Privacy [completed]

THIRTY-SEVEN| dad is love?

CHOLE

It's almost Christmas Day, only a few minutes till then. I hope wherever she is, she's hanging herself like she did when I was eleven. Because this time, I won't be able to stop her.

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"Harry, wake the hell up!" I groaned.

"Jetlagged," he groaned back

I huffed and jumped on his bed to get him awake. It's the next day and the doctor just called and said Megan was awake, and I want to see her! I have my license so I could just leave him, but I don't want to just steal his car.

"Harry Styles!" I yelled.

I leaned in and kissed his soft lips as I straddled his lap. His arms immediately wrapped around my body and pulled my closer to him. Why did my idiot sister not want to kiss this fool? He's a great kisser! He pulled me closer and closer until my body touched his hardness. I smirked and pulled away.

"Get dressed Megan's awake," I said.

He groaned. "Tease."

I went into my room and dressed in a white dress with spaghetti straps and white heels. I put my hair in a slick ponytail and a light amount of makeup, but I ended up caking like always.

"Let's go, babe," Harry called.

"Coming!" I called back.

I got up, grabbed a jacket and we were out the door. Harry's car is literally my dream. I vlogged my getting ready and I'm vlogging now.

"Can I drive?" I asked.

"Oh dear," Harry groaned handing me the keys.

I smiled and got into the drivers seat. The ride was filled with his fears that I would wreck his car, and his weird music. His hand stayed on my thigh the entire time and I felt giddy. I have the Harry Styles touching me of all people! He deserves me much more than my idiot sister.

We ended up arriving at the hospital safely as I knew we would. We went into the hospital where Miss. Maudie, who was expecting us, let us through and we walked towards the elevators. Up the elevator and towards Megan's room was definitely weird. He held my hand and I held his, my head leaning against his arm.

We went inside and saw the doctor in the room talking with her. She lay with her head propped up on a couple pillows stacked on top of one another.

"Megan!" I smiled.

The doctor turned around and Megan locked eyes with me.

"Just the couple I wanted to see," she rolled her eyes.

Her voice is hoarse and she coughed violently. She had a cup of water in her hands and she drunk some of it.

"Dr. Maudie, is she okay?" I asked.

"She's alive," he said.

"That's the same thing your daughter said over the phone," I acknowledged.

"She is, and she's truly lucky," said Dr. Maudie.

"What's the autopsy?" Harry asked.

His face serious like always and his eyebrows down looking eye to eye with the doctor. It was so hot. We let go of each other's hands as he went to talk with the doctor.

I walked over to Megan. "My sister went home."

"Good, she's the last bitch I want to see. That crazy piece of shit," she said softly.