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I wake up fairly early the next morning so I can go use the hotel gym and get a run in before the day starts. When I get down there none other than prince charming is already there. Harry is on one of the treadmills running. I walk past him to the other end and climb on my own treadmill. I put in my ear buds and set the treadmill for a 5mile run at a 30% incline. As I am running I glance every so often over at Harry I mean his sweaty body is very difficult not to look at. NO I tell myself you are mad at him. I continue my run without letting Harry distract me again.

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TWENTY MINS LATER:

My legs are starting to cramp and I feel like I am going to pass out. I only have one more mile left though. I can’t pansy out now, so I take a few deep breaths and focus on the last mile I have. I thought I was fine after I composed myself but I was wrong, I tripped over my own feet and start to stumble backwards. I felt a pair of strong hands catch me before I hit the floor though.

“Whoa Em you alright love” Harry says

“Wha..uh yeah I’m good” I stutter

Harry helps me to go sit down and gets me a bottle of cold water. I chug it down and instantly get a massive headache.

“Emerson..EM hey wake up, baby c’mon” I can hear Harry but can’t open my eyes

When I do finally wake up I am in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV. I squeeze my eyes a few times to adjust to the light then look around the room. My eyes land on a handsome young man asleep in a chair in the corner of the room. I clear my throat a little in hopes to stir him awake.

“Em you’re awake” Harry says groggily

“What happened?” I ask

“You got over heated and passed out from your run”

It figures leave it to me to over work myself. I have no idea what time it is but tomorrow we go to the world cup.

“What’s the time?” I ask

“It’s going on 3:00 love”

“Ah, alright then so when can I leave?

Harry goes to find my nurse to find this information out. I find the remote so I can turn on the tv.

“London welcomes home boy bander Harry Styles”

That is what is flashing across the bottom of the screen. Boy bander Harry Styles? Certainly they don’t mean my Harry I think to myself. I can hear Harry and the nurse making their way back so I quickly turn the tv off again.

“Emerson how are you feeling dear?” the nurse asks me

“I feel a lot better actually” I tell her

After another twenty minutes of waiting I can finally sign papers so I can go home. Harry tells me he’ll meet me our front with his car so the nurse pushes me out in a wheel chair. I crawl into the front seat of Harry’s enormous Range Rover. I buckle myself up as Harry pulls out onto the sunny London street. After a few minutes of silence I turn down the radio and ask Harry a question about what I saw on the tv.

“Harry are you in a band?” I ask bluntly

His eyes go wide and he gulps loudly.

“What makes you ask that?” he says

“Oh I just heard something on tv something about Famous boy bander Harry Styles is welcomed back to London.”

We argue back and forth for a while because he swears up and down that it isn’t him but a different Harry. I for one am not buying it. We finally pull into the back enterence of the hotel. Harry helps me out of the car and inside the hotel. As we are going back to our rooms Harry asks if I want to go for a swim.

“Sure why not, but you’re still not off the hook Styles.” I say smiling at him

Notes

Here it is sorry i made you wait so long so much stuff has been going on lately.... hope you like it XOXO love you all :)