Remember
Chapter5
OUTFIT
"Please Harry." I whined, attempting to pull him up off the bed for the hundredth time.
"Let me go Jody!" He yelled, snatching his arm away from my grip. I looked down at him with narrowed eyes, trying my best not to curse him out because this is still my job.
"My name is Jamie. Jamie fucking Fielder! Not Jody. Not Jaycee. Not Jayla, but Jamie. You got That?" I yelled at him very serious. He surrendered his hands and smirked.
"Whatever you say Jamieeeee." Harry said, sitting back onto the bed and grabbing the remote that was laying right beside him. I clenched my teeth and counted to ten in m head.
"Aren't you tired of laying in bed! Doing nothing with your life instead of laying in bed?" He glanced up at me then back at the television.
"Nope.." He said popping the p. I stood their for a few moments and just stared at him. Next thing you know, I grabbed the remote from his grip and aggressively threw it to the wall, breaking it into pieces.
"What the fuck? Who the fuck do you think you a-" I instantly cut him off without any hesitation.
"Your leg is fucked up. If you don't try to exercise it so you can go back to work, your not. Then you will become a nobody. Then all fat and sloppy smelling like sweat and pizza. Then you will be broke. No one girl will want you and you will die, a fat, smelly, old man with no children. So fat that they had to make a special coffin for you because you didn't fit. Oh, And no wife. Now, by all means, if that's what you want, stay in the bed. But if you wan to get back in the studio and all that good shit, listen to me. I'm your nurse. I'm here to help you. But I can't, if your not willing to help yourself."
I said surprisingly calm, trying to hold in my anger so I wouldn't snap on Harry. I folded my arms against my chest and stood their, waiting for Harry to do something or say something rude like usual.
"Okay.." He said rolling his eyes. I smirked to myself knowing that I won.
"Okay what?" I asked.
"Okay! I will do your little exercise shit!" He yelled. I laughed to myself as I saw how angry, me winning made him.
"Great.."
I held Harry's hands as he held mine very cautiously and tightly. He looked down at him foot as we attempted to stand him up. Harry immediately sat back down in the wheelchair and pouted, like a little boy.
"Can we just stop? I tried like ten times!"
"Then let's try ten more!"
"I'm tired.." He whined.
"This isn't even exercising! All your doing is trying to stand me up!" He pouted once again, making me sigh.
"We can't just start you off exercising Harry! You have to be able to stand on your feet. Now, give me your hands. We're going to try this again."
Harry immediately crossed his arms against his chest and shook his head side to side while pouting his bottom lip.
"I'm tried! Can't we just do this tomorrow?" He pouted. I stood there, debating if I should give in to him or not. Once I made my decision, I sucked my teeth and walked behind Harry as my hands grabbed the handles of the wheel chair.
"Tomorrow Harry. No pouting, fighting with me, no nothing, you got that?" He looked back and me and smiled, showing off his dimples.
"Got it."
I laughed at something Harry told me as I laid next to him on the bed while we both are Chinese food. I brought the fork up to my lips and took another bite.
"Actually I'm still in school for my doctors degree actually." I told Harry proudly. He turned his head and looked at me.
"Really? For what?"
"To become a pediatrician."
"Aren't those the people who help kids." I took another bite of the food and nodded my head. Harry looked away from me again as we laid there in silence.
"Sooo." He drifted off.
"Are you single?" He asked shyly. My heart started to race as he asked me that. Why was he asking me that?
"Sadly, yes." I chuckled. He looked at me in awe.
"Your kidding.."
"I'm dead ass." I said blushing a little.
"Why is a pretty girl like you single?" He asked. In my body, I was jumping up and down, breaking shit, screaming and fangirling. But on the outside, I just laid there, eating my Chinese food.
"You tell me."
"But is Mr. Styles single?" I asked, playfully hitting his chest. His smile instantly faded, quickly turning into a smirk. He looked away from me an up to the ceiling.
"Yeah..." He mumbled under his breath. I didn't go any further because it wasn't hard to tell that, that was a sensitive subject for him. So I changed the subject.
"How's the Chinese food?" I asked. He stared at the ceiling in silence, ignoring my question. I tapped his shoulder lightly.
"Har-"
"Get out." He said blankly, turning over on his side. My eyes furrowed in confusion. We were just all happy and now he's telling me to get out.
"What?"
"Did I stutter? I said get the fuck out." He said. I sat up and stared down at him, trying to see if he was just joking. But to my luck, he wasn't. I rolled my eyes and gathered all my belongings and walked out the room, slamming the door shut behind me.
