Dark Song (Mature HS)

24

Harry and I are all over the news. The cancelled tour and the affection he's placing on me has his name spiraling out of control on social media. After spending three more weeks in the hospital, Harry taking me to his house. I'm on crutches now, my arm healed, so shattered leg is the only thing left to heal.

Of course, protectiveness is higher than ever. I can't go anywhere without Harry touching me in some way. He's short-tempered with everyone except me and my parents, his concern very high now that I have mobility back.

"I am carrying you," he says, my head shaking.

"I want to crutch," I state, his lips pursing. We're literally walking into the house and I want to move by myself for once.

"If I see you in a little pain, you're in my arms in an instant," he persists, my head nodding. I start to crutch into the house, my body managing just fine. But I'm taken into Harry's arms regardless and I frown at him.

"I have to carry you over the threshold, so don't give me that look," he says, my frown switching to a small grin. I kiss his cheek and look back on my crutches, his arms setting me on the couch.

The rest of the day he's taking care of me and I find myself completely in love with how he's helping me. I'm not asking for much but he's doing more than he needs to. He's washed my hair, made me lunch and dinner, and cuddled with me for numerous hours on the couch.

He carries me to the bedroom and helps me undress, his body leaving mine to get a shirt of his. When he gets back, I remove my bra and he puts the plaid shirt on. But he leans down, kissing my chest before buttoning the shirt. The touch was so simple that it made my heart pound and I cup his cheek, kissing him on his way back up.

"God I can't wait till I get you fully," he whispers against my lips, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"I have plans for that night," I smile, our lips staying together in our conversation. He kisses me and I feel through his curls, his hands on my waist.

His hand move down and cup my bottom, my laugh stifled in the kiss. I'm in just his shirt and my panties and he's taking it for granted. But I don't mind his wandering hands at all. I've gone too long without them.

Harry kisses my neck and I keep my fingers tangled in his hair, his rough skin feeling my thighs and bottom. I'm so in love with him, all feelings alive with his touch.

He helps me get to bed and I slowly move to get comfortable, Harry jumping on the bed beside me. My eyes look at him and he smiles, pulling the covers over us.

"You feeling okay or do I need to get you medicine?" he asks, my head shaking.

"I'm okay," I smile, his lips pressing to my cheek. I turn my head and he lays beside me, hugging me close.

"I love you," I tell him, his nose brushing mine.

"I love you too, angel," he says, my hand holding his as he stays beside me as I fall asleep.

We fall into a routine while I crutch around and the day I get my cast off is the day he begins his Asian part of the tour. I tell him, more demand him to go, and he finally listens. I insist I'll stay with Lena and his reluctance was extremely high.

When I get the cast off, I walk around for a while. There's a numbing pain but I get used to it, my father texting me the details on where Harry is.

I text Harry while I get to the airport, my driver stopping in the front. During my flight, I sleep and get ready to meet Harry. When we land in Tokyo, I get off the flight and make my way through customs.