Bipolar

Chapter 33

a/n: thank you so much for 800 reads!!! I can't believe it!! Oh my god, thank you so much! You guys are the bestest! AND can you please read my new book?? Thanks.

I felt the hot water rushing down my body as I took a shower, waiting for Harry to get home from work, which I knew was going to be later tonight. I get out of the shower and dry myself off before getting dressed.

I jog downstairs and when I do, I hear someone outside, what the heck? I groan, pulling my hair up and then going to answer the door. "Jade, Jade! Where's Harry?!" It was those people with those darn cameras! "At work, are you stupid?" I ask trying to shut the door, but they starting pushing through. Is this even legal? "I'm calling the cops!" I yell as they start taking pictures of Harry's house.

"Hello, yeah, I'm at Harry Styles' house-"

"Hah, yeah, c'mon kid, don't joke around like this. Okay?" The man said and I groaned. "But I'm being serious! People are in his house and I want them to leave." I say with force. "I'm going to arrest you if you call again, kid." He says then the line goes dead. Ugh! "Get out!! Get out of my house!" I yell not meaning to say 'my', but I did.

"So, you admit, this is your house?" A woman asks and I shake my head. "No, no, I didn't mean that, just please get out of Harry's house." I whine wanting them to leave so badly. Wait, how did they even get into the gate?

They wouldn't listen, so i fish my phone out of my pocket, again and call Harry, the one person who will believe me. "Jade, what is it? I have a meeting in ten minutes." Harry hisses and I pout at his tone. "Sorry, but people are in the house." I say and he starts yelling at me.

"What?! Jade! Why are there people in my house?! Who is it? Jade! Answer me!!" He screams loudly causing me to pull the phone away from my ear until he was finished. "The camera people. I didn't mean to let them in, they plowed through. Harry, they won't leave. Please come home." I say feeling scared with this many people here, that I don't trust and don't know.

"Okay, I'm on my way, just try to make them leave. Alright?" He asks calmly breathing in and out. "Yeah, yeah, okay." I say then yell at the people asking them to leave. But did they listen? hah no. "Okay, whatever, I give up." I sigh plopping down on the couch.

"Jade, are you and Harry going to have a child anytime soon?" A woman asks and I scoff. "I'm nineteen, so no." I smile sarcastically and they just stare at me.

"Hey!!" I hear Harry's loud, frightening voice yell and I stand up as everyone scurries out together. "Sorry, they just came in and they wouldn't leave." I say as he wraps his arms around me. "It's okay, I guess the gate didn't lock this time." He says and kisses my cheek delicately. "Oh." I whisper and he nods.

"Hey, wanna listen to music?" He asks in a cheerful way causing me to giggle. "Sure, why not?" I say and he smiles getting out a record player and putting on a record. "What is this?" I ask him as it starts playing.

"Just listen." He shushes me then pulls me into his arms. We swayed to the music, Harry would kiss my head every once in a while making me feel butterflies in my stomach.

The next day, I woke up with my head hurting really badly and my stomach aching, having the urge to vomit everywhere. "Harry?" I rasp and he doesn't move, just moans a small, 'what'. "I don't feel too good." I groan and he opens his eyes then sits up.

"Why? What's wrong?" He asks looking at me worriedly. "I think I'm sick." I tell him and he frowns getting up. "Stay here, I'll be right back." He says then jogs out of the room.

I roll over and check my phone, 9:18, it isn't really early, but Harry could've slept longer. In a few minutes, harry comes back up with a purple bucket, a bowl of soup, and a wash cloth that looked wet.

"This is for if you need to throw up," Harry says sitting the bucket on the nightstand. "This is for you," he says handing me the bowl of soup. "And this is for your head when your done eating." He says sitting it on the dresser.

He opens the drawer and pulls out my purple fuzzy socks and puts them on my freezing cold feet. "Thank you." I smile and he kisses my forehead. "Now, we can watch american horror story-"

"No, all that scary stuff might make me vomit." I say and he laughs nodding. "Okay, how about..Beauty and The Beast?" He asks and I nod smiling. "That's good." I say. He puts in the movie then presses play. Harry gets in bed with me and I eat the soup then lay down my head on his shoulder.

a/n: this sucks butt. I got sick yesterday, which was Valentine's Day and I'm still sick, oh my life is just great...not.