Dark Song (Mature HS)

23

"This is ridiculous," I groan, the cast hurting me. My dad and mom stay with me during the day, everything hurting.

"I know you must be feeling irritated but we need you to rest," dad says, my lips releasing a sigh. "It probably didn't help Harry slept next to you."

I purse my lips. "For the last time, he explained himself to me. He was crying, dad. He doesn't cry," I try, but he shakes his head.

"He hurt you and I'll never forget that," he says, a sigh leaving my lips.

My mom gets up to get some food and Harry nearly collides with her, her lips curving up at him. His hair is wet from the rain and I smile, his lips curving over at me.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, walking towards me.

"I'm sore," I say, his hand grabbing mine.

"Did you have your medicine? Anything to eat?" he questions, my head nodding.

"My mom's getting me some food," I explain, his head leaning closer. A kiss is placed on my cheek and my father stands up, Harry looking at him.

"A word, Harry?" he states, Harry only nodding his head. He kisses my fingers before letting go and walks out of the room, my heart pounding with anticipation.

They are in a sight but I can't really hear what is being said, only that it's clearly a dispute. It goes on for five minutes before Harry enters my room again.

He kisses my cheek and sits down, my hand moving to his chin. "What did you say to him?" I ask, his eyes meeting mine.

"I reiterated what I said yesterday," he says, my thumb brushing away an eyelash.

"I was regretful. I need to make that clear. All I want is to make sure you know more than anyone just how much I love you," he says, my heart fluttering. He's said the phrase so much in the past two days and every time makes me so happy.

"How much?" I grin, his lips releasing a chuckle.

He leans his body up and he kisses me, my hand holding his cheek. I love him too.

"I want to stay with you for the rest of my life. That's how much," he tells me, my lips curving. He kneels on the bed and starts kissing my neck, making my smile grow.

"I love you," I smile, his wet hair tickling my cheeks.

"I'm going to stay here for you," he tells me, my lips pressing to his again.

"Never let you go," he whispers on my lips, my lips continuing to kiss his. His lips are so soft and I hook my hand onto his neck, keeping him kissing me.

We're forced to part at a knock on the door, his body moving into a chair.

"I know this is gonna suck but we need to wash you up," the doctor says, Harry immediately up.

"No, no. Don't even think about it," Harry says, my hand grabbing his.

"Harry, you can stay here. It's okay," I tell him, his hand tightly holding mine.

He sighs and the gown is moved off, Harry helping the doctor clean my sore, bruised body. My leg is moved back onto the bed and I wince at the pain, Harry forcing me to look at him.

"Get her more medicine," Harry states, but I shake my head. I can't move quickly.

"She has an IV pumping pain medicine into her body. The oxygen aids her breathing. She'll be okay," the doctor says, Harry kissing my forehead.

Once I'm clean, the doctor leaves and my mom comes in with food. But I'm surprised when Harry lays down next to me, my arm hooking around his neck. He kisses my cheek and I keep him close, the proximity close.