A Beautiful Affair

Chapter 20

Juliet’s POV

"You've got to be kidding me," I whispered to the doctor who stood in front of me.

My back was pressed against the stiff hospital mattress and my hand was hooked up to a single IV. I woke up quite a while ago and was now getting the news of my current situation. The chairs to the left of me were left abandon because I had told Harry and Karen to wait outside.

A frown played on the doctor’s face as he nodded. I whimpered and my eyes grew slightly wide, a single tear rolled down my cheek, but I was quick to wipe it away.

"But how...? I'm...its not--" I couldn't finish my sentence because I was cut off by a sob escaping my lips. This isn't fair.

"Dear" he cooed "I'm extremely sorry. I know you’re young and all, but this is a very serious situation." I was about to respond when the door opened and in walked Harry

"Sorry, but what's happening?" The doctor was about to speak but I was quick to cut him off

"I have just got this little bug, should be gone soon." Harry smiled and sat down next to my bed

"Good I thought it was something serious," he sighed and I smiled reassuringly in his direction.

The doctor threw me a questioning look and I gave him a look that said 'go with it'. "Uhm," the doctor coughed "right, a bug. Um medication won't be required and you’re free to leave anytime." He smiled weakly at me and walked out the door.

I turned to Harry "Can we get out of here now," I whined.

"Sure thing," he smiled showing his dimples, "I'll go get Karen and Louis." He kissed the top of my head and as soon as he walked out my smile dropped and rubbed my temples, no way was I going to tell Harry or Paris or anyone what’s wrong.

"So that's it?" I questioned the doctor one last time in the corner while Harry, Karen and Louis were waiting in the lobby.

"Afraid so," he paused looking down "we can always do--"

But I was quick to cut him off "no" I stated. "I don't want any of that trouble."

He sighed, "ok, make sure to have fun."

I smiled and nodded walking away from him and down the plain white hallway. Sure I wasn't the least bit happy, but I don't want to go through the pain and trouble. And If I do go through with it, everyone will notice.

I sighed and shook my head, no bad thoughts. I said to myself sternly. I walked into the lobby and a worried looking Karen pulled me into a hug "thank god" she whispered into my head.

She kissed my cheek and let me go before Louis pulled me into a short hug. "It's just a bug guys," I reassured while walking out of the lobby doors and into the cool nights air. "

It looked like you were dying" Louis joked and everyone laughed. I chuckled lightly along trying to stay positive.

"I'll drive," Karen stated hopping in the drivers seat.

"Shot gun" Louis shouted and I giggled. Harry and I climbed in the back. Harry was quick to slide into the middle seat and grab my hand. My eyes widened but he just shook his head and pointed with his finger at Louis and Karen who were lost in their own world.

I smiled and turned back to Harry. His curly hair tickled my neck when he slid his head into the crook of my neck. "Never scare me like that again" Harry mumbled snuggling into me.

"Never" I stated leaning down and planting a kiss on his lips. At this point I didn't care if we got caught, I just wanted to be happy. I laid my head on top of his and closed my eyes. I’m going to make the most out of this, but before I do, I have to tell someone. I cringed at the thought of telling Paris, but I had too. She's the only one who will support me. She's my sister and my best friend.

**

"Guess it runs in the family," Paris joked trying to lighten the mood.

Tears fell down her face and only one shed from mine. I rubbed the pads of my thumbs over her cheeks, wiping the salty liquid away. Her lips tugged upwards and she grabbed my hand squeezing it gently and reassuringly.

"I promise," she held her pinky out to me. Finally agreeing to my plan I had told her earlier.

"Pinky promise," I smiled holding my pinky out. We shook on it and she sighed. "Wheres harry" Paris questioned. "He said he wanted to take care of me, so he's making me soup," I giggled, but Paris’ lip quivered. "Hey," I cooed pulling her into a hug, "I love you," I whispered into her hair.

"I love you too,” her voice trembled. "So when are you going to start?" Paris asked pulling away, smiling weakly.

"Go downstairs and keep Harry occupied for a minute, would you?" She nodded and left the room closing the white door behind her. I stood from the bed and walked over to the black desk that set in the corner collecting dust. I grabbed a pen and paper and started writing, DAY 1: -

**

"This is extremely hot!" I commented, basically talking with a mouth full of soup and spilling some on my shirt.

"And your extremely adorable," Harry retorted kissing my lips softly.

"Where’s Karen?" I questioned, finally realizing I hadn't seen her or the boys since we got back from the hospital.

"Oh, the boys went home and Karen said she had a meeting in Doncaster for a couple of days."

I nodded my head. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, dropping my head to my lap.

"Hey," Harry laughed lightly, "I don't care, at least I'm with you."

I grinned and kissed him. "Paris," I said into his lips.

"Left with her friend awhile ago, said she was staying the night with her," he mumbled back into my kiss.

