Don't Let Me Go.

Chapter 4.

"It's fine. Just swollen up a little. But just to make sure you have to put the cream every night it will help heal it." The doctor was nice but looked annoyed as hell. She started writing on her clipboard giving it's information that probably isn't even important.

"Will he need crutches?" My face turns towards the raspy voice as I laughed. He frowned showing that he was serious.

"No he doesn't. But he does needs to relax it. He can't run right now though." The doctor explained.

"How about perform?" This boy is definitely clueless. It's adorable though.

"He can perform. Just not dance at all."

I hear him gasp but I pay no mind. It's not a big deal really. The doctor gives the slip and she leaves only me and Harry in the room. I pull my feet to the side ready to get up and leave this obnoxious room.

"Here, let me."

"No. I got it." Harry crosses his arms and ignore my comment. He pulls my arms over his shoulder and helps me get up.

"You're so stubborn." He mutters.

"Get use to it." I snap. He's stay silence on the way out and I feel bad that I snapped at him. I didn't mean to, it just happens. To make it up to him I try to make him feel special.

"Thanks. It's nice to have someone helping. I shouldn't have snapped at you and I'm sorry I just..."

"I got it." He interrups, shaking his head and smiling. Cheeky bastard. He gets in the van first and his bum is right in my face, I give it a small smack as he sits down with a small shriek.

"Glad you enjoy that." I give him a wink before he slaps my arm and laughs like no body is around. That's what I like about him. He isn't afraid to show people the real him. He's so confident yet shy. He's just someone so special.

"What are you thinking?" I realised I have been staring at him for a whilst, not sure how long though.

"Nothing." I play with my fingers cause I feel like that can distract me but it just doesn't work.

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I'm in Harry's room right now whilst the boys are out rehearsing. I couldn't go because my foot still isn't ready for wondering around. And to explain why I'm in Harry's room is beause this is where he place me in the first place and it's also where the boys will be staying since it's closer to the XFactor stage. After yesterday he made me lay in his bed and was there helping put cream on my foot. He slept with me last night because he wanted to "take care of me." I told him that I didn't get ran over by a bus but he avoided that and slept with me anyways. Later on the night he did the same thing from the night outside. Wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. His head resting on my chest. Honestly it's more comfortable sleeping with him than by myself, and right now I feel empty without his presence near. I feel like some part of me is missing with the empty side of the bed so cold and lonely. I'm getting use to him and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Anne comes in every now and then asking if I need anything but I just keep saying no. Like his son, she comes in either way with dinner on the night stand and a cup of tea in the side. I thank her and finish off the food in less than five minutes. She can definitely cook.

Right now the only thing that entertains me is the fan rotating fast in the ceiling. I've imagine things like the fan falling on my foot and making things worse or like the fan flying out through the window and up to space. I'm getting bored every minute with every hour and I'm starting to think that this isn't normal. When I was starting to think of watching the stupid spinning thing would be the death of me my curious mind looked around the room for anything much better than the stupid thing. I got up trying not to make loud noises for Anne to come in. My legs started walking towards the wooden clean desk with a laptop closed and papers filed perfectly. On top I see a planner and I can't help but look through it. I know it's wrong but I just find my curiosity more entertaining than the UFO connected to the hard wall.