The Umbrella Girl (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Today's Task 15: Visiting Harry's Family

AUTHORS NOTE: I DON'T CARE THAT ITS BEFORE THE CHAPTER I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT. But basically hello derr. I figured the readers of this fanfic were probably all very angry and curious to know why it took me a legit year to update this. The reason is, that I soon let twitter take over my time. Like so much that I didn't even want to look at wattpad or write anything. After that stage blew over (basically from being grounded) I started working on an actual story that I am thinking of publishing one day. I was very serious about it and loved everything about it. I even loved writing it. Then, despite a few readers begging me to update, I did not, because then, I got diagnosed with some hardcore anxiety from all the homework I was getting and how I couldn't get it finished. It became hard to eat, sleep, or concentrate for the most part. I now have gotten it all under control now, but when I finally did I had totally forgotten ever writing this at all, and had to log onto my account and totally reread the story so far and the plot outline for later. But that was kinda cool cuz I got to experience it like my readers do. But its here now and I'm determined to finish it! Thank you for not being pissed! Hugs and kisses and sorry for and spelling/grammar issues in advanced. -1dsTOMS (aka Carlie)

  Harry's POV

"She's been moved from the ICU," I heard a voice boom from behind me.

"What?" I asked, turning to see who belonged to the voice.

"Just after you left yesterday she seemed well enough for a regular room." The woman explained, pushing a small red ringlet hanging around her jawline behind her ear. I looked down at her nametag, studying the bolded name printed on it. Cheyenne.

 The woman-Cheyenne- smiled at me and pointed to the stairs.

"First door on your right. And mister, might I say, you seem to really care about this girl to have come every single day she's been cooped up in this joint." Cheyenne looked at me with curious blue eyes. I almost laughed that she referred to her workplace as "this joint," but I suddenly realized what she was implying.

 "Oh no, she's just a friend. And I could never stand it if something horrible happened to her." I cursed myself and prayed that she wouldn't go crying to the press about this. But it was technically true. I  nodded in her direction and quickly started heading for the staircase.

 "She seems to be much more to you than you emphasize." She chuckled, and turned back to her desk. 

 I wanted to ignore her, but her words kind of stung. Lily shouldn't mean anything to me. The whole point of her job was just for the press, for the fans, not for me. But why was she effecting me so much?

 The hallways reek with the smell of antiseptic and the walls are unnaturally white. Like mental hospital white. I feel a wave of nausea as I enter the room Lily is supposed to be in. It's even worse in her room, everything seemed to be the color white. The bed, the sheets, the walls, the curtains, even Lily's pale face as her chest rose and fell, her eyes closed peacefully. 

 I closed the door as silently as I could, and yet it still squeaked. 

 "Harry?" I heard Lily murmur, her voice a quiet croak. 

"Yeh Lil, it's me." I took a seat at the end of her hospital bed. 

 "Lil?" She raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, realizing the dark bags under her eyes, and her hospital gown hanging loosely around her frame. 

 "Alright, don't worry about me, I just woke up." She said, smiling weakly. She used her nimble fingers to cup her palm around her neck. 

 "Okay, did you hear they want to release you soon? Sometime tomorrow or in a few days." I explained brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead.