Safe and Sound [h. styles]

➴ four

➴ estella

As Harry left, I began to feel a slight emptiness inside me.

It felt amazing to play the guitar and sing.

I felt at home, at peace. It was able to bring a part of me back together like a broken puzzle.

I didn't feel any shame, and embarrassment. Even if it was horrible, Harry would still act polite.

But it felt so good to do it in front of someone who I already seemed to trust in just a matter of two days.

It feels like I've known Harry for ages.

"Estella?" My mum says, waving her hands in my face.

I snap out of my thoughts, coming back to reality.

"Hm? Sorry."

"It's alright. Now, who's that boy?"

Oh you know, I'm doing great mum, and you?

"A volunteer." I respond, planning on giving out few information.

"And why were you two in here instead of the day room?" Mum said, straightening her black pencil skirt.

"Because mother, we just wanted privacy. Jeez, what can I do with wires attached to me and a blood pressure machine following me?" I scoffed.

"Don't get smart with m-"

"Jane." My father cut off my mum.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her left leg over the right.

"Now, Estella how are you doing, honey?" He smiled, placing a hand on mine.

Not the same feeling as Harry's hand.

"I'm okay. I played the guitar today," I smiled.

My mums eyes widened, a gasp leaving her mouth.

"Estella, you're going to loose all your energy by doing that!" She shrieked.

Father rolled his eyes, smiling.

"You're over exaggerating mum. It's not even hard to strum and sing." I rolled my eyes, joining my father.

"Was it because of that boy?" She pointed towards the door where he was last seen.

Should I tell them or should I keep it for myself?

"Jane, honey, stop nagging the poor girl and let's do something else," his smile widened, placing a hand on my mums shoulder.

I found myself smiling, finding us as a normal family.

No cancer. Just a normal family bickering over something silly.

Bickering over a boy.

"So, this boy? Isn't he like, famous?"

I nodded, knowing that Harry was indeed, in a band.

"And you two have a thing?" Mum asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"No mum, he just visits." I laughed.

I knew Harry was in that band, One Direction but what was the point in bringing it up?

What kind of famous person wants to be screamed at a hospital?

Of course it made me feel special.

How can he, a famous person, come to a hospital and waste his precious time here instead of spending his money out with his friends?