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Take 28 - Gotta Be You - Part 3

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I was afraid to meet his eyes. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Steven clearly enough. He looked like an avenging god—a god that I thoroughly pissed off.

“What happened?” he asked.

For a moment, I contemplated to pretend I was asleep, but I was sure he wouldn’t fall for it.

However, Harry answered him. “Her drink was spiked with GHB.”

Steven’s eyes slowly fell on me, and I wanted to cower under his stare. He looked outraged. “I’m so—“

“Are you okay?” he interrupted. Without waiting for a reply, he turned to Harry. “Who did this? Have you called the police? Will she recover?”

Harry held up his hands in surrender. “Easy… One question at a time, please. We don’t know who did this, the police have already been here, and she will have to rest for the day, but there shouldn’t be any lasting side effects. The drugs already left her blood.”

Steven walked over and sat down on the bed. With a worried expression, he took my hand. “I’m so sorry that all of this is happening to you,” he said sincerely. “I wish there was something I could do.”

“You could postpone out meeting today,” I joked.

“Really?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Nah.” I shook my head and smiled. “I’m kidding. It’s fine, really. I’m just exhausted. The police will figure it out.”

He patted my hand. As awkward as it was, it made me feel better almost instantly. I looked between the two men. It was hard to fathom how much they’d both started to mean to me. Steven wasn’t just the director, he was also one of the few people who knew my secret.

And even though it was only in the movie, Steven was still a dang good dad.

Somehow, I knew it was wrong to put my director up on that pedestal. He wasn’t my father, and I knew that. But I still couldn’t deny the feeling of security he brought forth in me.

I looked up at him. “I need to have someone else sign me out,” I said. “Otherwise, they want to keep me for observation here, but I’d really dislike hospitals.”

He looked surprised. “Do you want me to do it?”

I nodded. “I’d like that.”

“Sure.” He smiled. “I can do that. Just let me go talk to a nurse. Then I’ll sort it all out. You can get dressed in the meantime. Okay?”

Agreeing, I pulled the cover off my body and looked down at the hideous hospital gown. “Do any of you know where my clothes are?”

Harry hooked a thumb over the shoulder. “The dress was soaked in alcohol when we arrived here. So I brought some clothes from your suitcase.”

As he rose from the chair, I could see a neatly folded stack of clothes on a small table behind him. Somehow, I hadn’t noticed it before.

Steven walked over to the door, and I rolled out of the bed and walked over to the get dressed.

Before he left, Steven cleared his throat. “Uhm. Harry?”

“Yeah?” Harry took his eyes away from me, looking at the director. “What’s up?”

“You coming? The girl needs to get dressed.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” Harry chuckled.

“I do, though,” Steven said. “Come on.”

Harry sighed and walked over to the door. Before he left the room, I saw him mumble something to himself, and his bottom lip protruded. He had an adorable pout.

I giggled to myself, and then decided to look at the things Harry had picked out. Much to my surprise, the outfit was relatively standard. A part of me had feared that he’d chose some of the more revealing items in my luggage.

After dressing in the sweatpants, I grabbed the shirt. A grin spread on my face when I realized it was the ‘I love Italy’ shirt, which Harry had bought for me.

I pulled it over my head, looking around for any personal items that might be in here. When I didn’t find any, I walked over to the door, stepping out into to hallway.

People in white lab-coats passed me, and I tried hard to ignore the strong smell of detergent. It always bothered me because it reminded me of the time where Ludmilla broke her arm as a kid. Mom and Dad had asked me to sit still outside while the doctor put a cast on my sister.

At first, it wasn’t a problem. But then I began to notice the old people, the wounded people, and the people with a bad cough. It wasn’t very nice at all.

Luckily, I spotted Zayn’s dark head quickly. He was sitting in a waiting area, covering his face with his hands, and I trudged over to him. The chairs in here didn’t look particularly comfortable, and I wondered how long he’d been sitting here.

When he didn’t react to my presence, I began to wonder if he was even awake.

“Are you sleeping?” I asked.

He jerked up, and when he saw me, sprung to his feet. Wrapping his arms around me, he hugged me tight. “Thank god you’re okay.”

I patted his back. “I’m fine, Zayn… I promise.”

“They wouldn’t let us in to see you, and Louis told us to go home. But when Harry couldn’t, I didn’t want to either.” He pulled back from me, surveying me carefully. “The one visitor rule is absolute bullshit.”

Laughing, I gave him another quick hug. “Let’s find Steven and Harry so we can get out of here.”

“That is the best thing I’ve heard all morning.” He grinned and wrapped a single hand over my shoulder, leading me to the front desk.

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