Go With The Flow

Chapter 3

Chapter 3;

"Hey, sweetie, you have a vistor," I looked up at my mom from my spot on my bed, furrowing my brows in frustration. I was in no mood to see anyone. And who would ever want to see me?

"Who is so crazy that they'd want to visit me?" I asked her, sitting up against my pillow. I ran the back of my hand over the film of sweat on my forehead. I plucked the thermometer from my bedside table and stuck it in my mouth. "Well?" I demanded out of the corner of my lips. 

"Well, it's..."

"Hey there, sicky," 

I looked up suddenly to see none other than Harry Styles in my doorframe. 

"Mum! Why would you let this... this filth in our house?!"

"Sorry honey, he brought me cookies from the bakery!" she called from her place down the hall. She had retreated the second he came forward. I rolled my eyes upon the small beep! of the thermometer and pulled it out of my mouth. 

"Wha-what the?" I squinted at the numbers on the instrument clutched in my right hand. Harry took a step toward my bed, eyebrows raised. 

"What is it?" I looked up, shocked expression still painted in a caricature on my face. I flung the small plastic contraption toward him, and he caught it midair. He looked over the numbers, eyebrows raising in small upside down 'u's. 

"104.2? Christ, Evelyn, you need to go to a doctor or something, because this is serious! No way it's going to get better at this rate!" I scowled at him. 

"Why would you care?" I asked sharply. "Why would you care about anything that has to do with my well being since you threw me over the cliff six months ago?" 

It was true; he didn't care. I doubt he ever really did. I was a sort of plaything, even though we were best friends for nearly seven years. But that stern look on his face made me believe for just a millisecond that maybe he did care just a little bit. 

Only a little bit. 

That's why ten minutes later I was sitting in his car on the way to the hospital to get checked out. 

"Nice boxers," Harry muttered nonchalantly as I ran my fingers through my long hair. I looked down at my evergreen colored boxers with small bears on them. They barely covered down to my mid-thigh, but they were comfortable, nonetheless. I pulled them down a bit over my legs, feeling suddenly insecure despite myself. 

"I'll take that as a compliment," I said quietly, coughing into my elbow. My throat was very itchy and I didn't know why. I was exponentially getting more and more sick, though, and it finally dawned on me how serious it might be. This could either be something to worry about, or just a passing sickness. 

Harry tore his eyes from the road and looked over at me, staring intently into my eyes. His green orbs met my steely blue-grey ones, and we held the gaze until he had to take a turn down a side road to get to the hospital. 

What was that feeling rupturing through my stomach just then?

This boy was giving my headaches. 

He was confusing me more than anything.

"Well Miss Silvers, it seems you have a severe flu, probably passed around from your first day back at school," the handsome Dr. Wilkins looked over at me and smiled brightly. "I can prescribe you some medication, but I don't think it's anything the typical Acetaminophen--Tylenol--won't fix. If you want, I'll prescribe you some Tamiflu. But that's really all I can do." I gave him a smile as he held his hand out to help me off the large stool I was perched on. I took it and stepped down onto the cold floors, my Vans squeaking on the linoleum. 

Harry stood beside me, his hand tapping against mine every so often. That was what he used to do when he wanted to hold my hand, but I figured it a coincidence and took a small step away from him. 

"I think I'll be fine with Tylenol," I told Wilkins, nodding gratefully. "But thank you. My friend--companion here was getting worried." I tossed a frown at Harry and let Wilkins lead us toward the lobby. 

"Thank you, Miss Silvers," he returned, "and if the fever and cough get any worse, please come back and see me again. I'll see if there's anything I can do to help. Have a nice day."

"You too, thanks," I waved, and started off toward the door. Harry fell into step with me as I approached his car. His hand tapped against mine again, this time brushing over my skin softly. I looked over at him, but he seemed oblivious to his own gesture. 

The car ride home was quiet, except for when Harry turned on the radio and Journey's Don't Stop Believing played. He hummed along to it softly, tipping his head back against the headboard of his seat. His jawline jutted out and I couldn't help but stare at him.

Was this the same bright-eyed boy I had known and loved six months before? His under eyelids were bagged and dark, and his skin a near-sickly pale. His hands were shaky as he clutched the steering wheel. He looked ill.

I reached over the seat and set the back of my hand on his sweat-slicked forehead. His sticky skin was emitting more heat than mine. 

"You're more sickly than I am, and you took me to the hospital?" I asked, looking at him with an expectant look. "Strange tactic."

I jumped as his head suddenly snapped over toward me, his gaze one of tire. He had a big smile on his face, but it was crooked and didn't look right.

"I'm fine, and for your information," he paused for a moment, finding the words to say, "I still care about you, despite what happened six months ago. I came to your house to apologize, to ask for a chance to get close to you again." His hand rested on my jawline, his soft thumb caressing my cheek. I pulled away from him suddenly, turning to the window. 

"It's not that easy," I told him, cupping my cheek with my hand.

"Well then I guess I'l just have to try harder," he said quietly. "Starting now. See, Melanie's friend invited me and the boys to play at a party she's throwing tomorrow night, so... how about you come? You used to love going to parties with the boys and I." He flashed me a smile. I gave a deep sigh, wiping a film of sweat off my forehead with my arm. 

"If you'll take me home and then out to the mall, sure," I said, sitting back against the seat. I wanted to buy new clothes if I was going to go to this party. 

Wait... why was I going to this party?

So there you go. The romance and action are slowly building up! This party is where it really starts X)

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