Privileged Murder

Twenty Eight

I couldn't bear to look at my watch, I didn't want to know that I'd passed through Christmas Day without him "Merry Christmas my love"

"Me' Christmas... Lou"

I closed my eyes and sighed to myself. One minute to midnight on what was going to be one of the best days that I'd ever dreamt of and I'm pouring my eyes out onto a hospital bed, breathing in the hallucinations and dreams that were drifting ever so far away from reality.

"Lou..."

My sharp intake of breath couldn't have come quick enough as my head snapped up to the voice I recognised all too well, I watched his eyes open slowly and my hand reached for his. In complete shock and bewilderment my answer was practically screamed at him "Baby?"

Our eyes locked together and a familiar smile spread through both our faces "Oh baby" I kissed his forehead, pressing my mouth hard into his skin before pressing a lighter one onto his lips before rushing out of the room to find Zayn and Liam sitting right outside and staring at me in confusion

They saw my face wasn't an expression of pain, but of happiness and quickly put two and two together. "Zayn. Doctor" Zayn went running off down the corridor in search of a member of Harry's medical team whilst Liam pushed passed me but soon stopping just inside the doorway, staring at the figure staring back at him "Welcome back mate"

He rushed to Harry's bedside and scooped him up in his arms as much as he could "Glad to be back... But fucking hell don't squeeze me too hard" And that's when I relaxed, Harry was back. My boy was back making jokes and laughing, never even stopped talking complete bollocks when the doctors came in, and had the same exact exchange with Zayn.

A few hours later and all the checks had been done, Liam and Zayn had decided to head home for a shower and a change of clothes feeling that they were now able to seeing as Harry was awake. After I promised to stay with him and keep them updated if anything happened they were able to leave the hospital in good spirits.

Sitting now, by Harry's bed, squeezing his hand and stealing kisses whenever we weren't having another of many pointless conversations. The doctor had finally finished pressing buttons and activating machines as she turned towards me "If you continue on the same rate of recovery that you currently are, your strength should be present enough for you to be out of the hospital by the end of today"

I smiled wide - for probably the hundredth time that night - and looked over at Harry, squeezing his hand once more before turning back towards the doctor "That's great. And the infection is completely gone?"

"Yes, completely gone"

"And he'll be completely recovered soon?"

Her smile dropped a tad and that had my stomach dropping with it, in fear of the worst "I can't say completely recovered as everything is unforeseeable, considering your past history with injuries, Mr Styles, it will probably take a lot longer for your body to recover - if at all - You'll always have a scar but I see no reason for you not to carry on like you had done before"

She tuned on her heels and left the room, leaving me to look back down at Harry "I'm so glad you're back baby. Missed you like crazy"

"How long was I you know... out for?"

"Just over twenty four hours, had me scared shitless" He laughed a bit then sighed "We pretty much missed Christmas - save for a few minutes - but I'm sure we'll sort something out yeah? I honestly thought I'd lost you"

"I'm so sorry I missed your birthday"

This fucking boy "Stop right there Harry. I couldn't give two shits that you missed a crappy birthday party. You were shot, I think that gives you a free pass. All I care about was that you're okay and will recover in good time, you do realise I'm not letting you leave my sight once we step foot out of this hospital"