The Outsiders (Harry Styles)

Chapter 41

Cherry's POV  

"You know Cher, I don't know if it's a good idea that you come with me," Harry scratches his head, turning onto the highway.

"Harry, it's okay if you don't want me coming. I understand," I look at him.

"It's just - I don't know," he shrugs.

"I have an exam tomorrow anyways so, it's okay," I lie. I don't want to pressure him into letting me come. He probably doesn't feel comfortable bringing me to see his sister.

"Okay," he nods. "Don't feel bad or anything."

"Don't worry," I look at him. His jaw muscles give his face such a masculine look. He's so good looking and it drives me insane. He doesn't notice me staring but I just can't help it.

"What?" He smirks, turning his head in my way.

"Nothing, you're just pretty," I tease. He stifles a laugh.

"That's a feminine term," he looks at me, looking at me like I'm a freak.

"You're a feminine term," I say and he sighs.

"Americans," he shakes his head.

"You need a haircut," I touch his curls.

"You do too," his eyes stay on the road.

"Come on, it's not that long," I laugh.

"Yeah, it's almost gone past your ass," he tries not to laugh.

"Sorry?" I look at him.

He chuckles. "Okay, so I'll be back in a couple days. You'll be alright?"

Why wouldn't I be alright?

"Yeah, I'm fine with or without you. Stupid."

"Well, now you're just talking rubbish," he turns onto the college street.

"Call me," I look at him, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Fine," he grabs my face closer to his and kisses me gently. Slower than usual.

"I love you," our foreheads meet. His words roll off of his tongue lightly. My heart starts to beat so quickly

"I love you too."

Harry's POV

"Gemma?" The doctor leads me into the hospital room. My sister lay there, staring at the ceiling until she responds to my name.

"Harry," her sad face suddenly turns into a smile. "Come here," she holds her arms out and I hold her into my arms.

"Hey," I say and her face buries into my shoulder. She's paler than usual. I reckon she's not eaten in a while.

"How ya been little brother? Haven't seen you since last Christmas," she smiles and I sit on the edge of her bed. She looks horrible as in sick. Bags under her eyes, pale skin, her hair is back to blonde, I feel bad just looking at her.

"I've been well. How are you doing Gemma? Have they told you anything yet?" I ask her, taking her hand.
"Harry, I'm pretty sure there is nothing wrong with me. Maybe just the flu?" She shrugs. No, it's not just the flu.

"G, you look terrible," I crack a smile and she snickers.

"I've noticed lad. I appreciate you coming out her by the way. Doctors say they're figuring it out," she starts coughing and I rub my thumb over hers. I hate to see her like this. It's kills me inside. I didn't really realize how much I've missed her until now.