Getting You Back

Chapter Thirty-Six: Reunited

   Luca steps out of the room with his phone in his hand. He leaves without a nod or a smile. I look pass my dad's shoulder, watching him closely through the window of my hospital room. Luca never looks back, he simply gets into the elevator, and leaves the floor. When he vanishes behind the steel doors, I put my eyes back on my family. My parents keep looking at me from the corner of their eyes as they whisper to each other. Alex is leaning against the wall with Elliot and I know for sure my two older brother's eyes are focused on me. My eyes only stay on them for a few second then they go back and I watch the door. I watch the door, waiting for the moment it opens and I have the chance to see him. I watch the door and wait for the one person who I have missed for so long now. I am waiting to see those heavenly green eyes and sweet dimples. The thought of Harry's green eyes causes the heart monitor to set off again with my racing heart. My mom looks over her shoulder then glares at me. She folds her arms across her chest and gives the look I have feared my whole life.
"Calm down sweetheart." She sighs out to me. Her intense glares softens and her arms drop to her side. "You'll make yourself go into overdrive." I nod my head then begin to take in deep breathes so that I can calm myself down. Rather than looking at my brothers, I am focused on the door again. Only five minutes have passed and it feels as though it has been years since Luca walked out. He could be any where in this building. He could be right down the hall or walking into the hospital. We could be so close yet so far away at the same time. Mom places herself in my line of sight and in front of the door so my attention is on her. She cups my cheek in her hands then caresses it with her thumb.
"I would say you look pale but you have been that way for the past two weeks." I feel my heart stop and myself go cold when I hear the end of her sentence. Two weeks?! What feels like a few days to me is actually two weeks of fear and anxiety. That is two weeks of missing school, of missing assignments, and of me getting behind on all my work. Two weeks of causing the ones I love the most pain.
"Don't worry." Mom places her hand on top of mine comfortingly. " Don't worry, you're awake now. You're here with us. And I have talked to the school and they are giving you two weeks excused. You have nothing to..." My mom stops mid-sentence and her eyes shift from me to the door. I follow the direction of her eyes towards the door. You know how in the movies when a person sees the one they are meant to be with everything sort of stops and they get tunnel vision. Everything in me stops for a second. My heart stills for a moment, my breath gets stuck in my throat, and my vision becomes tunnel vision. We are in a room with other people but the only thing I see is him. Standing there with red, flushed cheeks and wind blown hair is my Harry. His eyes are locked on me, resting only on my face. Right when I connect my eyes with his his entire body relaxes and his chest goes up and down with his sigh of relief.
"Baby." He sighs in a deep, tear thickened voice. With this one word every worry I had a few minutes ago goes out the door and the reality of what could of happened hits me. That taxi could of ended my life, there could be a chance that I wouldn't be here right now, that I could of left him all alone in this world. The emotions and tears I have held in for so long finally break through. Tears fall down my face and I place my hands over my face and I begin to sob. I sob for what happened, how it happened, what could of happen, and everything else I have pent up inside me. I cry for the moments in my life where he wasn't there, the moments in his life when I wasn't there. My bed dips down with added weight being pressed on it. My hands get pulled away from my face. The first thing my eyes connect with are pretty green ones. With my hand in his, Harry laces his fingers with mine then brings up our connect hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. Then wordlessly, Harry bends down and wraps me in his arms.For a second I freeze, shocked yet comforted by his touch. I have been deprived of this small piece of heaven for so long that I have almost forgotten what it feels like to be here. When his chest presses against mine, I melt into him and I wrap my arms around his neck.
This is home, this is where I belong. 
I am home, I am protected, I am where I am meant to be. Harry sighs into my neck and his fingers begin to caress the skin of my back through the small openings of my hospital gown. Suddenly, I become intoxicated with everything that is Harry. The smell of his hair, the feel of his skin, the soft sent of his cologne, and everything else that makes him, him. I bring my hand up and trace the only skin that is available to me, the nape of his neck. Gently, as if I could hurt him, I draw patterns into his skin with the tips of my fingers. When I finally feel his skin against mine a warm haze consumes me, it comes over me like a second skin. For once, in a very long time, I feel whole. I feel like myself rather than the shell of a person I was in his absence. I pull away from him slightly and look up at him. Right away his pretty green eyes are connected with mine because he is already looking down at me. Harry lowers his head and places his forehead on mine. Our noses brushes against each other causing smiles to break out across our faces. One small move, one little shake of my bed, our lips will press against each other. We don't speak just yet but we just bask in each other's presence and arms. Harry pulls me tighter against his chest causing our lips to slightly caress against each other. He cups my cheek in his hands and right as his skin touches mine the biggest smile breaks out across his face. He grips on to me tighter as if I am about to disappear in his arms.

