Affinity [h.s]

50

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Also!we're are 50 Chapters in!?
I never thought. AHHHHHH.

We're getting close (个_个)
dw it's not soon but it's not far either :'/

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2 days later

Harry Styles

The blinding light above my head makes my eyes pinch shut again as I strive to open them.

I adjust my eyes to the light and suck in a sharp breath. Trying to bring my hand up, I realise I can't move it. Something weighed it down.

With a little effort, I look down.
I see Grace. Her eyes shut as she breathed slow. I notice a bandage on her arm. But moreover, I notice she's sleeping with my hand in hers.

Getting a better look at her, I notice she's wearing one of my rings. Aw.

I groan a little trying to move. My whole left side hurt like a bitch.

Guessing it was my voice, she immediately shoots up her head. Flashing her bright blue eyes at me in worry.

"Hi.." I mumble.

"Hi. How are you feeling?" She questions in a robotic trance.
Its like she's almost programmed to question that.

"I'm... It's hurting." I state scrunching my face a little.

"Wait. Are you really awake? Tell me this isn't a dream. Harry I'll kill you." She furrows her brows holding my hand.

"What..?" I question clueless.

"Oh my God. You're awake!!!" She states high pitched a smile spreading on her face.

"Yes." I smile a little confused.

"I'm so happy." She snaps her hand on her mouth as her eyes tear up.

"Wait. Let me call the guys. They've been so worried for you."
She gets up and disappears before I could say anything.

I lay there quietly. Trying to move my hands to see if I'm still flexible enough.
I could still move it but it hurt like hell.

Fucking bullets.

It's been a minute when the door opens and Niall enters.

Oh God. This guy must've cried bucket. I just know it.

"Styles." He says stepping closer. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm good." I partially lie so he doesn't stress much.

"How could you do that." He sniffles sitting next to me on the bed. "Don't ever scare me like that again." He holds my hand.

"Stop crying like a baby you fucker. I'm not dying."
I roll my eyes smiling a little.

"You better not. Because I'd bring you back to life just to strangle you to death again."
He warns making me laugh.

Louis walks in with his hands in his jacket.

"How are you?" He questions in a placid tone. The tone when he's stressed to the core.

"I'm good." I state as Grace and Liam walk in.

The moment Liam sees me a smile spreads on his face.

"There you go. Our Harold Edward Styles." He jokes walking over to me.