Sweet Creature

Chapter 28

May 2017

Gen's POV~

"I'm here Harry." I say hanging up the phone and closing his door. He jumps up out of bed and stares at me wide eyed.

Fuck he doesn't look good.

I mean he always looks good, especially in his tight Calvin Klein boxers like he is right now but his eyes are dull. His skin is pale and slick with sweat.

"Lie down." I insisted softly as I bring my bag over to the side of his bed and roll the desk chair over. He lays down without speaking a work, I could tell he was embarrassed for me to see him in this state. Examining his right arm I find no scars, no track marks. No sign of past heroin abuse, thank God because that is the hardest addiction to kick. "This will pinch a little." I say softly as I clean the inside of his arm and get ready to put in an IV.

"I-i don't like needles." He confesses weakly.

"It's ok, just focus on me." I say smiling. "Hey Harry, why can't kids go see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie?"

"I don't know, why?"

"Because it's rated ARGGGGG." I joke as I insert the IV and hang the bag of fluid up on the headboard. "I hope you like pizza."

"Love it." He says smiling weakly. Looking around the room I see today and yesterday's trays full of food.

Why did he do this?

Sighing I grab the pizza to heat up, while I was waiting I pull a garbage bag out from under the sink and begin to clean up. By the time the pizza was done I had disposed of the trays of food. I grab the pizza from the microwave and walk back over to Harry who is looking much better already.

"How are you feeling?"

"A little better, I'm hungry though." He said glancing at the plate of pizza in my hand.

"Eat up Styles." I say handing him the plate and sitting by his side, watching the IV fluid drip opened the floodgate of memories.

**

November 2007~

"Niall come in here! She's waking up!"

"Mrs Horan can you open your eyes?"

My eyes flutter open to a bright white room filled with the sounds of medical equipment.

"Mrs Horan you've been in a car accident, do you remember what happened?" A male doctor asks.

"No." My voice croaks. "Niall?"

"I'm fine baby." Niall comes to my side with his arm in a sling and some cuts on his face.

My eyes look around the room and meet with my mother's honey browns full of sadness.

"What about the baby?"

**

"Gen?"

"Yes, sorry just zoned out there for a moment." I answer trying to put on a fake smile.

"I'm really tired." Harry says before taking a last bite of pizza.

"You should sleep then Harry." I assure him as I take the plate from him before helping him settle into bed more so it won't disrupt his IV. His eyes close and his eyelashes cast a shadow onto his cheek. He's just so beautiful.

Beautiful and scarred.

Without even thinking I brush a curl out of his face, something about him is just so familiar. I can't help but feel like he was brought to me for a reason, that our fates brought us together. I'm probably the only one on this earth that could possibly understand what he's gone through.

But he doesn't need to know that.

A large hard catches my wrist as I pull my hand away. Harry's eyes flutter open and look up at me.

"Stay?" He pleads in a soft voice.

"Of course Harry, I'll stay."

I'll always stay.