Just Let Go (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twenty-Six - Confession!

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Chapter Twenty-Six

After my talk with Liam, he excused himself and left the room as my nurse came in to check on me.

"How are you feeling?" She sweetly asked.

"I am feeling great now. I heard I was sleeping for a day. That is all the rest I'll need." I smiled back at her as she unattached me to the machines.

"I'm glad to hear. You had a very worried boy with you all day today, he'll be glad to know that the doctor has signed your release." I nodded as she said this and then floated into my mind as the nurse busied herself around the room, taking final notes, then departing.

Harry was with me all day. I don't know what I will do when I face him. Last time we spoke, I yelled at him and... He kissed me. My heart fluttered as I recalled this memory. Now that I think about it clearly, I remember the look of concern and desperation on his face as I screamed for him to let me go. I could not believe he would only kiss me to silence me, I do not think that is how Harry is... But, a kiss to calm me because he really cared for me? That is more believable, especially since that is what my heart hoped for.

I finally was able to stand and go to the bathroom that was adjoined to my room. I took this time to rinse my face and freshen up as best as I could before everyone arrived to pick me up. Glancing at the clock, it read 6:45pm.  I really was asleep the whole day. I laughed at myself lightly as I thought, skipping the hectic day and waking up to thriving nightlife. Wow.

I was brought fresh clothes by my nurse who had said that they were given to her by my party, who were waiting for me. The clothes were surprisingly picked out to keep me warm. Maybe it was because the clothes that were given to me looked liked they were picked out tenderly, or maybe because they were picked out by someone I love, either way, I knew instently that Harry had brought these clothes for me. I dressed quickly and then got my release.

I proceeded to the waiting room where I knew the boys would be waiting for me. I hesitated by the door, how should I face Harry after what happened? I could try to pretend like nothing happened, but then what would Harry do or think about me? As I went to push the doors open, I decided to just go off of Harry and what he did. Right before I opened the doors, a kind voice called to me.

"Ms. Brooks?" I turned and looked at a woman who seemed to be the receptionist. "Your party is waiting for you in a private waiting room in the back. I'll take you there." She turned and started walking in the opposite direction of the current waiting room I was about to walk into. I peaked into the room, curious as to why the guys were not waiting in there, and instently I turned and chased after the receptionist. Camera men and journalists were waiting inside, no doubt following One Direction. Oh no... What has my little hospital visit caused?

"in here Ms. Brooks." The kind receptionist motioned for the door. I thanked her before I proceeded into the room where my entry immediately caused excited yelling.

"Kristen!" My name echoed off the walls of the somewhat empty room. "How are you feeling?" Louis and Niall asked together as they approached me.

"I feel great, The sleep really helped me." I said smiling at them.

I glanced around the room, my eyes meeting with Harry's. He was standing between Liam and Zayn, who looked relieved. However, Harry's face held something different. Instead of the eyes that I had last seen with desperation and worry in the corridor, they were replaced with a calm and soft look. I realized that I was looking into the eyes of the Harry that had picked me up at the airport. The Harry that I had ate tacos with. The Harry that wanted to walk with me around Trafalgar Square. My heart began to beat fast and I was amazed at how I could sense all this emotion through looking into his eyes.