The List

36. Finished

36. Finished

"I finished it," I shout hoarsely at Connor, who was snuggled in my bed, clearly forgetting that my voice had nearly gone due to yesterday's events (and no, get your minds out of the gutter).

It was the morning after the day I met Ed Sheeran. And I had just remembered that I had fully completed my bucket list. I had done it, finished everything I wanted to ever do.

"It's too early," he mumbles from under the covers.

"Morning to you too," I comment sarcastically.

"Morning M&M, but please get back in bed, it's too early," he complains.

"But I've finished my bucket list," I pout.

"Well done babe, I'm so proud of you, you know that. Can we please celebrate later though?"

"Fine," I say.

"Where are you going," he says, hearing me leave, "Come here," he says, reaching his arm out of the bed.

Reluctantly I walk back towards him, getting into bed and immediately feel Connor's body heat radiating. I snuggle into him, as he wraps his arms round me, and kisses my forehead.

A few minutes later I complain about having a headache, it was worse than any of the headaches I had had before. I couldn't even think straight and my vision had blurred completely.

This time, Connor sits up, "Em, are you alright?"

"My head hurts," I say, keeping my eyes closed, as it hurts when I open them.

He's about to shout to Harry when he realises that it'll only make my head hurt more, so he gets out of bed and comes back up a few seconds later with water and some painkillers, prescribed by the doctor.

I take them in one, putting the glass of water on my bedside table. Connor plumps my cushions, and I lie back down, my head throbbing.

Along with the tablets, Connor had also brought up an ice pack, which now rests on my forehead wrapped in a tea towel so it wasn't too cold.

"Get some rest," Connor says, tucking me into bed, kissing my cheek.

"Stay," I whisper, wincing slightly, my own voice hurting my head.

Connor smiles, getting in beside me, without another word. He pulls me towards him, rubbing soothing small circles where his arm rests on my lower back.

And before I know it I'm asleep again.

*

When I wake up, it's about midday. Connor is no longer beside me, but I can hear quiet chatter from downstairs, and the smell of cooked food.

My headache is much better, and is now a dulling pain. And I seem to be in high spirits again.

I get up, and go into the bathroom to have a quick shower and brush my teeth. When I'm done, I go back to my room and throw on a sweatshirt and leggings.

When I go downstairs, I see Harry and Connor, talking whilst eating a late breakfast.

"Morning, feeling better," Harry asks.

"Mornin', a little," I say, grabbing a glass and pouring some water from the tap.

"We made breakfast and were gonna wait for you, but we got hungry," Connor says sheepishly, "We made enough for you too though," he adds.

I roll my eyes at their typically boyish behaviour. I grab a plate and sit next to Connor, who was seated opposite from Harry.

In front of me, there was a stack of pancakes and a variety of fillings and toppings for them, and then there was a plate of toast and some cereals.