Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Thirty Six

“It’s Harry. There is something wrong.”

Just hearing his name took a second to register in my mind. I had not heard another person speak that name in a while, and then I finally realized what she said. “Jaycee?” Kendall asked. “Uh, w – what happened?” my eyebrows narrowed for a second and my lips pressed together. Something terrible happened; I just knew it. The worst case scenarios were playing in my mind – he got into a car accident, he ran into the wrong people again, something happened. “He’s in the hospital. He – overdosed. It’s critical, please, can you stop by?”

I gasped out loud, placing my palm over my mouth. “Are you there?” I could hear the irritance in her voice, but I could not help it but to go silent. He – overdosed? My heart was racing at an abnormal pace and I could feel my body stiffen up. This is what I was afraid of – why couldn’t I see this happening sooner? “I- I’m sorry, yeah, I’ll come now. I – I’m sorry.” And with those final words, I quickly hung up and reached for my coat and keys. Rationally, this was not my responsibility anymore. We are – over. I did not need to get involved with him or his problems, especially after what he did to me. I hated that I was not the type of person to hold a grudge. My conscious was too weak to just let him deal with this alone. I could not be the bitter ex-girlfriend or even, the careless ex-girlfriend that I sometimes wish I was. No, I couldn’t – I was weak; weak for him. I had become his personal push over and even if it killed me, I still swallowed my pride and went to him.

The roads were slippery, being that the night before was a snow storm, but I did not care much for that. My concern was held in room 403 at the hospital. Nothing else went through my mind besides Harry and his condition and I noticed that the worse my thoughts become, the more reckless I began to drive. Finding parking was easy and I rushed up to the front desk. “Guest for Harry Styles,” I panted, running my fidgety fingers through my hair. I could feel my knuckles shake against my skull and I pinched a bit of my hair between my fingers. The nurse looked through her planner, while making a distinctive tsk sound. The sound agitated me, almost making it feel like I had been waiting for ages. “Please ma’am, I am in a bit of a rush,” I gritted past my shaky teeth and she gave me a funny look. “Visiting time ends in an hour, dear,” she reminded me. “Do you know his room number or would you like me to fetch it for you?”

I shook my head and turned around, “No thank you,” and with that, I scooted past the front desk and down the hall. When I found his room, I inhaled a bit and the oxygen I took in hurt my throat. I was too nervous to see him. On the inside, I could hear quiet talking, but it was almost impossible to hear what exactly was being discussed. I could not even tell if a male or female was speaking. Instantly, I felt a ray of shame for coming here. Maybe his family was in there; maybe someone else was in there. This was beyond naïve of me. Turning around, I contemplated to leave, but before I could go anywhere, I heard the doorknob twist open and a feminine voice on the other end. “Can I help you?” the sweet, beautiful girl before me asked. Once I recognized her, my eyes bulged in amazement, but mostly confusion. I tried to form words the best that I could, but it was nearly impossible. All that was uttered was “I – is this, Harry’s room?” such a ridiculous thing to say, of course it was.

She nodded and furrowed her fine eyebrows for a second. Her lips were pursed and her arms were crossed, but she was not upset to see me. She was only concerned. “Yes this is.” Those words had my heart race, even though she was only telling me information that I had already knew. “What do you want with my brother?” she asked – Gemma asked. “I um, am an old friend. I’d just like to see how he’s doing.” My voice was jittery and unstable while speaking to her.

This was so surreal; like a dream. I had heard countless stories about Gemma and seen younger pictures of her, but actually meeting her? It just seemed very unreal. Gemma was beautiful beyond belief. Her hair was of a silky, wavy texture. Not like Harry’s, thick and curly; hers was relaxed. She had almost all of his features, all, except her hair. Her green eyes scanned me for another second before her lips parted. “You must be Jaycee, right?” when she asked, I quickly nodded and her tough expression quickly relaxed and she gave out a small, fragile smile. She even had his dimples; unbelievable. “Come in.”