"No," I chuckled pulling away, "we," I pointed at the both of us, "should go back to Paris."

A grin spread across Harry’s lips. "Forget about work, I'll forget about school. I'll tell Paris to stay at her friend’s for a couple of days, and it will just be me and you." He pulled his bottom lip between his two front teeth, but soon released it and pulled me into a hug. "Perfect," he whispered into my hair.

"Go pack," I pushed him away and quickly through the door.

"Ok, ok," he chuckled and walked towards his room.

I closed my door quietly and walked toward my closet. I grabbed the black suitcase and set it on my bed. I sat beside the bag and rested my head in my hands. "Alright" I whispered to myself. I thought back to the words Paris told me in our conversation a little while earlier "make it last." Ok, make it last... I looked around the room Paris and I shared and grabbed the first thing on my mind. I picked up the black journal and blue pen and set it in the bottom of my suitcase. "Make it last" I kept repeating to myself as I packed the rest of my stuff.

A sigh escaped my lips as I fell onto the bed of the familiar scented room. "Is this the room we stayed in last time?" I asked Harry, who was setting both of our suitcases by the wall.

"Looks like it," he said smiling. I looked toward the ceiling and squeezed my eyes shut, a sharp pain shooting through my temple. "Everything all right?" Harry questioned sitting next to me and placing his warm hand on my cool forehead.

My eyes opened slowly, "perfect," I smiled. "Paris at night is beautiful," I said looking past Harry and out the window that had the curtains pulled open.

"Yea it is," Harry mumbled.

I turned my head towards him to find him staring at me, "that way," I giggled pushing his head toward the window and he chuckled.

"But I got a better view right beside me," he straddled my lap and rested on his forearms as he leaned down and his warm lips met mine. "I like you a lot," Harry sighed, "too much." He pulled up and just sat causally on my hips.

"Sorry I'm so likable," I giggled raising an eyebrow.

"No silly," he poked my cheek, "it's a good thing," he nodded.

"Good, cause I think I like you a bit to much too." Harrys dimple popped and he leaned down once more catching my bottom lip between his teeth.

He pulled gently and then kissed my lips softly. As he started kissing his way down my jaw and neck, a single thought flew across my mind. Just as the words were about to leave my lips, I bit my tongue and swallowed my words. 'Make the best of this' I told myself once more.

"Make love to me." I said suddenly and not only surprised Harry, but myself. He stopped kissing my neck and tilted his head to the side to meet my gaze. A smile tugged at his lips and I returned the gesture, smiling myself and nodding.

"Love" Harry said smiling, but before I could respond he already had his lips against mine in a fierce battle.

**

I felt Harry stir beneath me and a sigh escaped my lips. The sun shined through the open, curtained windows making me squeeze my eyes shut tighter. I dug deeper into Harry’s chest trying to make the most out of our last morning in Paris. It's been about two and a half weeks since we left Cheshire and I've loved every second of it.

When Harry called to talk to Karen about us staying for this long, she just agreed and told us to have fun. Paris has been staying at her friend’s and the school understood when Harry talked about my 'family problems' and how I was staying with him.

Harry’s been absolutely wonderful these past what... eighteen days? I didn't think I could fall for him any harder, but I guess I was wrong. I'm 100% deeply in love with my engaged, teacher. I still haven't asked him about the wedding and if he'd call it off, but it didn't quite matter anymore. He was getting married in exactly four days, and in exactly four day I would-- I was drawn out of my thoughts, by Harry pressing a wet kiss to my forehead.

I smiled into his shirt and tilted my head up to look into his still closed eyes. "Today's the last day in Paris huh," he sighed heavily and pouted his lips.

"Afraid so Styles," I kissed his cheek and sat up. A sharp pain shot through my spine and I whimpered, the palm of my hand flew to my back and I held the middle. I arched it slightly and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Hey," Harry said worriedly sitting up and resting his hand on my back. "Are you ok?"

The pain vanished and I sighed in relief "Yea just a…cramp."

Harry chuckled lightly and raised an eyebrow "cramp?" My eyes rolled round and I punched his shoulder.

I tossed my legs over the side of my bed, but Harry was quick to pull me back down into his chest as he laid his back against the mattress. "Just lay with me a little while longer," he mumbled into my hair breathing deeply and pulling my closer to him, if possible.

Neither of us have confessed our 'love' for each other yet. I know I'm going to have to tell him how I feel sometime, but it doesn't seem to matter much anymore. I just want to feel loved and Harry’s doing a pretty good job and making me feel that way. I've finally found a place where I feel home and that's in Harry’s arms. I've finally found a place I belong.

The thought of Harry getting married in four days didn't really seem to faze me much anymore, I mean sure I still wanted to know if he would call it off for me or not, but right now it didn't matter. In one day it wouldn't matter, in two day or three days it wouldn't matter. Because right now, I'm 'making it last', forever.

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