THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

I blink my eyes a couple of time and then a frown finds it's way on my face when I realize that I'm not hallucinating. The fucker is actually standing in the door way on Harry's room, staring back at me with a smirk on his stupid face.

As his eyes travel from me to Harry, I feel the sudden rise of anger inside me. He doesn't deserve to look at Harry. Hell, he doesn't deserve to be on the same planet as Harry. It's unbelievable how such a devil like him is related to Harry any way.

"Sorry, I didn't come earlier. I was out of city." Josh exclaims as he makes his way towards Harry's bed, a fake smile present on his lips as he sticks his hand out for Harry to shake.

My grip of Harry's hand immediately becomes tight, not wanting him to shake hand with the sorry excuse of a human being standing opposite to me. Harry tries to tug his hand out of my grasp and I clench my jaw, getting annoyed by the look on Josh's face, as if he's amused to me holding Harry's hand.

Bet he'll be more amused when I'll kiss Harry in front of him, let him know he failed miserably. I think to myself as I finally loosen my  grip on Harry's hand.

"You seem to doing good, mate." Josh says through his teeth, eyes running over Harry's lying figure as he mumbles, "Great." I clearly hear the bitterness hidden behind the word but Harry on the other hand is completely oblivious.

"Yeah, never been better." Harry sighs and Josh nods tightly, setting down the flowers on the table next to the bed.

"You should take care of my brother, he's an angel." Josh tells me and I feel like standing up from my place and slapping him hard before telling him to dry hump the trash can because that's what he truly deserves but I hold it all in for when the time is right.

A fake smile finds it's way on my lips as I nod at him before looking down at Harry and kissing his cheek. My hand finds his again and I kiss the back of it several times, giving Josh a little show to let him know that I'm fully over his sorry ass.

"Oh, you don't have to tell me what to do." I say trying not to sound so bitter as I stare him dead in the eye, "But I'd suggest you to take care of yourself, God knows how many people are plotting against you."

I clearly see how his eyes become a little wide at my words but he recovers immediately, letting out a chuckle as he shakes his head.

"Oh, I've got it all covered. Don't worry about me, birdie." He says and chuckles right afterwards but I suddenly feel uncomfortable at the nick name he's used. Josh used to call me birdie when I was dating him.

A moment of silence follows after that, the atmosphere is full of tension as I stare down at Harry and feel Josh's burning gaze on me.

The knock on the door grabs attention of all three of us and I look over my shoulder to find a ward boy entering the room with a wheel chair and I realize that he's here to take Harry somewhere else.

"Mr. Styles need to come with me for a few tests. You two can wait for him in the waiting area." He says, eyes flickering from me to Josh as he places the wheel chair next to Harry's bed.

I gulp visibly at his words, all my anger and courage vanishing instantly and is replaced my fear when I realize that I'll have to be alone with Josh for some time and God knows what he'll do to me.

"Okay." Josh says and my quickly glance up at him to see him smiling as nods his head, "Let's go, Stella."

The ward boy pays no attention to the two of us as he helps Harry to sit in the wheel chair while Harry mumbles incoherently.

"Can I not walk? I'm capable of walking." Harry finally says loud enough, glaring at the ward boy in front of him.

"I'm afraid that's against the policy of our hospital." The man says with the shrug before he goes round the wheel chair and starts pushing it towards the door.