Tortured Love (One direction Fanfic)

Chapter 12

I woke up with a splitting headache. I put my fingers to my temple, groaning.  

"By that noise we heard last night, I'm guessing you got a massive head ache right about now" Harry murmured. I looked around, no one was here but Harry.  

"Yeah it hurts, along with anything else" I replied, laying back down and closing my eyes to block some of the light.  

Harry chuckled, "I know how you feel" 

"You any better today?" I asked.  

"I guess I'm on the mend. Liam is doing very well so if that's any indication..." He let the sentence trail off.  

"Your cuts are deeper and you got a lashing. You are worse than he is and it's going to take some time to heal" I said, "There's no way to speed things up" 

"But I just feel so useless. Everyone has to do everything for me" He replied sourly.  

"No body blames you, Harry. You are doing the best you can" I comforted, knowing exactly how he felt.  

I got up and shuffled to the bathroom.  

I looked horribly drained. The purple bags under my eyes matched the bruises around my neck. I could definitively see each individual finger on the bruise. My split lip was scabbing and the bruise around my eye was yellowing. My bruised ribs still seemed bad, black and purple looking, and the holes in my hand had scabbed over. My throat hurt, like I had been talking for hours. The cut on my forearm and palm were still sore. I splashed water on my face and dampened a cloth. I brought it out to Harry and put it on his forehead.  

He was still really pale and the bags under his eyes were similar to mine.  

I noticed Harry wince when he saw the bruises around my throat.

"You hungry?" I asked.  

"No, McKenna said you are on strict bed rest" Harry replied. I pouted.  

"So that implies being in bed" Harry hinted, nodding to the cott I spent the night in.  

"Okay, okay" I shuffled back and laid down in the bed.  

After a few minutes of silence I whined, "No wonder you want to get out of this bed so badly! This is already driving me nuts and its only been a few minutes" 

Harry chuckled, "At least the company has improved"  

"I visited you as often as I could" I argued.  

"Yes you did. Thank you" He replied.  

"How long do you suppose until I could get out of this bed?" Harry asked.  

I shrugged "Two or three days but you need to take it easy. You could pass out if you pushed yourself too hard"

Harry groaned and I laughed dryly.  

"At least I have you with me" He said.  

Without even thinking about it, I agreed. If I had to stay down here, I was glad it would be with Harry.  

*one week later* 

I had just stepped out of the shower and was wiping the steam off the mirror. The bruises were better, the cuts were healing, and the bags under my eyes were gone, well, mostly. All that bed rest had made sure of that. Harry was determined to get better so now he was up and about with little to no assistance. I would have to take the stitches out today.  

I clutched the towel tighter to myself and crept out of the bathroom.  

Being the idiot I was sometimes, I forgot to get some clothes to change into. I grabbed a plain, pastel purple t-shirt and a pair of comfortable, grey sweats.