Something Good Can Work: Book Two - ON HOLD INDEFINITELY-

I’m dying.
I haven’t had real food in days, they’ve given me tofu. They say it’s good for the body, to detox.
I want a fucking cheeseburger or I’m going to go insane.
Harry wasn’t bluffing, I assume you’ve gathered.
Once he’d driven me to my Gran’s house it didn’t take long for Christopher to arrive. I listen them all, Harry included, cry and moan about how I was going to kill myself living this way and blah blah blah. Louis stayed quiet though, I wonder why.
I’ve been here for a week now, I saw Gran and Christopher each once. Harry has tried to come, but I won’t see him. I can’t see him, not like this.
I feel miserable, but I see where I was headed and I don’t want to go there. It’s just so easy to fall into it, when I get too stressed have a smoke or take a drink, all my worries are gone.
My eyes were transfixed on the freshly bloomed flowers that were growing in the garden outside my window. It was a swanky place, Christopher really pulled out all the stops. It was more comfortable than the rehabs my mother went to I was sure.
My fingers were dry and my hair was a peculiar shade of brown and green from the fading hair dye. I felt like a mess, I would kill for a bottle of bleach.

“Summer, you’ve got a visitor.” The nurse said as she walked my guest into my room. I knew it wasn’t Harry, they were under strict orders. I suppose I just wasn’t expecting Niall to come see me.
He had a bouquet of pink tulips in his hand as he leaned down to kiss my cheek before placing them on the dresser across from my bed.
“Hi.” I said sheepishly, pulling my knees towards my chest.
He sat at the end of the bed and looked down at the floor.
“How are you?” His voice cracked, I could tell he was nervous.
“I’m better…” I said honestly, I felt a little clearer – there are still things I need to fix, but I feel better.
“You look good.” He said looking at me finally, I knew he was being nice. I looked like death run over.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sat up some, letting my legs fall criss cross beneath me.
“Why are you here Niall?” I asked with a curious tone, my head tilting slightly.
He gave me a crooked smile and rubbed his palms together. “I know I have fucked up a lot Summer. I know that you’re not into me like that and I’ve accepted it. I see how much Harry cares about you and I know you care about him too and I don’t want to be bad by you, I want to help. I’ve caused enough problems.” He said shaking his head every few words. He was clearly distraught. I let my tongue slide over my front teeth before I laughed half-heartedly.
“You’re here for Harry?” I was a little beside myself, why in the world would he be here after how Harry beat his ass in front of the entire school. Boys are a mystery.
“I am…He loves you Summer…” He said slowly, making me feel a twinge in my belly at the word love. I knew he loved me, I don’t know why I had been acting that way.
That’s a lie.
I do know why, it’s the disease my mother left for me, the only inheritance I’ll ever truly deserve after all.
“Summer?” Niall asked, pulling my thoughts from the dark tunnel they were spiraling down.
“Yeah, I’m good Niall. Thank you, he can come in whenever.” I finally said, I couldn’t avoid it any longer.
“He’s in the front, I’ll go get him.” He said and hopped up, I grabbed his arm.
“He’s here now?!” I yell-whispered.
“Yes, he’ll be right in.” He said with a shy grin before walking out the room and apparently towards Harry.
I combed through my hair quickly, I didn’t have any makeup or hair products. I was living in a cardboard box who force fed us tofu to cut down on costs (even though it cost an arm and a leg to get me in here, these people were clearly frugal as fuck.) I looked decent, I suppose. Judging from my reflection in the window – there were no mirrors in my room.
“Summer?” I heard his low voice call from the door, I turned slowly as I exhaled, preparing myself for him. The last time I saw him, I was a mess. I was an awful bitch who said things that were completely uncalled for, how could I ever just talk to him like I used to?
He ran toward me, taking me in his arms and squeezing me so hard I had no choice but to fade into him. I smelled his cologne I had missed so much, the smell of honey that came from his luscious brown curls, the feel of his light stubble brushing against my jaw as he hugged me as tight as possible. I had missed him so very much.
I let out a sob, it was too hard to hold it back. I know I was trying to say I’m sorry but it just came out in squeals and cries.
He stroked my hair, shushing me softly. “Calm down baby, calm down…” His voice was so soothing, I felt my heart calming with his comfort.
“You’re going to be okay, I promise…” he said. He was comforting me, after how I’d behaved. I still had to call and apologize to Elliot, I was so awful to him too. Why did I do this to myself?
We were sitting on the bed now, the nurse had brought in some tea and we were sipping it in each other’s company, not much conversation was being had.
“This is quite nice, really. The view is stunning…” Harry said as he leaned forward to peer out the window, the sun hitting his face at the right angles to broadcast his defined jaw.
“You want to go out to the garden?” I asked, feeling like fresh air would probably be good. He nodded and helped me clear the tea before I pulled on a robe and we began walking together, the tile on the floor clicking with each thump of our heels. I looked up at him, his hair was being held out of his face with a black bowler type cap. He was so fashionable, it was clear he was shooting for fashion in the dark though. Somehow, he made it work.
The light outside was brighter than I anticipated and Harry quickly pulled his sunglasses from his pocket and handed them to me. I placed the black wayfarers over my eyes and we walked toward a white painted iron bench that was situated between rose bushes.
“You know, there is nothing prettier than a rose in the winter.” He said as he plucked a blood red rose from the vine and handed it to me. It was not winter any longer, spring was in full bloom – this was a left over winter rose though – he was correct.
“You’re prettier.” I said with a grin. He laughed and sat down beside me, placing his arm around me and squeezing me into him.
“I’ve really missed you…” He said honestly, I leaned my head on his shoulder. This was nice, for now. This was what I needed.

Notes

sorry updates are so short, i'm so busy lately. more soon.