The Nurse
Please Rebeca?
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Rebeca's POV:
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Seeing him asleep, made me feel sad for some reason. I guess it made me remember when I first saw him in the hospital; after he woke up I never wished for him to be asleep again. “(I whispered.) Harry?” He didn’t reply, as the prince in front of me was still in a comfortable sleep. I placed my purse on the chair, and held his hand slowly in mine. “(I maintained my whispering.) Since you’re asleep, I guess I can confront you with the truth. (I sighed) I really feel that you are a special human being who deserves as much as he gives. And you were right about me; I was/ am depressed, because of something. I wish I could talk about it but it’s not easy. You are a good listener aren't you? I would pay anything to hear you talk instead of me for once..." I stopped talking once I heard Rosa’s footsteps enter the room. She smiled at me and then went outside.
“(His voice was sensually heavy and croaky.) Rebeca? (He widened his eyes more to see me clearly.) Good morning…” I don’t know how, but the smile he drew on his face made me shiver from its beauty. I smiled as he looked at my hand in his, I directly left it and it made him smirk in a devilish way. “Hungry?” He sat up straight in bed, and rubbed his eyes. “A little bit yeah.” That was his answer, and for that I took the tray and placed it on his lap. “Eat with me?” He smiled purely, and I blushed to that presence. “Thank you, but I don’t like eating in the morning.” He accepted what I like, but then he spoke sarcastically: “Even though it is known medically, that breakfast is the most important meal in the day.” I laughed and he started brushing butter on his toast.
A phone ring made us silent, and I handed it to him from the shelf. He read something, and he groaned in dislike; as much as I was curious to find out, I didn’t ask. He kept looking at me in hesitation, but I never understood what he meant. “Are you coming to my reception tomorrow?” He asked as he played with his food. “I suppose I am why? Is there anything wrong?” He shook his head, and then focused his eyes on me again; God I love this so much! “(He sighed.) Well, there is actually something… (I nodded for him to carry on.) Are you a fan of Taylor?” I gave him a confused look, because I didn’t know which Taylor he meant. “As in Swift?” I giggled and he seemed to giggle as well; I remembered reading that they had a relationship previously.
“To be honest, I don’t even know her in person. What’s wrong with her?” He ate a bite of his fork and spoke. “She’s going to come over to the reception tomorrow. Apparently she’s in London, and her manager is advising her to create an appearance here. I really don’t like being around her because she gets clingy. And for that I called my best friend Cara, to help me out and be my date for tomorrow. She just messaged me that a fashion show came up and she couldn’t travel here. (He breathed out and proceeded.) I need a camouflage when Taylor is around; I know for a fact that she will try to make this evening about her instead…” Ok that was so much information; Taylor Swift is going to be here?! And Harry will be annoyed from her presence? Poor thing, his friend canceled, what will he do now? Heck, what shall I say?!
“Oh, I’m sorry Harry. Maybe you could call someone else to be your date for the evening? Like any of your friends here in Lond-…” He interrupted me and demanded: “Be my date. (I froze, I can’t accept! Is he serious!?) Please, I can’t handle her on my own and I promise it will be me and you as friends and nothing more. I just don’t want any drama; I’ve been getting a lot from her since her international speech in the VMA’s this year. I will owe you for this, please Rebeca?” He was pleading me like a little child, and basically I felt that he was asking me just for the sake of Taylor’s presence nothing more; which made me relaxed that it wasn’t because he was interested in me.
”(I nodded.) I guess it won’t hurt. Sure Harry.” This was the first time I ever see his dimples rise in a smile sent from the heavens as a sign of harmony. “Thank you so much, you saved tomorrow’s party for my sake.” Igiggled and he followed the lead. Why is he so charming!? I took the tray off of his lap once he finished, and he surprised me all of a sudden when he took off the duvet and wanted to stand up! What if he couldn’t!?
