I'll Look After You

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

            A sharp pain in my stomach woke me up, I screamed and moaned simultaneously. The pain instantly induced tears and I was rolling in the large pain crying, moaning and in agony.

            “Adriana! Adriana, shhhh!” Harry’s voice came closer but I couldn’t see him due to my eyes being squeezed shut. “Your drip has finished, try not to move, you might rip the stitches open! Let me change this quickly. I’ll be right back!” Not moving was definitely easier said than done! But I tried, not wanting to make it worse by ripping open the already painful gashes. “I’m back, give me your hand.” I held up my hand with the drip in it, he took it gently in his and began to change my drip. I knew when he’d done it, my veins instantly cooled as the drip made its way into my body, it was uncomfortable but I had to bear in mind that it would make this pain go away! “Shhh…” The bed dipped beside me and he carefully pulled my head into his lap, I’d kicked the duvet off in my agony so he pulled it back over my legs. “Shhh.” He comforted as he brushed my hair out of my clammy face with his hands. “It’s ok.”

            “Make it stop.” I cried, I’d managed to control my screams now but couldn’t help the odd moan and I definitely couldn’t stop the tears.

            “I wish I could. I wish I could.” He whispered sound as if he was almost in pain himself. “It should die down in a minute. Shhh.” He continued to comfort me as he stayed silent.

            After a while the pain did numb. I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black apart from the small amount of light emitting from the bedside lamp. Everything was just a shadow beyond the beam of dim light. I looked up at Harry who was still stroking my hair, he looked down at me and offered me a small smile. He wasn’t wearing a top, he was in nothing but his boxers and my head was in his lap.

            “Did I wake you?” I ask trying to distract myself that I was lying in between Harry Styles’ open legs with my head on his thigh.

            “Uh-huh. But don’t worry about it.” Damn this boy was polite. I didn’t know of many boys who would be like this. They’d probably shout at me or something. You even get to a stage when waking up in the middle of the night crying is annoying for your own mum.

            “What time is it?”

            “Urm…” He twisted around to look at the alarm on the bedside table. “Three oh four.” He informed me.

            “How did the concert go?”

            “Brilliant. Our fans are truly amazing. It’s unbelievable. Every night I take a step back and realise that this is my job. It’s just… incredible.” The grin on his face was as incredible to me as his job is to me. He really did love it. He really did appreciate his ‘Directioners’ even if I may detest them slightly. They’re definitely over the top and annoying, however, I am aware that not all of them are like that. They just have a bad reputation that’s extremely hard to see through. But it has got to be said they have to be the most dedicated fans in the world and if I was Harry I’d appreciate them just as much as he does. Not that I want to be famous, neither have I ever had any desire to since I was about seven.

            “What time did you get in?”

            “Just gone midnight. I went out with the boys for a drink, they’re probably still out but I wanted to come back to check on you.” See, beyond caring! I did feel a bit guilty now though.

            “Oh, you didn’t have to do that!”

            “If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have been able to help you now.”