"I've missed you so much my darling." With his soft pink lips, Harry begins to press kisses on my cheeks and all over my face. "Please, don't ever leave me. I can't do it without you." He begs me as his tears glass over his pretty green eyes. The way his green eyes beg, the way his voice quivers, and the way he grips on my jaw tells me that my absence and this accident has hurt him more than I thought. The words that were yelled at me didn't mean anything, they were meaningless words that came out in the heat of the moment. There is a purpose for us to be together and he sees that. I lean up as far as I can and I run my fingers through his soft curls. At the touch of my hand, Harry's eyes close and he hums in satisfaction. He presses a kiss to my wrist. At the feel of his lips, I become entranced by their fullness and softness against my skin. And I begin to miss them. For a very long time I have been deprived of his sweet lips and I cannot wait any longer. Sometimes it feels as though I have never known them to begin with. I grip on to the cold metal bar to the right of me then push myself up as slowly and carefully as possible.
"Baby, no..." Harry wraps his arms around me, allowing me to wrap him in my arms sitting up rather than laying down. He doesn't put me back down to my bed and lets I relax in his arms. I allow myself to melt in his embrace and let his warmth come over me. He turns his head slightly, allowing our foreheads to press together and for his lips to brush against mine. Ever so lightly, he brushes his lips against mine. At the feel of them, I feel the room begin to spin and it feels as though my body is weightless, as if I am made of goo. With the third caress I give in. As painful as it is, I lean up in my spot and I press my lips against his. One arm is wrapped around his neck while the hand of my other arm is gripped tight on to his jacket. Naturally, our lips together. Just like all those times before, he leaves me breathless and with a racing heart. But as our lips move all I want is more. More, I want more of him. More of his touch, his lips. I want more. His tongue traces my bottom lip, asking for permission. With a low moan, I give in to him. He pulls me tighter to his chest allowing me to hold on to him tighter. 
You're mine, all mine. The words repeat over and over in my mind. I've missed him, there is no denying it. Without him I have been walking on this earth in the dark. I missed the way he would hold me, the way he cuddled me close at night, the way he would kiss the tip of my nose and fingers. I even missed the way he said my name. I missed waking up to his phone calls at three in the morning just to hear my voice. I have missed him.
My lungs begin to tighten and my heart begins to go into overdrive causing the heart machine to ring out hazardously. I cup his cheek in my hand then push myself away from him. When we part I take in a deep inhale so that I can get air back into my lungs. The heart monitor silences as my heart begins to slow down. Though we have parted, Harry's lips don't leave my skin. His lips caress along my jaw, pepper sweet kisses into my skin. His eye lashes wisp across my cheek in butterfly kisses.
"I love you, Halle." He whispers in my ear. I feel his smile stretch across his face against my skin. I look up at him to find his pretty green eyes looking down at me already.
"I love you, baby. So much." I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Harry turns his head so that our lips can touch once again.

"Hals?" At the call of my name Harry and I both freeze then within a second Harry tenses in my arms and places a protective hand on my back. His arms tighten around me and every muscle in his body tenses. Harry's nostrils flare out while his jaw sets. His hands tremble against my back as his anger grows.
"Hals?"