Bipolar

Chapter 35

a/n: Jade's not pregnant by the way.

When we got to the doctors office, I was really nervous for seeing how much I weigh, but I shouldn't even worry, Harry loves me no matter what, well, I hope so. "Jade," I snap my head up and see a nurse who looked really young, like her early twenties. Isn't she a bit too young to be working here? "Come on." Harry says standing up and I gulp doing the same, then following them into a room to see my height and weight.

"Step on the scale, please." She smiles at me and I nod slowly stepping on. "132." She says quietly and my face turns a deep red and it stays like that until we leave the room after seeing how tall I was, which was 5'5.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks placing a hand on my knee and I shrug. "I just didn't want you to see how much I weigh." I say fiddling with my fingers and he sighs. "Jade, I honestly don't care how much you weigh, I'll love you no matter what." He says then kisses my temple making me blush instantaneously.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Wu, and Harry told me that you've been sick for about a week now. Is that correct?" She says looking at her clipboard. "Yeah, I've been vomiting, I've had a fever, runny nose, coughing, and stuff." I tell her and she nods writing something down. "You probably just have the flu, which is common around this time of year." She says smiling and I nod.

"I'll just check your throat and your temperature." She tells me and I allow her to, almost gagging on the thing she sticks down my throat. a/n: Harry's dick. lol. I'm such a terrible person, oh my god.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Harry says as we exit the hospital holding hands, people snapping photos of us, I was too sick to even care though. "Eh, it was okay, I just wanna get home, but can we first stop at McDonald's?" I ask and he nods kissing my head then we get into the car.

"What do you want?" Harry asks looking over at me with one hand on the wheel as we pull into the drive thru line. "Um, ten chicken nuggets and a plain cheeseburger." I say and he nods then orders getting a large sweet tea for me also.

"Can I have-"

"No!" I say slapping his hand away from the chicken nugget box. a/n: literally me. "Okay, fine just one." I say after seeing him pout out his bottom lip. "Thank you, baby." He smiles and takes two. "You little buttmunch." I say and he starts laughing. "What the fuck is that?" He laughs some more which makes me giggle. "I don't know, I just heard someone say it and yeah." I giggle and Harry smiles over at me.

"Your giggle is really cute." Harry says and I blush looking down. "Thanks," I smile and lean over to kiss his cheek. "Hey, can you hurry up?" I ask knowing we still have thirty minutes until we get home. "Why?" Harry asks me. "Because my stomach isn't feeling too good." I say and he frowns over at me.

"Well, I'll hurry up then." He says then speeds up just a tad. "Harry?" I ask quietly wanting to ask him something that was kinda important. "Yeah?" He looks over at me for a second then back to the road.

"Why do you get mad so easily?" I ask him and he tenses up then shrugs. "Oh." I whisper looking out the window. I just wanted to know because he does get mad a lot and it scares me most of the time. I shouldn't be afraid of my boyfriend, that's just sad really. I mean I'm not afraid, like in the way that he'll hurt me physically, I'm just afraid of him hurting someone else or destroying something. He hurts my feelings so maybe he does hurt me.

"Why do you ask?" Harry speaks up and I shrug like he just did to my question. "Just wondering." I tell him and he stays quiet while continuing to drive us home in a hurry.

When we get to the house I go upstairs not really in the mood for talking to anyone. I lay down and stare at the ceiling hoping to not throw up soon because I hate it.

"Jade," I hear Harry say about an hour later. I was now watching Pretty Little Liars on tv, I wasn't even up to date with the episodes but I honestly don't give a crap. "You need to take the medicine." Harry says giving me a pill and a glass of water. I swallow and sit the cup on the nightstand. "Uh, will you be okay here? By yourself?" He asks and I shrug.

"Yeah, I guess so. Why?" I ask picking at my nails then looking back up at him. "I wanted to go to a bar, I need a drink." He tells me and I shrug, again. "Go, I don't mind." I smile weakly and he smiles back then kisses me. "I'll be back in a few hours, call me if something happens." He says and I nod feeling slightly annoyed that he has to leave, but whatever.

I grab the television remote and turn to Once Upon A Time and get up as it goes to commercial. Ugh, I'm so freaking bored! I groan and go downstairs to hear a knock on the door.

a/n: I hear knocking on my window and it's three in the morning, I'm literally going to start crying.