SCREEN | Harry Styles ((DISCONTINUED))

18. Room 444

I was busy yesterday and couldn't find the time to publish a chapter.

But here you go!

And MADE IN THE A.M. is beautiful.
Love You Goodbye will always insert a special place in my hear. (maybe because its written by Tommon)

Here's Chapter: Hospital room 444, who's Bert Gauthier and what are tattoos?

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Closer - JP Cooper

FLASHBACK

Edward rushed down the hallways, Marcel following closely behind him. They swiftly dodged all the nurses and other patients that were walking down the same paths.

"Ed! Slow down, you're in the hospital for pete's sakes!" Marcel sensibly spoke, apologising to those that Edward rudely brushed by.

Edward ran even quicker, taking the stairs instead of the elevator as he didn't have anymore time to wait. "I can't slow down Marcel!" He spoke, running to the floor above and to the room that the nurse told them.

He stopped in front of the room that had the number '444' on it. He panted heavily, taking a deep breath to regain his composure and pushed open the door. He walked in slowly, carefully not to cause too much nuisance as his eyes looked over to the person that laid in bed - peacefully that it seems.

"Dad.." he softly spoke, rushing to his father's side.

The man opened his eyes slowly, letting out a weak smile at his son in front of him. "Ed - my boy, why aren't you at school?" He spoke softly. The tone comforted Edward but only did more damage to his heart. "What are you on about you silly old man, you're in the damn hospital on the brink of dying and that's all you can say to me?" Edward cried out, the tears never-ending.

"I know, I'm sorry.." The man placed his hand over Edward's head, caressing the curly locks which is inherited from the man himself.

Marcel stood by the door, holding in the tears and put on a brave facade as the doctor walked up to him. "Are you his son?" The doctor asked to which Marcel nodded his head.

"Y-Yes sir.. How's my dad?" He asked, his trembling fingers fiddled with the hem of his shirt - a habit he has grown used to.

"I'm sorry to say this but your father has only a week left to live."

END OF FLASHBACK

Edward parked the car into the parking lot in front of the hospital building. He looked up at area and take a deep breath. He felt his hand tremble slightly as the memories start flooding in.

"Get a hold of yourself Ed, don't think of the past.." He softly spoke to himself. Bawling his hand into a fist in attempt to stop the trembling before he begins to take a step forward, he keeps moving until he reaches the entrance of the building. The sensors on the glass door automatically opens for him. Once again, he hesitates to fully enter.

He shakes his head before forced himself to regain composure and walk up to the counter. "Hello, welcome to St. John's Hospital. May I help you?" The nurse spoke after looking up from the computer. Edward cleared his throat before he began looking around, uncomfortably.

"I-I am searching for someone who goes by the name of Gauthier?" He spoke up to which the nurse raised her brow suspiciously. "Gauthier? Bert Gauthier is it? What business do you have with him?" The nurse asks.