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Sunflower, Vol. 6 - Harry Styles
"I couldn't want you any more
Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor
I couldn't want you any more tonight"
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Mirabelle Faia

"Now let's go." I say smiling a little too much.

Harry goes to sign the discharge papers the nurse gave him, while I grab some of his extra clothes that Zayn brought. Along with his other clothes and toiletries.

Once he finishes, I hand him a pair of grey sweatpants a black hoodie and some socks.

"Thank you." He says.

I smile lightly going to back to sit in my chair. Harry goes to stand up, swinging his legs over the hospital bed. His IV was taken out a while ago, so he can easily move around. He claims there's no pain in his arm, but he winces every time he picks up his phone.

Harry stands up grabbing the clothes I left on the bed. He walks to the bathroom in that stupid hospital gown that basically shows me his entire back and bum.

Fortunately for him, he was wearing boxers.

How sad.

Going into the bathroom, he gets changed. I left a couple of hours ago to take a shower and get out of my musty dusty clothes. I honestly really needed the shower. I hadn't left ever since the accident and I felt gross.

I'm wearing leggings, a red over-sized sweatshirt and my Converse. My hair was up in a messy bun and I needed sleep.

I kept worrying about Harry, and if he'd make it through surgery. When I saw him in the ICU, it broke me.

He walked out, fully dressed with his hair a mess. A beautiful, beautiful mess. I love his hair this length. It's perfect.

"Are you ready to head out?" His morning voice rings through the room.

I smile like an idiot, "Yes, you?"

"Mhm." He nods.

He grabs his duffel bag of his shit, while I grab my small bag standing up. Harry goes to grab my hand as we walk out the room.

We reach the front desk handing in the papers, heading to the exit the hospital. Still holding hands.

Making small talk and little squeezes here and there, we make it to my car. Harry's car is in the shop right now, because, you know, he almost died and he crashed it. So we are just driving back to my place.

He gets into the passenger seat, putting his bag in the backseat. I get into the drivers seat, turning on the ignition. I start driving us to my place, taking my time.

Every once in a while, Harry looks at me. He looks at me, smiles and then looks out the window.

What?

I blush a little bit, getting flustered.

We reach my place, parking in the garage. He grabs his things and I start walking to the elevator. I hit the button to go to the fourth floor, and Harry wraps his arm around my waist.

Butterflies.

Wow. Okay, I'm not okay.

We reach my floor, going to my door.

We walk in and I didn't realize what a mess my apartment was.

When I went back to shower I only cleared up the food I made for the date and got changed. I wasn't aware of how much of a slob my apartment looks right now.