Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty- Lust or Love?

      When I awoke with the throbbing ache in my head I felt lips pressed firmly against my hand. I looked down to see Harry sleeping. I smiled to myself. Harry was here with me. Now I didn't have anything to fear anymore. But then I felt a stabbing sensation in my abdomen. I winced gritting my teeth. Fuck, this hurts.

        Harry immediately woke up and looked up at me. "Gracie? Are you okay?" Damn, his voice was sexy when it was still sleepy.

        "Y-Yeah, I'm okay,"

        He smirked. "You're such a liar." Before I knew what he was doing he pressed his lips on my stomach and kissed my wounds. I gasped not expecting close contact like that.        

        "H-Harry,"

        He looked up at me smiling in amusement. "You're blushing,"

        My face got hotter. "No I'm not!"

        "I can see how red it's getting," His smirk turns into a soft smile as he pushes a piece of blonde hair from my face.

        "Shut up,"

        He laughs. "Oh, how I missed you."

        "How long have I been out?"

        "Three days."

        "Three days?!" I try to move, but I was punished by a stabbing sensation in my stomach. I grit my teeth to keep from crying out.

        "Idiot don't move," Harry frowns and keeps me still.

        "How long have you been here?"

        "The whole time,"

        "Did you even go to pee?"

        He chuckles softly again. "You have no idea how glad I am to have you back. Doctors mean nothing when they tell me you'll be okay. I was anxious for you to wake up and tell me yourself."

        I smile softly ."I'm okay,"

        He pierces his lips. "Funny, I forgot you were a bad liar so I don't believe you either."

        I smirk. "I thought you'd be glad to have a little piece and quiet."

        He shakes his head. "No. I thought you were as good as dead, Gracie. You have no idea how worried I was. We all thought we'd lose you."

        "Harry..." His green eyes were starting to bore into mine. When the others start to walk in Harry never takes his careful gaze off of me.

                                                                ******

        A couple days later I was released. The girls and the rest of the band wanted to tour them around England to inspire our new designs for the collection. I had to stay behind so Harry volunteered. The girls said they could go another time but I insisted they go and bring back pictures. So here I am standing in my bathroom glaring at myself in the mirror. My stomach was killing me, and the doctor was very strict about me changing my bandages every day. But this hurt so much I wasn't sure I could do it yet. Harry passed by me but then was quickly by my side.

        "You okay?"

        I nod. "I just need to change this bandage."

        "You want me to help?"