Alivia's P.O.V.
I pace around the silent, practically empty waiting room, chewing on my bottom lip as two women join me in the room. I glance at the elder one and give her a small smile before double taking. She looks a lot like Harry..
I'm about to ask her if she's here for him when a nurse stands at the doorway, gripping a clipboard in her hands as she taps her manicured nails against it. "Are you all here for Mr. Styles?" She asks as she forces a smile. I glance at the other women and she nods before catching my gaze as well.
"Are you..?" The nurse questions, looking towards me.
"Um, yeah." I stand up and grab my bag off the floor, but the lady, I'm guessing Harry's mother, places a hand on my shoulder. "Could you stay out here?" She sighs with a sympathetic smile.
"Oh, sure.." I return the smile before sitting back down in the uncomfortable chair.
"Thank you, it'll only be a minute." She mumbles and follows the nurse back down the hall where the patient rooms are.
"So are you Harry's girlfriend?" The other brunette looks at me, smirking slightly.
"I, uh, no.." I can already feel my cheeks redden as I stutter my words.
"Mhmm, I'm Gemma. Harry's sister." She says, as if she doesn't believe me.
"I'm Alivia, Harry's..." I pause, thinking of what we are. We're friends, I think. "His friend I suppose."
She half laughs and I frown slightly, looking away. "Look, you just don't seem like his type." She slightly smiles, reapplying a shade of bright red lipstick. I could never pull that off.
"His type? I said we're ju-" I begin to say but another nurse walks in, interrupting us.
"Gemma? Your mother says you can come in." The nurse looks back and forth between the two of us, trying to figure out who Gemma is. Gemma stands up, grabbing her purse and looks back at me as she walks towards the patient rooms. "I know my brother. You two won't be friends for long." She smirks again for a second before turning around again, following the nurse.
***
"What did she say?" Harry whispers as we make our way through the parking lot to my car. I look around, mentally cursing at myself for not remembering where I parked.
"Um, she just asked if we were friends and stuff.." I shrug nonchalantly, looking through the rows of cars.
"And you said?" He groans slightly, squeezing his eyes shut. "Bloody headache." I hear him mumble under his breath.
"I said that we were friends." I sigh of relief finally spotting my car. "My car is over there." I point to the small red car at the end of the lot. He furrows his eyebrows and asks, "How'd you get here again?"
I pull out my keys and unlock the car, as we approach it. "Tara gave me a ride to my car and then I came straight here."
"Oh." He nods, getting into the passenger side. "Did Gemma say anything else..?" His voice is full of worry.
"Um, no..?" I respond as I jump into the drivers side, starting it right away. I turn down the radio, just for some background noise. "Why?"
"No reason.." He looks out the window and for the rest of the car ride, it's silent except for the hum of the radio.
