HEARTLESS //HS

Chapter 38

'I would drive all night to get to you

But my curfew is early and mom's up at home
I would run for miles to get to you
But you gotta understand I can't, 'causeM-I-N-O-R
I'm minorly stuck
And it's not your fault
Just how things are'

~Minor~Grace Abrams 

Thea Hayden 

I felt a light shake of my shoulder which made my groggily pry my eyes open. "Thea." I heard a raspy voice whisper say my name. My vision focuses on a light silhouette with tattoos and long hair. "Good morning ,princess." he smiles at me then peck my temple. It takes me a moment to register that I'm in my bedroom at the loft. 

Ever since I was discharged at the hospital I've been staying at the loft and Harry has been helping me recover, I know he feels guilty when he shouldn't. I slowly sit up in my bed and lean my head against the headboard. Harry sits at the edge of the bed by my feet and it dips a bit. "Anything hurt today?" he asks. That's a normal question now every morning he wakes me up, sometimes something does and sometimes nothing does. But not today , today something hurts. 

"Ribs." I croak as I bring my hand to one side of my ribs and hiss as soon as I make contact. "Okay,baby don't touch. I'll get you some ice." he stands up form the bed and goes into the kitchen and gets ice from the fridge in under ten seconds. He soon comes back to my room with an ice pack and a towel. 

He squats next to me and places the ice on my ribs as carefully as he can. The cold stung at first but it settled once it started working on my ribs. I moved over at bit so Harry could climb into bed and he did. We both kept one hand on the ice. "This is really fucking romantic." I laugh which makes me wince. "Much rather be here with you than in class , princess."  we turn our faces towards each other. 

"This is very romantic by the way." he nods then lets out a breathy laugh. "How so?" I question."Well for one my hand is right below your boob, feel like I'm in grade school again." he breaths out his nose as I stifle a laugh which makes me wince, again. "Fuck." I squeeze my eyes shut. "I'm sorry, baby." Harry kisses my temple. 

Our hands intertwine while still holding the ice on my ribs. "How are your injuries ?" I ask him knowing he also had surgery. "M'fine, more worried about you." he brushes his nose against mine. "Why?" I ask him. "Because , Thea." he shrugs. "Your my everything , I'm in love with you." he states as if it's the most obvious things in the world. I sniffle and try to hold back my tears. "I'm in love with you too, green eyes." I smile at him and kiss him softly. 

"I hate to break it to you, baby but you smell gross." he scrunches his nose as I lean my forehead against his. "M'sorry." I apologize. "I'm going to draw you a bath." he tells me before getting up slowly and putting my other hand on the ice pack. I hear him open the bathroom door and start the bath. 

He comes back into the room with his hair now tied up into a bun. He pads over to me and I put the ice down on the bed. He takes my hands into his, I swing my legs over the bed and slowly stand in my weak state. He snakes an arm around me and helps me walk to the bathroom at an agonizing pace. "This is pathetic." I groan as we walk into the bathroom as he sits me down on the toilet. 

He sits down on the tub and checks the water before looking back up at me with a stern look on his face. "This is not pathetic, understand. You had three fucking surgery's." he informs me then sighs. "They were my fault anyway."he says under his breath thinking I couldn't hear. "Harry,it was his fault." I tell him again. 

We both drop the topic because we know we will probably end up in an argument over how it wasn't his fault. Harry stops that water and checks the temperature. He gets up then towers over me, that's hot. The worst part about all of this is that I haven't been able to do anything with him sexual at all. And him looking at me like that is not helping. I squeeze my legs together and let out a heavy breath. Fuck, great now I'm horny and I can't do anything about it.