Mistakes (Harry Styles & Lottie Tomlinson Love Story)

Chapter 13

The last chapter was not the end! And the story will not be ending for a long while, I just have trouble updating for various reasons. I hope you guys are dedicated enough to have to be patient a little bit. I hope you guys enjoy!!! (:

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4 o'clock am later that night

I'm awaken fully after a group of profuse taps on my shoulder. My body just wants to sink into my rocking chair that's in the corner of Harry's hospital room. I've resorted to sleeping there because Harry's nurse found out about him sleeping on the ground. I really wish the nurses would just let me sleep when they are doing routine checks on Harry at night. Good thing he only has a week left here, I don't even know why he is still here. He's physically perfect, except for his memory.

I let my eyes flutter open and surprisingly I see Harry bending over to face me, with his left hand inbetween his knees and his right hand above my shoulder. He smiles when I see him. What on earth is he doing?

I scoot up in my chair, rub my eyes, then swallow. Harry chuckles deeply and smiles and lets his hand retreat to his side, but he still remains hunched over. I look him in the eyes when he breaks contact by leaning into my ear. The few moments before he speaks I recognise the utter silence of the room. I hear grasshoppers and ticks from the clock, then Harry and my breath, but that's all. What time is it?

He whispers faintly, "Erm, I can't really sleep, will you lay in my bed with me?" He pulls away from me quickly and a hint of shock makes his eyebrows twitch, but he soon reassures himself with a nod and looks towards me for my answer.

My eyelids droop but I still nod my head "yes."

He stands up and holds out his hand to me. I uncross my legs and take his hand while he leads me to his bed. Does he really assume that we can both squeeze into his twin hospital bed and sleep comfortably? He's wearing no shirt and plaid boxers, may I add.

We reach the bed with trial and error of feeling our surroundings in the darkness. I hear a shuffle of his bed sheets and his hand takes mine and I file in right after him. His warm chest is against my back, and he entangles his legs with mine. It's just how Harry has always been, a big cuddler. His face is warm and his cheek is heating my neck. I feel his hot breath hit the hairs on my neck and it makes me shiver. He puts his arm on my waist and rests it there.

After a few minutes of listening to him breathe I clear my throat nervously, "Do you snore?" The answer doesn't even matter because I'm a heavy sleeper, I just want to strike a conversation, or maybe I don't know, maybe I just want to hear his voice.

No answer. I just automatically assume he's sleeping but then he whispers into my ear, "Yes, very loudly in fact."

"Will you turn around?" he says even more hushed than before.

I glance up to the cieling which I can't even makeout, and slowly turn to the inside of the bed to face him. Our heads lay adjacent to each other and our eyes are level. We share the one pillow on the bed and he lays only a few inches away from me, but his arm is still rested on my hip.

He moves his eyes from mine to my nose and smiles, then looks back up to my eyes. I sit there very awkwardly, knowing I can't really respond ba-- "I really like you." He said kind of biting his lip anxiously, never breaking eye contact.

He scoots in a bit closer and touches his forehead to my forehead and he brings his hand from my waist to my back, then closes his eyes. We lay there for a while. I feel ridiculous because I'm not supposed to mess with his feelings right now and I hate I can't explain that. He smirks and scoffs through his nose and pulls away from me to lay flat on his back and stare above.