Doing Dirt {edited+completed}

Chapter 20

The sun shines brightly through the curtains as my body awakes but my eyes remain shut. With a sudden burst of energy through my system, my eyes open in a flash. "Yes!" I happily sigh under my breathe remembering that today I'm being cleared and I can go home. My leg is healed and the doctors have assured me that nothing happened to my head.

The last week has been tough on everyone, especially Evelyn. She's been worried for my health and stayed with me every night. Greg hasn't been texting her but that only means that a storm is brewing. You know what they say; it's always calm before a storm. I sure hope it's only a storm and not a hurricane.

"Morning Harry." Evelyn purrs snapping me out of my trance. "Morning." I reply as I rub her back smoothly. "You're being cleared today, finally." She chuckles and kisses my nose with her warm lips. Evelyn gives me a tight hug before climbing off the bed in one swift move. "I'm just going to get some coffee for us, ok?" I nod and a cheery Evelyn leaves the room.

I spend a few minutes looking outside past the frosty glass widow and out to the colourful, vibrant world outside. Everything in this hospital is dull and boring; white ceiling, pale green walls and tile flooring in a shade of darker green. I haven't had a breathe of real fresh air in a two weeks; I've only had a taste of freedom when a mild breeze blew through the window every now and then.

The happy news keeps rolling in when my phone vibrates on the side of the bed. I stretch my hand out and grab it. Unlocking the phone, I read texts from John. My face lights up and a massive smile spreads on my face. "What is Harry?" Evelyn enters the room with two cups of coffee in her hands. I'm unable to say anything because I've been taken by surprise, I'm so happy that I think the cat's got my tongue.

"L-look!" I stutter excitedly as I hand my phone to Evelyn. She puts down the coffee on the table and skims her eyes over the messages. Her hazel eyes widen as they sparkle at the happy news. A massive smile grows on her face, "That's amazing Harry! John and his men have caught the person who did this to you. Not only that, they managed to solve the case! This is wonderful news!"

Evelyn leans over the side of the bed and repeatedly kisses me gently on my cheeks. "Ahem." A lady at the door softly clears her throat trying to get our attention. Evelyn giggles as she pulls away from me, cheeks burning in a cute pink colour. "Mr Styles," she steps into the room, "You are allowed to leave whenever you are ready. I hope you have recovered well. Please sign out at the reception." She walks away with a smile and heads down the hallway.

Evelyn packs up my things in a small bag while I linger out of bed. Placing my feet on the floor, I stretch out my arm and yawn loudly. I can hear the bones in my back faintly cracking as I twist from side to side. It feels so good yet so weird. I haven't been out of bed for two weeks except to go the toilet and take a shower, but even then Evelyn would assist me because of my leg. For the majority of the time I spent my days lying down and it feels strange getting up and actually leaving this place.

After a minute of walking around and getting used to being on my feet, I'm pumped and ready to go. "Haha, let's go Harry." Evelyn smiles as she picks up the bags and hands me my coffee. We walk out of the room, taking sips of our drinks. Heading down the hallway, we reach the reception desk.

"Name?" The lady with a pin tag 'Betty' on her shirt inquires unenthusiastically. "Styles, Harry Styles." I reply. "Date of birth?" She looks up at me with her blue eyes. "1st February 1994." Betty looks back down at her screen as she punches in my answer. "Ok, you're clear to go." She says as she hands me a piece of paper with some medical jargon written on it. "Thanks." I flash a smile as we exit the building.

The crisp air hits me in the face like a brick. "Ahh." I happily sigh as I inhale and exhale the air. "My car is parked over here." Evelyn points to her small red car that's parked next to a tree. Walking over, we hop in the car after Evelyn unlocks it. "Wow, haven't started the car in two week," she laughs, "let's hope it starts well and isn't too rusty.

