Dark Shadows

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Lauren's POV.

I opened my mouth to protest, but Harry was already up on his feet and out of the room in less than a second. Oh well. The sooner a nurse could declare my health the sooner I'd be out of here. However I wouldn't have minded if our conversation had lasted a little longer...

I had mentally prepared myself to talk to the boys and company open-mindedly, not from what or who the media made them seem to be like. I had never met any celebrities before, but I had always thought they were stuck-up people with too much money and a too big of a bubble.

But Harry had changed that in the short time I had known him. Sure, he did have some confidence, but he was also a lot nicer than I thought, saving strangers in the middle of the night and all. Not to mention that he had stayed the the rest of the night in the hospital with me. I was deeply touched by his sweet actions. 

Harry came back into the room with a nurse in tow. She was a middle aged woman with laughter lines and a stethoscope thrown around her neck. 

"So, Ms. Kimberlyn. I see you are finally awake," she smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. A wild thought appeared in my head, telling me she resembled my grandma.

"Yes I am," I beamed.

She speared a glance at my clipboard.

"You've got a minor case of a concussion. Other than that you are fine. How do you feel, dear?" She put a tiny hand on my forehead.

"My head hurts a little, but other than that I'm fine." I was hungry too. I wondered if I could send Harry to get me some food. He probably wouldn't mind.

"That's nice to hear, sweetie. I'll send your doctor in. He'll be able to determine whether or not you can be let go of." 

With that she hastily left.

For the first time since the nurse came in I looked over to Harry. He was standing opposite of my bed, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets. I couldn't help but notice how much like a model he looked.

I realised I hadn't payed any attention to what he was wearing. He was wearing a white v-neck; some of his tattoos were showing through the thin fabric. The lower half of his body was covered with black skinny jeans. Boy did he look handsome. Thrown across the armrest of the one chair in the room was his jacket. I also noticed my purse sitting on the seat. He must have brought it with him when taking me here.

Once again I felt an endless amount of thankfulness towards Harry Styles.

He noticed me ogling at him and smirked, raising an eyebrow. I quickly averted my gaze to my lap, coughing awkwardly.

This was why I didn't usually socialise with the opposite gender. Discomfortable situations were inevitable. But with Harry I didn't really have a choice. He was included in my latest mission and so I had to associate with him. This was only for work, nothing else. A very small voice in my head disagreed to that, but I pushed her away. Boys were nothing but trouble.

Harry sauntered over to my bed and once again sat down at the foot of it. I didn't know what to say, and from the looks of it he didn't know either. After a few minutes of silence I decided to break it.

"I'm hungry." 

Harry chuckled.

"Do you want me to go and grab you some food?" The thought of him leaving was oddly unpleasant.

"No, I'd rather come with you. I'm sure there is a café here somewhere?"

"Sure." He was holding back a smile. "But you might want to switch outfit first."