BEAUTIFULLY UNFINISHED novel Chapter 6

FIVE

I hurriedly rushed out of the room and exhaled heavily. Being in one room with Harry Styles again is very unhealthy for a woman like me. After all those years that have happened, I could still remember how I woke up that morning and how I got startled when I saw him on top of his own bed, naked with our clothes everywhere on his hotel room floor.

I walked away from Anne's Presidential Suite and finally felt happy now that my shift is over. I walked to the nurse's lounge to grab my stuff before leaving. Finally I could have to put my hair down now. We always have to put our hair into a bun, it's hospital protocol, and it usually makes my hair wavy after. I started putting a little amount of face powder on my stressed looking face. I look at myself and I noticed that my cheeks were blushing.

Of course my cheeks would blush, it was Harry Styles. I wouldn't meet him everyday so casually like this and I didn't know his mom was admitted here. It was very unexpected to see him in a hospital.

I'm really surprised to see him. Of all places that had to be, it had to be here. At the hospital where I'm working for. And of all people had to be admitted, it had to be Harry's mother.

I take a deep breath and shake away what I have in mind.

It's just coincidence, I tell myself.

But as I remember how he looked a while ago, gosh he looked so good on that suit. He looked like a totally complete gentleman, I know he is, and he seemed to have gotten more mature too. He aged but he's still handsome as hell. He's still dangerously hot. He's still very charming.

Ugh! Harry Styles! Even after seven years, you still have this kind of effect on me.

Honestly when I saw him again personally after so many years, it felt surreal, it felt a lot more different now that I saw him again. I felt scared and tensed and more nervous if he'll remember me. I was scared knowing the fact that I have his illegitimate son, I'm the mother of his first born and I didn't tell him about it. I felt guilty for what I have done but I know I did the right thing for myself. I know I have been hiding everything from him but then I'm sure he won't believe me if I say so. It was a one night stand. It wasn't suppose to end up like this. He wouldn't believe it. I'm sure.

The way Harry looked at me a while ago, it's still stuck in my head. It's as if he's reading my mind or he's trying to remember where could he possibly he first see me and I was hoping inwardly that he wont recall everything because it will be the death of me if he will.

And when he said I looked familiar, just rushed my heartbeat. Gosh! I didn't know it would feel like this. Clearly he somewhat remembers me or how I looked cos if he doesn't then he won't be saying the things he said. But I wonder, does he even remember what we did that night or how I looked?

"Randy! Randy!" I hear a female voice calling out to me as running footsteps were growing closer.

"Lettie?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Put your hair back up there's an emergency!"

"What?! But my shift is over." I say.

"No more buts! There's an emergency. Come on! Code zero."

My eyes widened. Someone's dead?

She quickly grabs my wrist so suddenly and dragged me out of the nurses' lounge even if I didn't want to go with her. The thing I hate about Lettie is that, she's a talker. She loves knowing the things around this hospital and she needs to know it first than everyone else.

Later then I realized that I had no time on fixing myself and my hair wasn't even pulled back up like how she told me to. We rushed out of the elevator and noticed that I'm back on the second floor.

"What are we doing here?" I asked as I try to catch my breath but she was still pulling me.

"Hurry up or else we're dead." She says.

"I thought there's code zero?"

"We'll be in code zero if I can't bring you with me." She says.

"What?"

"Come on!"

My hair was everywhere and I haven't got the time to pamper myself right. People were looking at us cos we were obviously in a rush for a reason that I don't know. She opens a door right away without me noticing it and we were already walking inside the room cos she was pushing me.

I stiffened the second I saw Harry standing by the side of his mother's bed with his arm crossed over the other and his eyes looking at the door from where we were standing.

Shit.

I'm back in this room again!

Shit! Lettie!

Curse you Lettie!

I didn't know we were running towards Mrs. Anne Cox' room. God! If I only knew!

I gulped.

I feel my heart beat accelerating instantly.

We halted.

"She's here Mr. Styles. Nurse Miranda will help you." Lettie says.

What? Help him with what? What's going on? Where's Mara? I thought to myself.

I couldn't put a smile on my face because I don't know how I look right now. My hair was a fuzz and I was still catching my breath while my heart was beating fast.

I look ugly in front of him.

But whatever.

"Thank you for finding her for me." Harry speaks with such thick British accent.

"Can you please leave us alone for a minute?" He asked Lettie.

"You're always very hardworking Miranda. Why don't you try to tell the father of Ben so he'll finally know about it?" She asked.

"He'll know about it but he won't believe me. You didn't even believe me at first." I say.

"That's cos I thought you were out of your mind." She chuckles. "But when I saw Benny growing up, having Harry's curly hair and his green eyes, I knew he was the father."

I sigh. "I just can't tell him yet."

Suddenly I hear a door closing.

I froze when I saw Harry passing by next to me as he sits back down on he couch where he was sitting the entire time since a while ago. He gazes at me before pulling out his phone.

"I'll call you back Viv. Please look after Ben for me. Thank you." I say and hangs up.

Harry puts two cups of Starbucks' venti on top of his table.

"Coffee?" He handed me one.

I shake my head even though I want to drink some so bad because I'm already getting sleepy but I need to stay up.

Suddenly he stands and walks to me. My feet was glued on the floor even if I wanted to back away from him. It was too late, he's already standing before me with the cup of coffee on his hand.

"It's yours. I bought you one." He extended it to me. "Here."

He slowly placed it on my hand and I was already holding it. He walks back to the couch and began opening something on his laptop and a few papers were on top of the table too.

I moved my eyes down to the cup and my name was written on it.

Nurse Miranda.

I smiled at myself and then pulled my head up to his cup. Of course its got his name on it. As I look eagerly from the two cups, I noticed that the handwriting from my cup was different from his.

"Did I got your name right?" He suddenly asked.

Maybe he noticed that I was constantly looking at his cup then mine then back to his cup then mine.

"Yeah." I say.

He smiles. "I told the barista not to put name on that. I'm glad I got the spelling of your name correct."

The little things he does just makes my heartbeat uneasy.