My Prison Guard is Harry Styles?!

chapter 5

I woke up to the sound of beeping and a sterile smell. Slowly, I opened my eyes to the delightful sight of Harry's worried face peering down at me.

"Rose? You're awake?" He whispered.

"What do you think?" I croaked, ever the sarcastic one. Harry rushed to get me water which I accepted gracefully.

"Do you remember what happened?" Harry asked.

"I'm...not in prison anymore. Wait, am I?!" I panicked, looking around my hospital room.

"No! Your in Harry Styles hospital where I tend to all my hospital needs. I would never let you back in prison, Rose." He kissed me softly on the hand and gave me an endearing look through his long lashes.

"So what happened then?" I questioned.

"You were 360 no scoped in the chest by the FBI." Harry replied. "But the doctors said your training with the monks in Japan strengthened your organs so they were able to withstand the force of a .46inch bullet at the range of 169 miles with only minor injury. Then I carried you onto my private jet bridal style like in Cinderella. In fact we can leave today!"

"That's great!" I said...but, "where will I go after I leave?"

Harry smiled at me. "Home."

"But-" I began protest, buy he silenced me with a kiss.

"I'm coming with you." He promised, and our eyes met, and something in the universe shifted, something that made this one moment in all of them and space so perfect, special, sacred, that I wanted it to last my entire life-

Just then the nurse took it upon herself to barge in and ruin our moment. "Just here to change Mr. Johsntan's IV and deliver some scrumptious frozen vegetables and synthesized pork product!" She chirped in a high pitched voice, overly cheery.

I sent her a venous glare the entire time her putrid existence existed too close to mine. It was obvious the entire time she was changing the old man in the bed next to mine's IV that she was checking out Harry. She twirled her dyed blonde hair with her fingers in an attempted suction, Mr. Johsnatsans lunch and IV bag laying forgotten on the bedside table.

Harry, bless him, simply looked at me and smiled at me and uwued at me the whole time, even though I was looking painfully average in my hospital gown and messy brown hair. But he loved me anyway. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when the nurse left. "Sherrie* as her name tag read was definately getting a bad review on Google, Instagram, twitter, and Netflix. Harry agreed when I told him I hate her and said he'd fire her from Harry Styles hospital.

He is the love of my life. He is perfect. I kissed him.

Eventually I was able to leave and Harry helped me out of my hospital bed. I changed into skinny blue jeans and an adidas sweater I stole from Harry, and I put on my old worn out Stan Smith's and put my hair in a bun.

Hand in hand with Harry, we walked out of Harry Styles hospital. Finally I was going home.