Key in the ignition, Evelyn turns the key and the car starts up swiftly. "Can we get something to eat?" My stomach rumbles deeply after being on a diet of bland hospital food. "Sure darl, where do you want to go?" Evelyn replies sweetly and looks over to me. "Anything," I reply fast, "I just want something other than tasteless oats." She chuckles and exits the hospital perimeters.

Soon, we pull up at the McDonalds car park as we finish off our coffees. "You know me too well." I laugh as Evelyn parks her car. We both get out and head towards the entrance. The smell of sugar, salt and everything in between gets up my nostrils. My mouth waters as I crave the delicious food. "Oh Harry." Evelyn takes me hand and leads me to the ordering desk.

A teenage boy no older than 16 takes our order and after a couple minutes hands us our order in a bag. We pick a table to sit at and unwrap our meals. "Mmm," I murmur under my breath, "This is way better that hospital food, like for sure!" I laugh as I take another bite into my hash brown. I finish off my meal with such appetite that there's not even a crumb left.

"Hospital food must be really shit if you scoff all that up so quickly!" Evelyn laughs as she manages to finish her hash brown, keeping in mind she still has a bacon and egg wrap to go. "Yep." I add in, flashing my dimples. Ruffling my hair with both my hands, I swoop my curls to one side.

As soon as Evelyn finishes her breakfast, we put our rubbish in the bin and head off home. The ride home is fairly quiet; only a few words exchanged. I'm not sure why, but I have a feeling in my gut that something is about to go wrong. Something is going to happen that's going to fuck things up greatly.

"You ok Harry?" Evelyn's soft words snap me out of my deep thoughts. "Yeah." I sigh as she parks the car in the driveway and takes the keys out of the ignition. We unbuckle our seat belts and retrieve everything from the back seat. Locking the car, we step up to the front door and Evelyn unlocks the house.

Everything is like we left it two weeks ago. Evelyn's only come in here a couple of times to get some new clothes for her and me and to shut to windows. "I'm going to take a shower, I feel so groggy." I put down the items that are in my hand on the lounge and make my way through the house. Pacing myself up the stairs, I snake through our bedroom and into our ensuite.

Stripping all of my clothes off, I drop them on the floor and step over them as I get into the shower. Twisting the knob labelled 'hot' I stand under the stream of water as it gradually gets warmer until it's the right temperature. I relax and let the water trickle down my skin, the warmth of it soothing my tight muscles.

Grabbing the coconut shampoo, I squeeze bit on my palms as I massage my scalp. My fingers thread through my curls as I wash the whole length of them. It feels so nice to be home. Tilting my head back so the water splashes my forehead, I rinse the shampoo out of my hair. I loathe up my body with mango scented body wash as I clean myself from the hospital smell.

Touching my scar still hurts, but I will have to get over it before I get used to it. I rinse off the foam and turn off the shower. "Ahh." I sigh as I shake the water out of my curls. Stepping out, I dry myself with my towel. I kick my clothing to one side; I'll put those away later. I get another towel and carefully ruffle my hair with it, making it damp and not wet.

I wrap the bigger towel around my waist and hang the smaller one to dry. Walking out to the bedroom, I sift through my clothes and find something to wear. Slipping a shirt over my head and underwear and sweats on my legs, I walk out of the room. "Waaaait," I say to myself as I go back to the room and put on a beanie, "better!"

"What is it?" I ask in a concerned tone as I see Evelyn's small hands clutched on a piece of paper. "It-it's a message," she stutters, "and it's addressed to you." Her eyes dart up at me as she combs her blonde hair back nervously. I snatch the paper away from her and open the envelope. Judging by the envelope, the message doesn't sound pleasant. Ripping it open, I grab the paper inside it and untangle it to see the written words.

My eyes skim at the message as tears roll down my cheeks. I've never felt so insecure before. How does he know? Was he going to use this against me? Just what on earth was going on?!? "Harry..." Evelyn puts her hand on my shoulder and I turn my face to see hers. "He knows," I say, my face hardens as I scrunch the paper, "Greg knows about my past."

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