Fake it.

Chapter 4

"Harry I-" I begin to say before he cuts me off.

"No Miley, you can't say you don't want this to, okay I'm falling in absolute complete love with you okay and yes I'm not in love with you at least not yet but, I want you to be my girlfriend". Harry says as a little grin begins to spread across my face.

"And I want you to be my boyfriend". I say scooting over in the bed and patting down a spot indicating him to join me.

"Your beautiful". He whispers into my hair.

"Thanks". I say blushing thankful that I'm buried in his chest.

We cuddle for about 10 minutes until that damn stupid nurse comes in.

"Your time is up visiting hours will start at 10:00 am tomorrow". She smiles politely at me then frowns at harry.

"You can say your goodbyes". She smiles exiting the room.

Harry turns to me and just looks intently in my eyes as if trying to figure out what I'm thinking.

He leans his head slightly leaning into me connecting are lips.

His lips are soft and warm as he kisses me gently. I'm happy he's kissing me for real this time.

He disconnects are lips and kisses my forehead lightly before saying goodnight and walking out.

***

I walk out of the bathroom with a bag of my stuff in my hand and my phone in the other.

I'm scrolling through twitter when I stop on a picture of me with my duck mask on I had taken.

Normally I never read the comments but some of these stuck out.

@Miley Cyrus: Omg my favorite singers in the hospital what happened?!?

I smile knowing I have love and support through my fans. Well that is until I read another.

@Miley Cyrus: She's a nasty bitch I hope she dies.

@Miley Cyrus: boo hoo harry styles should maybe fine someone who doesn't carry herpes.

I read some more then I look up to see Louis looking at me. I realize I'm sitting on the floor now my legs crossed and going through my phone.

"Are you okay"? He asks. "Why wouldn't I be"? I ask realizing there are tears sliding down my face.

"People can be mean huh"? He asks as I lock my phone and stand back on my feet retrieving my bag.

"Yea". I let out a sigh and walk with Louis out of the room.

It's been exactly 2 months I have been in this stupid hospital. 1 month of physical therapy and the other for recovery.

But I'm getting out today and back on the road finally with my boyfriend.

Oh god, we still haven't told the other boys or our managers we actually seeing each other although I doesn't make much of a difference.

Me and Louis make are way to the bus and once we get on everyone is cheering and Zayne tells me were staying here one more day.

I get in the hotel and my manager Kristen instantly wraps me in her arms.

"Bitch! You scared me I thought you were gonna die". She says. I roll my eyes at the bitch comment an hug her back.

"You could've visited me". I say with a smile as we pull away from each other.

"Your stylist is here we wanna get you looking like you know not shit". She smiles pulling me into my stylist room.

"Miley". I hear Jeremy say as he smiles at me.