Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 22

Olivia's POV

It's been a week and Harry haven't spoken to me in not more than two words. I got to see him for like 4 days this week and when I do, I'd ask him if he has eaten breakfast and he'd only say "yeah" then go back to his room. The last time I saw him, I asked him if I could talk to him. I wanted to ask why he's not talking to me but he only told me he's busy.

I must've really done or said something wrong. I've been thinking about it these couple of days but I don't have any idea what I did wrong.

It was already evening and I've already eaten dinner. I haven't seen Harry the whole day. I was just lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling when I heard the sound of a broken glass downstairs. My heart was beating so fast but I didn't think twice of going down. I was worried about him.

I deeply sighed when I saw the sight in front of me. Harry was lying on the couch and there was an almost empty bottle of vodka on the table. I gasped when I realized how much alcohol content it has. I quickly kneeled down beside the couch to check up on Harry. I slightly tapped his cheek. How did he managed to drink all of that? Why did he even drink in the first place?

"Harry" I softly said while tapping his cheeks.

It was good that he was still breathing but I wanted to wake him up so he could sober up before going to sleep because I'm sure he'll get a headache tomorrow and he'll feel worse if he didn't eat dinner before drinking. I tried to remove his curls that was covering his face but I felt his forehead and I knew he's sick. After a few seconds, I saw him shivered and his creases formed on his forehead.

I quickly went upstairs to get a blanket and pillow. I ran back downstairs and saw that Harry was too tall for the couch. I've decided to move the couches even if that was one of the rules he gave me. I mentally gave myself a pat on the back because I remembered the rule and a pat on the cheek because I broke that rule. I just want him to sleep comfortably. Before I could placed the other couch beside Harry, I felt a sting on my knee. I looked at it and saw that there was a little blood and I realized that I accidentally knelt down on the broken glass that I've cleaned a while ago. I'm just going to clean my scar once I'm done with this.

I slowly lift Harry's head to place the pillow. I wrapped the blanket around his body and went to the kitchen. I got a bowl of cold water and I got a small towel from the closet of my room earlier. I went back to the living room and dipped the towel in the bowl. Little by little I wiped his face and arms with the towel. After that, I dipped the towel in the bowl again, squeezed it, and placed it on Harry's forehead.

I sighed and went to the bathroom to clean my scar. I washed it and didn't bother to look for a band aid or something because it was just a small scar. I went to the kitchen to get Harry a glass of water and medicine. I went back to the living room and sat on the empty couch. I turned off the television and tried to sleep.

I couldn't sleep so I looked at Harry to check if he's already awake or still sleeping. I continued to stare at him and study his features. He looks so weak right now and I feel bad for him. It feels terrible when you're sick. If he gets well, I hope he talks to me about why he got drunk or if he has a problem that he wants to share with me because friends are supposed to do that. I heard him groan that made me nervous because he might caught me staring if he wakes up.

I was about to fall asleep on the couch I was sitting on when a thing on the ceiling caught my eye and I frantically sat up straight.

It was a camera.

I've totally forgotten about the cameras surrounding Harry's house. He told me about it when I first came here but my mind was too preoccupied to remember it. I hope he doesn't watch the footage that I've been staring at him. I'm going to be a dead meat, I can feel it.

From time to time, I'd wake up just to check up on Harry because it's like my body was telling me that it needs sleep but my mind was telling me to stay awake because Harry might wake up and he's too weak to reach for the medicine and water. I was in between awake and asleep. Maybe I was asleep but not really or maybe I was awake but not really. My thoughts made me confused so I paced around the living room instead of sitting on the couch. When I looked at the wall clock, it was already 5am in the morning.

I've decided to prepare breakfast so I went to the kitchen. I toasted some bread, fried some bacon and eggs. I was thinking of making some fruit juice but the juicer may produce noise that will wake Harry up and I don't want that.