Lover of Mine | h.s. |

35

Harry Styles

I hadn't tracked the time that went by as I grew into a cycle of my new life but I knew that it had been enough time for my hair to grow out.

It was beyond my shoulders now, hovering just below them.

I had never tried long hair style before, mostly because of appearances I had to keep by being the prime minister's son.

But now that was all over.

I didn't have to follow any of his rules.

"Your nose looks really good, son." Curt says from across the room.

We were in my apartment today.

Over the weeks, we had grown accustomed to each other.

Despite being hesitant at first to get personal with him, I had grown to really like him.

I would never admit it but Curt had really stepped into a father role for me, whether he meant it on purpose or not.

I felt like I finally had a man in my life that...cared. Supported me and wasn't afraid to teach me lessons in ways that wouldn't require me getting hurt.

He had opened my eyes to all types of new things, new fields and careers.

One of the ones that stuck out the most to me was his experience on medical procedures.

He was a doctor for a few long time before coming and working for the palace.

He showed me certain types of drugs and how to use them, when to use them. Explained how certain surgeries went and even went into more detail when I asked questions.

He even went out of his way to find a few medical books at the local store and buy them for me, knowing that this fascination I had on this new exploration wasn't just going to go away.

Of course, the books were in French, and while I knew some of the language, the medical terms were harder to read.

But even then, Curt had stepped in and helped me understand, written down the things I needed help with.

He was my hero, in multiple ways.

Not only by helping me take interest in things I wanted to learn about, but also in the field of getting my body back into a healthy state.

If it wasn't for him feeding me and checking in with my everyday, spending quality time and genuinely bonding a relationship with me, I would've been dead on the floor weeks ago.

Overdosing on a drug that I now knew helped with migraines and other pains throughout the body.

Don't get me wrong, it was still very hard at times to cooperate with certain things he wanted me to do.

I still couldn't eat a full meal before feeling like I was going to heave everything back up.

And my body was still weak in multiple areas.

But Curt had really, really helped me these past months.

He even went out of the way to get all of the medications that I used to take before moving to Paris. Before all of this shit hit the fan.

"Son?"

"Hmm?" I look up from my spot and make eye contact with him, one of my brows raising.

"I said, your nose looks really good." Curt repeats. "I think a few more days of that ointment will do the trick and then it will be back to normal."

"Oh." I say, rearranging myself on the couch to get into a more comfortable spot. "Yeah, it feels much better. Thank you."

"Mhm." He stands up from his seat and walks towards the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?"