Always In My Heart (Sequel To Love Hurts)

chapter 55

**Year and two months earlier**

Harry woke up tired, he slept late again. That what becoming a habit for him. For thirteen years Zayn had slept by his side, and he on top of him. He can't sleep without him, at all. Ten months ago he made the worst decision of his life, he wished he could turn back the hands of times and go back to the day before the fights started, to the day Leo was born. Cause if he was being honest, that was the day the monster inside of him was created, but he can't go back. He let the monster take charge, jealousy and his took no prisoners. Zayn, his children and Leo felt his wrath. Leo looked so much like Yazz when he was born, mother nature was so fucking unfair, Leo should have been his child. His and Zayn's, not Brooklyn. He looked like one of his own, but he wasn't, he was forever reminded of that when he went shopping or pick up the kids. The people were talking, what they were saying about him particularly, hurts. He was an adult but having people talk about him still hurt. He was called a fool, a doormat. He's not sure when Amelia became a part of the name calling but she was, but he blamed her teachers for that. They knew half her story and assumed the worst out of it, that Zayn had cheated as her father was Niall. But he sees it now, he fuelled the rumours with his bitterness and anger. People were just reacting to his own reaction to Leo. But he's decided to make amend. He's going to ask Zayn to forgive him and apologise for breaking the promise to stand by him. He's been wanting to do that when heard Zayn was having therapy because of him. But he couldn't give him false hopes then, but he is sure as he will ever be, today is the day. The day of new beginnings.

Throwing the duvet aside, he swinged his legs out of bed ready for the day. The room spinned as soon as he stood up,

"Whoah.." he sat back on the bed, head down, maybe he stood too fast. Or he needs to eat. He hasn't been eating that well lately, couldn't be bothered more like. He stood up again after a minute and this time with no qualms. He's got work to go to. He's expected to deliver, he's the boss. A quick shower woke him and was out of the flat to work. Niall's flat had been his new home.

The day went like a haze, working on autopilot. But mostly crucially Harry still hasn't managed to eat anything except drink flavoured water to keep his sugar levels up.

"Mr Styles!" A voice shouted from afar while he felt someone shaking him.

"What?" He grumbled opening his eyes.
What the hell? He was on the floor, in the middle of the office, his employees had worried looks on their faces.

"You passed out, sir" he looked to his right when someone answered, a paramedic? That's when he noticed the oxygen mask on his face. He frowned, how long was he out, "fifteen minutes, sir" the lady said reading his face. "And we are taking you to hospital.."

"I'm fine.." he took the mask off.

"We'll make sure you hundred percent are in hospital, sir. Do you have family you want us to call?"

"Zayn.." his secretary replied, "I've got the number.."

"No!" he said abruptly, "I'll call him myself, thanks.."

"Okay then, sir. We'll move you to a stretcher and we're off. Do you think you can stand?" The paramedic asked as her colleague wheeled a stretcher to the room.

Harry nodded, "sure.."

Tom, one of his employees rushed to help as he stumbled up with even the paramedic's arm on his waist, "thanks.." Harry smiled weakly at him.

He hates hospital, that's official. He said he's fine yet the doctors ordered him to have routine chest xray and blood checks, "really?" He asked the doctor.

"Really, Mr Styles. You will be surprised how infections go undetected.."

"I don't have a cough, or fever. I'm fine, go see to your seriously ill patients don't waste your time on me.."