Shine (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Eleven

(Alexandra Tucker)

"Let's get her to a bed, you can stay the night with her again if you'd like," Andy says. Harry nods and brushes his hair back while he wets his lips. Anne now lies on a gurney, the drugs having completely knocked her out. My heart warms as I notice Harry's hand over her's while Andy tells him things he looks as though he's heard before.

I am still too shocked to say anything, but when Harry starts walking away with the nurse who's pushing Anne's gurney, Gavin calls out his name.

"Harry!"

He turns, his eyebrows knitted into a frown at the sound of Gavin's voice, and his frown deepens once his eyes find my brother and me.

"Alex, Gavin, what are you doing here?" Harry asks, walking over to where we stand.

"Our father works here," I find my voice, turning to where my father stands, or at least used to stand.

"He got pulled into an emergency surgery. One of his patients in post-op went into cardiac arrest," Andy informs us, walking up behind Harry and placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry flinches but doesn't shake him off like I'd expect. He seems like the type who wouldn't want strangers touching him, but maybe he comes here often enough that Andy isn't a stranger. It saddens me to think that Harry has to deal with his mother being like...that so often.

"Oh well, I actually have to get going anyway," Gavin says. "I'm supposed to meet Mike and the guys so we can catch up some more. It was great seeing you again, Andy."

"You too, son," Andy smiles, shaking Gavin's hand firmly.

"I gotta run, too. I'm still at work, you know," Andy says as Gavin walks away, bidding us goodbye before he leaves too, leaving Harry and me alone.

"So, what was that all about?" I ask Harry curiously, referring to the episode with his mother. Harry's eyes darken and flick to the floor just long enough to show how sensitive he is about the subject.

"Never mind," I correct myself. I have a feeling Harry really doesn't want to talk about it. Not with me, at least. I can't help but wish he did trust me with that type of thing, but I don't know why.

"I better go stay with her, in case she wakes up. She kind of panics if I'm not there," Harry sighs, starting to walk away from me before I grab his wrist, making him freeze.

"Can I sit with you?" I blurt suddenly, like I didn't expect the words to escape my mouth; which I didn't. I don't know what it is about Harry, but being around him seems to ease my worries. It's not really anything he does specifically, it's just his presence I think. I'm still trying to figure it out.

"Um, I don't know if that's a good idea. I don't know how she'll act when she wakes. It's different every time, and sometimes it's..." Harry trails off uncertainly, taking his lip ring between his teeth, his eyes focused on my hand that's still holding his wrist.

"Please. I can't go home, I just can't. I'll leave right away if I cause any problems, just...please, let me stay," I almost beg, letting go of him so he looks in my eyes. The familiar green color of his irises completely consumes me until his voice breaks me out of my daze.

"Alright, but only if you tell my why you can't go home." Harry raises his eyebrow as he speaks, and I am thrown off once again by how attractive I find him.

"My mother is a raging bitch," I say simply, tearing my eyes away from the angles of his cheekbones to meet his gaze again. His eyes glimmer with amusement at my statement, and the corners of his mouth pull up in a smirk.

"Well, alright then."

-

"Tell me four things about yourself," Harry randomly asks me, shifting in his chair so he's turned more toward me. I do the same while running a hand through my hair.