THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN.

I watch Harry intently as he sits there quietly, not saying anything or moving from his place. The only thing that can be heard in the silent room is Harry's heavy breathing.

My hand which once lied on his shoulder is now resting by my side again and my body just like Harry's is glued in one place as I think of an appropriate response to he has just said. He said he's scared. But that was all, he hasn't really specified what he's scared of. Scared of visting the doctor? Isn't he too old to be scared of a doctor.

"You..you don't have to be scared, Harry. I'm here for you so are your friends." I tell him, watching him the entire time as I speak, waiting for him to look at me but he doesn't move an inch, just stays there with his head resting in his hands like he's exhausted or hopeless.

"We can go to the doctor and he'll just prescribe you some medicines and you'll be okay again, better than you are right now." I say again, my voice sounding like I'm talking to a toddler, trying to teach him what's the best for him but Harry, he's so much older than me even and he's probably thinking that I'm talking shit right now.

Finally after a moment a minute or so, Harry lets out a small sigh and look up at me with a frown on his face.

"You don't get it. You never will." He tells me calmly, shaking his head from side to side.

At this I feel myself becoming a bit angry but keeping my cool, I move closer towards his body, wincing quietly when pain erupts in my ankle. Harry notices my uncomfortable expression because immediately he moves forward and scoops me into his arms and places me down into his lap in such a way that my legs are on the mattress while the rest of my body is lying on Harry's legs, my head resting on his chest.

"Make me sit up straighter." I say, sounding like some spoilt brat but Harry finds it amusing because he chuckles and presses his lips to my nose once before helping me sit up properly, still on his lap.

"Back to the serious topic now." I tell him, bringing my hand up to rest on his neck and running my thumb in small circles on his skin.

One thing that I've learned about Harry  in our short time together is that he listens to me more often when I'm touching him, just simply touching his arm or rubbing it is enough. It works like magic and sometimes I wonder if I have same superpower like the girl in the movie called X-men: Wolverine's origin.

"Tell me what you're scared of, Harry. Maybe I'll understand and help you get over your fear." I say quietly, looking straight into his emerald eyes, letting him know that I am being totally sincere at the moment.

Harry watches me for a long time and I see him struggling to come up with words since he opens and closes his mouth couple of times.

"I can sit here all day if I have to. I swear to God I'm not moving until you tell me what's stopping you from going to the doctor." I say seriously, making it very clear that there's no way out for him now. On the other hand, I myself know that it's now or never. Either I'll be able to convince him or I'll end up alone on this bed, crying after a fight with him.

"I'm afraid, Stella." Harry starts quietly, averting his eyes away from me and looking at the wall behind him. My fingers lightly dance over his cheek, urging him to keep going and taking in a deep breath, he does.

"It's not the side effect of those pills, it's something more. I.. I can feel it." With every word, Harry's arm around me grows tighter and at the same time, I feel my stomach dropping, fear over taking me.

"It.. It can't be, Harry. How can you be so sure?" I say, staring at his face and grabbing his chin to make him look back at me but he doesn't budge instead he clamps his eyes shut and inhale through his nose.