Hired for Harry Styles (EDITING)

Chapter 33

Ok so before the chapter starts I just wanted to say I'm SO SORRY for not updating. Basically I've been doing a production at school and that's been taking up literally all of my time, but on the last night I collapsed after the show and I was taken to hospital because I broke my wrist (and its pretty hard to type with a cast on) and then when I was in hospital they kept me in for an extra day because I had exhaustion. But long story short, I got out a few days ago and now my cast is off and i'll try to update more often. So here you go...

Grace's POV

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It had been..half an hour? maybe, since my mum and Milly had left. Harry, bless him, was still here and had been for the last four hours or so. He'd been so thoughtful and caring, getting me drinks and stuff and also letting me have some time alone with mum and Mills which I was especially thankful for. It gave us a little family alone time and it made me realise how stupid I was being getting myself back into this state.

Being in the hospital again opened my eyes to the wonders of the world. I alone in a hospital bed for not much longer than an hour and I had already been wondering what I could have been doing instead. This whole thing just brought back the terrible memories of before, only last time I was here for just over a year, not an hour.

Just over a year. In a hospital bed. On my own. Just saying that sounds like hell and that just summed up my life living with anorexia. Hell. I shook my head and dismissed the haunting memories, which seemed to catch Harry's attention.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked me and I turned my head to face him, noticing that his position hadn't changed. He'd been quiet for a while, both of us sitting in comfortable silence with Harry in a weirder position than me - his legs crossed over, leaning on the edge of the bed and his arms resting on top of his head. I thought that he'd been gazing out the window but now facing him I realised that he must have been looking at me. It was strangely warming to know that, someone had been staring at me. I had been in his thoughts.

"Nothing," I replied quietly, not wanting him to be let in to my messed up excuse of a brain. He chose to believe me, though, and nodded. "What about you?" I added, when he kept quiet again.

"I'm thinking about you right now." he seemed slightly embarrassed, his cheeks reddening as he admitted it.

"About me? I'm honoured." sarcasm was thick in my voice and I rolled my eyes just to make sure that he got the message.

"Should be, I am THE Harry Styles." he raised an eyebrow as he spoke, his famous wonky smile spreading across his face.

"Sorry what was that? I couldn't hear you over the size of your ego." we both chuckled and fell into silence.

Harry yawned loudly and I turned my attention to his relaxed face. "Tired?" I cocked my eyebrow as I questioned him and couldn't help but crack a smile when he nodded, rubbing his eyes and reminding me of a little child.

I lifted up the duvet, offering him a space beside me and he immediately responded by jumping into the large bed. I instantly warmed up at the feel of having him beside me, the smell of his cologne, the tickle of his hair. I was lucky to have Harry. Not as a boyfriend but as a best friend.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked me out of the blue. I turned to face him and discovered that he'd been staring at me again. I smiled down at him before replying.

"I'm alright, surviving. Just."

And that was the truth because as long as Harry was beside me, I'd cope, I'd manage, I'd get through it.

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Harry's POV

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"Thank you," I smiled genuinely at the red faced nurse as she help open the door for Grace and I. Finally Grace had been let out of hospital and we were free to go home and relax. Admittedly, she'd only been stuck there over night but I'd stayed with her too so it seemed longer for the both of us.