Light Me Up [H.S]

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First kiss - "I love you". Second kiss - "I love you". Third kiss - "I love you". I can hear her, I can feel her. It's like I'm stuck under water, impossibly close to the surface, but unable to break through. I want to call out to her, make her pull me out, but I have lost all control of my body and voice.

First kiss - "I love you". Second kiss - "I love you". Third kiss - "I love you". She makes me so happy. She makes me smile. I love her so much and I hope she knows that. I hope she knows I'm here, right under the surface, twisting and turning to get back to her.

Her fingers in my hair make me want to sigh with contentment. I love when she touches me, it brings so much pleasure. Not that I am in pain, I don't feel anything. It's dark most of the time, pitch black like a heavy fog enveloping me and keeping me locked down. Or like being zipped into a body bag, fitting snugly around your body, holding you still and shutting you out from the real world. But then there are small flickers of light. One kiss - "I love you". Second kiss - "I love you". Third kiss - "I love you". Peyton, my light.

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Bridget gasped when Harry smiled after I kissed him. She looked at Morgan and shook her head. "I can't believe it! Surely that must mean he's still here?" She turned to look at Morgan and Tommy for confirmation.

Tommy and Morgan nodded in unison. Bridget looked back at Harry and then at me. "I think he can hear you," she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Could you tell him I was here? That I love him and want him to come back to us? Maybe tell him he's going to be upset with his father when he wakes, but it's just because Alastair loves him and wants what's best for him." She looked pleadingly at me. I nodded slowly, even though my stomach was turning. Alastair very clearly didn't think I was what was best for Harry, which he made very clear.

Morgan walked Bridget out and they had barely left the room before I heard Morgan's voice coming out in a hiss. "You tell dad, that if he even tries to keep them apart, I will make sure he is denied access to this place."
I locked eyes with Tommy and we both held back a snigger. Morgan was a badass, no one could deny that.

Tommy came closer and stood on the opposite side of Harry's bed. He prepared a small basin with water, soaking a cloth and wringing the water out of it. He looked up at me and offered it to me. "Would you like to wash his wounds?"