"Please Harry." I whined, attempting to pull him up off the bed for the hundredth time.
"Let me go Jody!" He yelled, snatching his arm away from my grip. I looked down at him with narrowed eyes, trying my best not to curse him out because this is still my job.
"My name is Jamie. Jamie fucking Fielder! Not Jody. Not Jaycee. Not Jayla, but Jamie. You got That?" I yelled at him very serious. He surrendered his hands and smirked.
"Whatever you say Jamieeeee." Harry said, sitting back onto the bed and grabbing the remote that was laying right beside him. I clenched my teeth and counted to ten in m head.
"Aren't you tired of laying in bed! Doing nothing with your life instead of laying in bed?" He glanced up at me then back at the television.
"Nope.." He said popping the p. I stood their for a few moments and just stared at him. Next thing you know, I grabbed the remote from his grip and aggressively threw it to the wall, breaking it into pieces.
"What the fuck? Who the fuck do you think you a-" I instantly cut him off without any hesitation.
"Your leg is fucked up. If you don't try to exercise it so you can go back to work, your not. Then you will become a nobody. Then all fat and sloppy smelling like sweat and pizza. Then you will be broke. No one girl will want you and you will die, a fat, smelly, old man with no children. So fat that they had to make a special coffin for you because you didn't fit. Oh, And no wife. Now, by all means, if that's what you want, stay in the bed. But if you wan to get back in the studio and all that good shit, listen to me. I'm your nurse. I'm here to help you. But I can't, if your not willing to help yourself."
I said surprisingly calm, trying to hold in my anger so I wouldn't snap on Harry. I folded my arms against my chest and stood their, waiting for Harry to do something or say something rude like usual.
"Okay.." He said rolling his eyes. I smirked to myself knowing that I won.
"Okay what?" I asked.
"Okay! I will do your little exercise shit!" He yelled. I laughed to myself as I saw how angry, me winning made him.
"Great.."
I held Harry's hands as he held mine very cautiously and tightly. He looked down at him foot as we attempted to stand him up. Harry immediately sat back down in the wheelchair and pouted, like a little boy.
"Can we just stop? I tried like ten times!"
"Then let's try ten more!"
"I'm tired.." He whined.
"This isn't even exercising! All your doing is trying to stand me up!" He pouted once again, making me sigh.
"We can't just start you off exercising Harry! You have to be able to stand on your feet. Now, give me your hands. We're going to try this again."
Harry immediately crossed his arms against his chest and shook his head side to side while pouting his bottom lip.
"I'm tried! Can't we just do this tomorrow?" He pouted. I stood there, debating if I should give in to him or not. Once I made my decision, I sucked my teeth and walked behind Harry as my hands grabbed the handles of the wheel chair.
"Tomorrow Harry. No pouting, fighting with me, no nothing, you got that?" He looked back and me and smiled, showing off his dimples.
"Got it."
I laughed at something Harry told me as I laid next to him on the bed while we both are Chinese food. I brought the fork up to my lips and took another bite.
"Actually I'm still in school for my doctors degree actually." I told Harry proudly. He turned his head and looked at me.
"Really? For what?"
"To become a pediatrician."
"Aren't those the people who help kids." I took another bite of the food and nodded my head. Harry looked away from me again as we laid there in silence.
"Sooo." He drifted off.
"Are you single?" He asked shyly. My heart started to race as he asked me that. Why was he asking me that?
"Sadly, yes." I chuckled. He looked at me in awe.
"Your kidding.."
"I'm dead ass." I said blushing a little.
"Why is a pretty girl like you single?" He asked. In my body, I was jumping up and down, breaking shit, screaming and fangirling. But on the outside, I just laid there, eating my Chinese food.
"You tell me."
"But is Mr. Styles single?" I asked, playfully hitting his chest. His smile instantly faded, quickly turning into a smirk. He looked away from me an up to the ceiling.
"Yeah..." He mumbled under his breath. I didn't go any further because it wasn't hard to tell that, that was a sensitive subject for him. So I changed the subject.
"How's the Chinese food?" I asked. He stared at the ceiling in silence, ignoring my question. I tapped his shoulder lightly.
"Har-"
"Get out." He said blankly, turning over on his side. My eyes furrowed in confusion. We were just all happy and now he's telling me to get out.
"What?"
"Did I stutter? I said get the fuck out." He said. I sat up and stared down at him, trying to see if he was just joking. But to my luck, he wasn't. I rolled my eyes and gathered all my belongings and walked out the room, slamming the door shut behind me.
Notes
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9/13/14