Harry Styles was known to be ruthless, merciless, and tough in the ring. He basically lived at the gym, always there, training and working hard to defeat his next opponent.
After being too old to stay at the orphanage, Harry was sent packing to live...
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If it all goes wrong, darling, just hold on.
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Three Weeks Later Eveleigh's POV
"Okay, Miss. DeLuca. I think you're done for the day," the kind nurse says as she unhooks me from the chemotherapy machine. I give her a small, tired smile as I stand and grab my things.
"Thank you," I whisper softly, earning a smile and a squeeze on my shoulder. "See you in two weeks. Have a good day, Miss. DeLuca," she says as I return the sentiment.
Sighing weakly, I make my way out of the hospital and to my car. Groaning as the normal Washington torrential rain pour was not letting up, I climb into my car and place all my things in the passengers seat. "Oh, fiddlesticks," I moan as I squint my eyes up at the stormy skies.
I had been here three weeks since I fled New York and Harry and I still wasn't used to it. I made sure I moved as far away as I could so he could never find me. I missed him more and more everyday but as I feel myself getting weaker, I know I must have made the right choice.
Just as I go to put my car in drive, my phone starts to ring incessantly like it has everyday for the past few weeks. Knowing who it is, but looking down at my phone anyway, I see the contact name, My Sexy Har-Bear, and my heart shatters all over again.
"Please stop calling me. Let me go. Please," I beg to myself as my eyes fill with tears. He hasn't stopped calling and texting. Hell, he even found my work and personal email and was blowing those up too. While a part of me is happy he isn't giving up, another part is angry. Why must he be so stubborn? Why can't he understand I'm doing what is best for him?
Finally, the phone stops ringing and I sigh in relief. Going to put my phone in my purse, I jump when another beep comes from it. I look at it and the words instantly make me want to cave into myself and disappear.
One voicemail message from: My Sexy Har-Bear
"C'mon, H. Don't do this to me," I whisper as my strength dwindles and I can't help myself as I press the play button.
