Two Ghosts [h.s]

69*

Four days later.

"You awake?" Harry asks as his fingers trace over my sleeping cheeks.

"I am now," I whisper grumpily, digging myself deeper into his body. "What time is it?" My arms lift to wrap around his neck. "Tell me, greenie."

"One in the afternoon." He chuckles. "You're always knocked out cold when you fall asleep." He chuckles, lacing his hands into my shirt. Pressing his warm hand to my skin he rubs my skin back and forth.

"Well, why did you wake me up?" I yawn still not completely awake.

"Just now. I missed you." Spreading hundreds of soft kisses to the side of my face I scrunch another laugh. Kissing my forehead repetitively I move my head away to dig in his neck.

"I'm awake, I'm awake!"

"You feeling better today, angel?" Whispering, I just nod my head.

"I feel fine." I'm not lying either. He makes me feel so safe and comforted that the only thing that truly matters is being with him.

On the first morning, my head pounded and my lungs hurt like hell, I slept the entire day and just rested. I think mentally I was most hurt than my body. On the second day, my head started to clear and I could breathe fully. I watched movies with Harry stuck to my hip. Day three was another rest day but we played cards in bed.

Harry was so sweet. He never left my side, annoying the shit out of me with his smile.

He's so cute.

"You promise?" He responds in so much innocence and my heart clenches from what we both went through a couple of days ago.

"I promise." Laying here for minutes in his arms a thought pops in my mind and I begin laughing in his neck.

"What?" He tugs our bodies up so he's resting against the headboard and I straddle his waist.

"You know what would make me feel better?" I fix myself so our chests touch and I dive my lips into his feeling like it's been so long.

It was a soft kiss but I felt his complete adoration pouring through him. Sliding over our lips I hum into the feeling.

"Doing your makeup." I pull away smiling, nodding in encouragement and Harry tilts his head staring at me in silence.

"Kiss me and I'll think about it." He deeply chuckles, leaning forward to press our lips together, catching me off guard and the pressure causes me to lean back.

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"Sit still, you keep fidgeting." I giggle on Harry's lap, pulling away to face him as he looks at me with a shocked face.

After we showered and got ready for the day he couldn't possibly say no to me. I didn't even have to beg. He just complied without a word. We're sitting beside a small vanity in the corner of the room and there's only one chair so I'm sitting on his lap.