You're my Kryptonite | H.S

♪ 25 - Secret meeting ♪

Mackenzie's POV

On the ride to the hotel, without noticing, I had fallen asleep. I dreamt of nothing but absolute solitude and misery.

All I could feel, see, touch ... was darkness. It was like I had been trapped in oblivion by some unknown force who sought out to take revenge on me. But I didn't even know what I had done.

Screaming, shouting, wailing. I tried everything that came to mind. But nothing came after.

"Mackenzie ..."

My eyes snapped open, sweat dripping from my forehead. When I looked up, I saw Harry's panic stricken face gazing at me. My hands were clutching a quilt.

Then I realized that I was in a bed at the hotel. I tried to sit up straight, but my muscles started aching, and I fell right back down.

"Are you OK, love?" he questions, checking my forehand for a fever. He pulls away instantly, his eyes widening.

"What's wrong?" I ask, my head starting to pound like crazy.

"You've got a flu!" he exclaimed. "I'm afraid we won't be able to go sightseeing like we planned."

"What!? No! I really wanted time explore Tokyo, and especially with you!"

He smiles and takes my hand, kissing my knuckles. "I'll take care of you, Princess. You're in good hands!"

"Are you sure?" I tease.

He pouts and gets up, going all the way to the right. I turn around in bed to see him lying down next to me. He starts to stroke my hair, moving down to my cheek and then his hand goes all the way down to my back. As he pulls my body closer to his, I rest my head of his chest and close my eyes, feeling at ease.

"You smell nice." I randomly blurt, afterwards realizing what I had just uttered.

"Uh, um ... I mean, um, ya know -"

Harry bursts into laughter, making me feel flushed. I wiggle out of his arms and turn around, burying my face in the quilt.

I feel both his hands around my waist, sending goose bumps through my arms.

Ugh, why is it that he's able to make me feel this way? He barely even tries, and yet I'm always captivated by his charm.

"Babe, are you asleep?" his breath fans over my ear, tickling it.

"Obviously not." I sigh. "How is it even remotely possible that I could fall asleep next to you?"

"It's not that very remote!" he laughs. "You're usually asleep in my arms the second I lay down next to you."

"You're not exactly helping me feel better." I turn to face him and pinch the bridge of his nose, making his face cringe.

"Stop that!" he orders in a playful manner, making me want to tease him more.

"Make me!" I stick my tongue out at him, making him smirk.

"I would so kiss you to make you shut up right now." he blurts out. "Too bad I can't, cause of your cold!"

Once again, his words lead me to blush. Will this handsome 21 year old ever stop teasing me? He seriously makes me feel like I'm some almighty goddess, or something.

"Wanna hear a song, love?" he questions.

"You always ask that, and I always say yes. Come on, Harry! Why wouldn't I wanna hear your beautiful voice?"

"It's not that beautiful." he admits. "But I'll still sing for you, if it makes you happy."

"It will," I giggle. "Now, sing, please."