More than Friends | HARRY STYLES FIC

Chapter 7

Warning: Sexually explicit content towards the middle of this chapter. 

The first thing I feel when I wake is a splitting headache, the second, someone holding my hand. My eyes are blurry but there appears to be bright lights over top of me. I blink a couple of times to regain my vision.

"Jared?" I call out, as my vision finally starts to settle in and I realize I'm lying in a hospital bed. Why the hell am I in a hospital bed?  The figure beside me becomes clear; it's Harry slumped forward in the chair beside the bed, sound asleep. 

"Harry," I say to him, shaking his hand slightly. I go to sit up but decide against it as I'm feeling a little woozy. His head lifts and his eyes open. A smile forms across his face.

"How are you?" he asks, placing both hands on top of mine.

"I feel sick and confused," I look past him as a figure passes by the doorway. Not Jared.

"That man you were talking to last night slipped a pill in your drink," he says. "When I got to the lounge, he was trying to take you in a cab."

My stomach begins to ache at the thought. I do my best not to think about what would have happened if Harry didn't get there, all I know is that I'm thankful he did. Which brings me to my next question...

"Where's Jared?" I ask. He looks down for a moment and appears to hesitate before speaking.

"I called his work to get a hold of him, but so far no luck," he replies.

I huff and lay back in the bed, mentally and physically feeling far under the weather. 

"The nurse said you could leave whenever you wake up," his husky voice speaks. "I'll call my driver while we check you out."

I nod and he stands to help me from the bed.

We walk down the narrow pale blue hallway and I frantically worry about a pending hospital bill. Jared and I have a joint bank account and he doesn't let me touch it. He says it's to make sure we're saving for "our future" and he gives me a weekly allowance. I spent my allowance already. 

"We're checking Laura Stone out," Harry says to the nurse at the front desk. She blushes at him and does something on her computer. I instinctively glare at her, even though I shouldn't. He's not my boyfriend, after all.

"You're good to go," she announces a minute later and Harry begins to pull my hand towards the back exit.

"Wait, don't I need to pay the hospital bill," I say to the nurse, pulling away from him.

She grins at me and her eyes shift in Harry's direction. 

"Don't worry about that," his voice whispers behind me. "I took care of it earlier."

I turn to look at him and he continues down the hall. I walk fast enough to catch up to him and tug on his arm.

"I didn't need you to do that. I make enough money," I lie to him. I've never been one to let others pay my way.

"It's not a matter of you needing it," he says with a soft smile. "I did it because I wanted too and because I care for you."

I let go of his arm and my cheeks turn red. Jared used to do nice things for me, but that was long ago and I forgot how nice it feels. 

"Thank you," I say quietly, glancing at him through my peripherals every chance I get. He catches me a few times and I quickly look down. 

"We have to go through the back," he says pointing to a fire exit down a dim lit area of the hall. I stop and look towards the proper exit at the other end of the hall and he reads my thoughts. "Don't worry, I spoke to the front desk. We can go out this door."