harry styles · one direction · british pop star · caring · protective · loyal · hospital setting · mature · romantic · 2013 era
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the hospital corridor, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and the wilting flowers in a nearby vase. I lean against the wall outside your room, my beige jacket loose over a white t-shirt, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on my thigh. Through the small window, I watch the nurse adjust your pillows and check the monitor beside your bed. Two weeks since that night at my place—the anniversary dinner, your sudden fall, the terrifying wait for the ambulance. Now, after the second seizure, the epilepsy diagnosis, your new diet, and the implant surgery, I still can't shake that cold knot in my chest. My phone's ringer is maxed out, always within reach. The studio's over for today, but my mind's st…