THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

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THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

 Laura's peaceful sleep is disturbed by the sound of coughing and her eyes flutter open slowly to adjust to the light illuminating the room. She frowns at the source of disturbance, still not fully conscious, her eyelids starts  dropping again but the sound in her ear makes it unable to fall into a slumber again.

She huffs and turns to her side, waiting for the silence to take over but the sound of coughing becomes more violent and that's when Laura's eyes become wide, finally coming back to her full senses. She abruptly sits up on the bed, eyes searching for Harry's figure but he's not there on the bed where she had fell asleep, wrapped up in Harry's tight embrace after having amazing sex.

"Harry?" She calls out, pulling off the sheet concealing her naked body and standing up.

Her eyes search for something to cover her skin and on the floor she finds Harry's shirt lying carelessly. Laura picks it up and quickly puts it on before she strides towards the bathroom, the nearer she gets, the louder the sound of coughs become and it makes her nervous and scared.

She wonders what she will see behind the closed door as her shaky hand reach for the door knob.

Let him be okay. Please let him be okay. She prays silently as she turns the door knob and the door slowly creak open.

Taking in a shaky breath, she steps inside and feels her blood running cold at the sight of Harry.

Harry's kneeling down on the floor, one of his hand is curled into a fist, resting on the tiled floor whilst the other one is on his chest as he coughs loudly. His hair are no longer looking stylish like they always do instead they're messily covering his entire face, shielding the view from Laura.

"Oh my god." She whispers, her eyes filling up with tears to see the boy in front of him, looking disoriented and barely in control of himself. Her eyes travel from Harry to the small pool of blood in front of Harry and she feels like her knees will give up any moment and she'll faint.

Harry's unaware of Laura's presence in the bathroom, he feels like his chest is on fire, burning from coughing so violently. His eyes are clamped shut and he's breathing in and out quickly, trying to catch his breath.

He's terrified. He doesn't know what's happening to him and why. Harry's never done wrong in his life, yes he had broken hearts of a few girls but does he really deserve this kind of punishment for it? What about all the good deeds he's done. All the charity work he's done, all the people he has financially helped. Don't they count?

Laura slowly sits down on the floor next to Harry. Her hand travels towards Harry's hair and gently she pushes the curls away from his face and tucking the lose hair behind his ears. Harry barely moves as Laura pats his head for a couple of seconds before letting her hand trail down towards his back, rubbing it up and down gently and waiting for Harry to calm down.

Her tears are now falling freely from her eyes but she desperately hold back her sobs, she doesn't want Harry to worry, she knows he'll be upset if he'll see her crying and will blame herself for it.

"Harry, are you okay?" She asks him, once his breathing has calmed down. Harry doesn't reply to her question, just stares in front of him. At the blood he's coughed.

The only thing that's running through his mind is that he does not want to die.

"C'mon, let's get out of here." Laura says gently, her hand is still rubbing Harry's bare back. Her other hand takes hold of his fist and she tugs on it lightly.

In slow motion, Harry's head turns in her direction and her stomach drops at how pale and weak he looks. His eyes which not so long ago shone brightly with happiness are now looking so dull, lifeless even and his beautiful cherry lips that Laura has grown to adore seems to have lost their colour.

"I'm not going to leave you, Harry." She assures him, both of her hands gently cupping Harry's cheek and her thumbs are running along his sharp cheek bones.

Laura's not sure why but she's tempted to kiss him, to hold him in her arms tightly and tell him that he's going to be okay but instead she slowly moves forward and places a kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering on the cold, sweaty skin for a little longer than she had intended to.

She knows that it's no longer sympathy she feels for him, it's something more. She's started to care for him. When? She has no answer for it but seeing him this weak is making her heart ache. Maybe she's falling for him. She's not sure.

Harry's staring at the love of her life intently. Yes, he's not well, he's far from healthy but seeing his darling sitting there beside him with her soft hands cupping his cheeks makes him feel alive. He feels like he's on cloud nine when she kisses his forehead. Her soft, delicate lips on his skin makes his body tingle. And Harry thinks that maybe dying won't be that bad if her love will be there, caressing his skin with her lips until his soul will leave his body.

"Harry, please. Say something." Her sweet, angelic voice sounds in his ears and with what strength is left in him, he smiles at her.

"No, no. What's wrong? C'mon talk to me. Get up, we need to see a doctor." Harry frowns when he hears her voice again, she sounds scared and worried. He doesn't want her angel to worry, he wants her to be happy. Always and forever.

Harry tries to bring his hand up to touch her, he tries to say something just to let her know that he's okay and he just wants his babe to be happy, that's the only thing he wants. He wants to kiss her lips and kiss all over her face and body just to hear her sweet melodious giggles but he's unable to move. He feels helpless.

Laura feels her heart beating loudly in her chest. Her hands and body is shaking and the tears are streaming down her face continuously. Harry's not responding to her questions, his body is still and almost limp like he's barely conscious.

He can't die. She tells herself shuddering at the thought. No, not today.

Taking in one deep breath, she pulls Harry's arm across her shoulder, her own arms wrapping around Harry's bare torso as she prepares to stand up. Praying to God to give her enough strength, she slowly stands up, with the support of the wall.

Her ankle hurts like hell as she supports hers along with Harry's weight but she decides that it's not the time to pity herself.

"Harry." She says loudly, trying to grab attention of the boy, "Harry, I need you to help me get you outside."

When she gets no response she tries again.

"You love me, right." She says, putting emphasize on each syllable as she speaks." It's time to prove yourself. If you really love me, you'll try to help me." For a moment she gets no response but then Harry slightly nods his head and Laura smiles, a few tears falling from her own eyes.

Oh, he dearly loves her. She thinks.

After a lot of struggle, Laura's finally able to lay Harry down on the bed. She studies the unconscious boy for a minute, caressing his cheeks before she leans down to press a kiss on his shoulder.

"You'll be okay." She whispers in his ear, her hand resting on top of his heart, feeling it beating under her palm.

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