Boundless (Harry Styles)

Chapter 37

Claire’s POV

I hear a piercing sound of my alarm clock as I turned it off and went back to sleep, covering my face with a pillow forcing myself to sleep back down. But then I realized I couldn’t sleep anymore. It pained to open up my eyes as I was still tired from last night. I slept probably after midnight trying to come up with some sort of plan to stop everything from crumbling down mine and Harry’s world. Thinking was hard and I felt like not doing it today. I managed to flutter both my eyes open and a groan slipped out of my mouth as the morning light blinded my eyes. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes to clear my vision. I checked the time, 9am. I still have time to visit Harry and be with him the whole day. I have to get ready if I want to see him.

Two days,

Exactly two days before the wedding and I still don’t know who I would end up with. Harry or Harry? Why is everything so complicated in my lfie. It already has been that way and it just turned worse. I should ask Prince Harold. But if I ask him something, he’d suspect something, and he doesn’t like anyone keeping secrets from him because I strongly  belive he doesn't know anything. But I have to ask him anyways, it wouldn’t hurt to ask right?

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I walked to the hospital Harry was checked in and went to his room. No one was allowed to go inside his hospital room, more or less the whole hospital if they wanted to see Harry. All the media and the fans know is that Harry is in the hospital and he'll be alright, the sooner the better as Paul said. The media weren't allowed as they said would cause more stress than usual to me and Harry so they volunteer to back off. The only people allowed were the people dearest to Harry, and that was me and the group. If not, Gemma and Anne could visit.

As I slowly opened the door, I hear voices. I entered and saw the whole gang. Candace with Niall, Danielle with Liam, Eleanor with Louis, and Zayn, in exact order in which I have imagined them to be. By couples and Zayn. Their smiles grew wider as they saw me. “Sorry, I woke up late, I was just thinking of stuff. Did he wake up somehow?” I change the topic to not make it a big deal, but unfortunately they wanted to know more. I shouldn't have brought it up, but then again they did turn into my best friends so I don't want to hide anything with them. They can be trusted. “What were you thinking of?” Zayn asked as he came closer to the group huddled beside Harry. “Just stuff, now did Harry wake up?” I changed the topic again. Niall and Candace exchanged looks then Niall shook a no. I know something was up but I let it slip. For now.

“He hasn’t, now what stuff?”

“Why do you wanna know anyway?” I snap back at Zayn. What was up with him today? Woke up early, now he’s cranky? “Because we’re your friends Claire. We’re always there for you if you need us,” Liam spoke.

“But, I know all of you are hiding something either! I saw Candace and Niall exchanged peculiar looks when I asked if Harry ever woke up. What does that mean? You all are hiding something too!” I pointed at all of them. “We’re not hiding anything. Please, I’m sure yours is more important than ours.” Zayn plead and I gave up on their secret and just decided on telling mine. I always loose in these kinds of discussions anyway.

“Please don’t tell anyone, alright?” I asked first before I continued. They all nodded as we all huddled closer together. We sat in the middle of the big hospital room and formed a small circle so I don’t have to speak loud enough for the secret to get out.

“Alright, here it goes.” I start off and it seemed that they were already attentively listening.

“My grandmother’s sister is Prince Harold’s grandmother. And she doesn’t want me to be married to Harry, but his grandson.” I lower my head and felt as if I would almost break down and cry, but I refuse it to happen. “Oh my God why?” Eleanor squeezed my hand, encouraging me to continue on. “I don’t know. I think she wants to use Prince Harry for her reasons. She says there’s no way to go around her plan. Whatever I do, she’ll always win in the end. And if I tell anyone, which is what I’m doing now, I’ll regret it afterwards she said.” They all looked at me with sympathy in their eyes.