Escaped

Chapter 30 : End

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¦-¦-3 weeks later-¦-¦-

Perfect. I feel perfectly fine tonight. Last couple of days was a nightmare to me and to wake up this morning with the same horrible feeling then completely vanished in the afternoon was a big relief for me. Just in time for the Brit Awards.

I stepped inside my very simple black dress and pulled it up to my head, it was a simple but elegant black dress that is exposing my back a little bit. I think I saw Angelina Jolie wear the same a few years back. I started on my make up afterwards and then after an hour, I'm done and ready to go. I grabbed my keys and my phone to put inside the small purse that Harry gave me last night, I must say he always know what I like. I took one final glance at the mirror, checking on my appearance for the last time before I went to the door. When I pulled the door open, Liam was already standing across the hallway as he adjusts his tie.

"Well, look at you gorgeous." he grinned as he eyed me from head to toe and back. "You look lovely."

"Thank you Liam. You look... breath taking." I smiled.

"Oh really?" he chuckles and I laughed along with him, until someone clears a throat from behind me.

"Hi babe, ready to go?" he says, putting my hand around his arm. I nod at him in response as we made our way through the hallway. But after a few steps a sudden pain struck me in my upper abdomen that made me stop all so sudden. I feel cold and some weird feeling at the pit of my stomach starts to occur.

"Love, what is it? What happened?" Harry asked worryingly.

I froze, unable to answer him for a while as I swallowed. I held on his arm tightly, shutting my eyes close as I hear him ask the same question over again. I was relieved when the weird feeling fades, and I started to feel my skin warming up again as I feel small beads of sweat on my bare back. I took a deep breath, opening my eyes again to meet Harry's worried green orbs. It was then that I realized he's waiting for my response.

"I'm fine Harry, let's go. I just felt a bit dizzy for a minute." I say, rubbing his arm to assure him everything's fine. He argued a bit, telling me it's fine to just stay home and rest, and that he could stay with me through the night until I feel well. But I myself didn't want to miss this so I insisted to go.

We got into his car and as we drove, he became uneasy.

"Love, are you sick?" he asked anxiously, taking a quick glance at me as I stared at him.

"I... I don't know Harry. Maybe. Maybe I should visit a doctor, this is kind of worrying me too." I placed my hand on top of his shaky knees. "Harry, don't worry. I might be sick, but maybe it isn't as bad as cancer right?" I smiled at him, tilting my head to the side to try and catch his eyes that looks so troubled.

He pressed his lips into thin line as he nods, then turns to face the road again, still with something bothering him and after a few seconds, the car slows down until finally it came to a halt at the safe side of the road. He sighed before facing me, pulling my hand and held it with his both hands.

"Love..."

"Harry..." I stopped him before he could even begin. "I know what you're thinking. We've been safe Harry. I'm not pregnant, if that's what you're thinking."

"No, Love... I've been trying to tell you this since I first noticed you being sick all the time, because I know it's my fault."

"What?" I shake my head in protest, trying my best not to laugh at his false theory. "Harry, this isn't any of your fault. I've been through a lot of stress lately and maybe this is just some side effect or something. Don't worry okay? I'll be fine." I say cupping his cheeks with my hands.