Rebeca's POV:
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Seeing him asleep, made me feel sad for some reason. I guess it made me remember when I first saw him in the hospital; after he woke up I never wished for him to be asleep again. “(I whispered.) Harry?” He didn’t reply, as the prince in front of me was still in a comfortable sleep. I placed my purse on the chair, and held his hand slowly in mine. “(I maintained my whispering.) Since you’re asleep, I guess I can confront you with the truth. (I sighed) I really feel that you are a special human being who deserves as much as he gives. And you were right about me; I was/ am depressed, because of something. I wish I could talk about it but it’s not easy. You are a good listener aren't you? I would pay anything to hear you talk instead of me for once..." I stopped talking once I heard Rosa’s footsteps enter the room. She smiled at me and then went outside.
“(His voice was sensually heavy and croaky.) Rebeca? (He widened his eyes more to see me clearly.) Good morning…” I don’t know how, but the smile he drew on his face made me shiver from its beauty. I smiled as he looked at my hand in his, I directly left it and it made him smirk in a devilish way. “Hungry?” He sat up straight in bed, and rubbed his eyes. “A little bit yeah.” That was his answer, and for that I took the tray and placed it on his lap. “Eat with me?” He smiled purely, and I blushed to that presence. “Thank you, but I don’t like eating in the morning.” He accepted what I like, but then he spoke sarcastically: “Even though it is known medically, that breakfast is the most important meal in the day.” I laughed and he started brushing butter on his toast.
A phone ring made us silent, and I handed it to him from the shelf. He read something, and he groaned in dislike; as much as I was curious to find out, I didn’t ask. He kept looking at me in hesitation, but I never understood what he meant. “Are you coming to my reception tomorrow?” He asked as he played with his food. “I suppose I am why? Is there anything wrong?” He shook his head, and then focused his eyes on me again; God I love this so much! “(He sighed.) Well, there is actually something… (I nodded for him to carry on.) Are you a fan of Taylor?” I gave him a confused look, because I didn’t know which Taylor he meant. “As in Swift?” I giggled and he seemed to giggle as well; I remembered reading that they had a relationship previously.
“To be honest, I don’t even know her in person. What’s wrong with her?” He ate a bite of his fork and spoke. “She’s going to come over to the reception tomorrow. Apparently she’s in London, and her manager is advising her to create an appearance here. I really don’t like being around her because she gets clingy. And for that I called my best friend Cara, to help me out and be my date for tomorrow. She just messaged me that a fashion show came up and she couldn’t travel here. (He breathed out and proceeded.) I need a camouflage when Taylor is around; I know for a fact that she will try to make this evening about her instead…” Ok that was so much information; Taylor Swift is going to be here?! And Harry will be annoyed from her presence? Poor thing, his friend canceled, what will he do now? Heck, what shall I say?!
“Oh, I’m sorry Harry. Maybe you could call someone else to be your date for the evening? Like any of your friends here in Lond-…” He interrupted me and demanded: “Be my date. (I froze, I can’t accept! Is he serious!?) Please, I can’t handle her on my own and I promise it will be me and you as friends and nothing more. I just don’t want any drama; I’ve been getting a lot from her since her international speech in the VMA’s this year. I will owe you for this, please Rebeca?” He was pleading me like a little child, and basically I felt that he was asking me just for the sake of Taylor’s presence nothing more; which made me relaxed that it wasn’t because he was interested in me.
”(I nodded.) I guess it won’t hurt. Sure Harry.” This was the first time I ever see his dimples rise in a smile sent from the heavens as a sign of harmony. “Thank you so much, you saved tomorrow’s party for my sake.” Igiggled and he followed the lead. Why is he so charming!? I took the tray off of his lap once he finished, and he surprised me all of a sudden when he took off the duvet and wanted to stand up! What if he couldn’t!?
Notes
Harry, Harry, Harry! :D That was so sweet wasn't it? The way that he was begging our Rebeca to accept? But, wait guys: did you see how she took his hand while he was still asleep and talked to him with complete honesty? I actually got really emotional in that part, it is so intimate isn't it? :') <3 (Y) WOAH Harry wants to walk?! Oh god I hope he will be fine :O :( !!KEEP READING HONEYS! <3 :D xx
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