Psycho {H.S.}

Twenty-six

Sometimes the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.
- Miss Missing You, Fall Out Boy

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Liam rushed into the room and demanded I stay away from Harry for a while. I want to, but I don't think that's possible. Harry said he felt warmth from me. Didn't his condition make that literally impossible?

I'm just utterly confused, sitting here alone in the living room. I can hear Harry moaning and groaning through these thin walls. Like he's in a lot of... Pain.

Liam finally walks out of Harrys room and directly towards me. I sit up straighter and breath. He stops near the kitchen door and lets out a sigh.

"There's been a change of plans. It's completely unexpected and it's going to change the course of... Virtually everything." He murmurs with a sigh of frustration.

I sit up, interested with where this is going. "Well, what is that supposed to mean. Don't sugarcoat it. I can handle it." I say and he looks into my eyes, almost like he's fighting an internal battle.

"I'm sure you know that Harry can clearly feel now. And that means temperature, pain, pleasure." Liam says the last bit under his breath, but I hear it. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and something stirs inside of me.

"H-how?" I force out, trying not to let my surprise get the best of me.

"Well," there's the battle in his eyes again. "It's just- the doctor says it's rare, but it does happen." His voice goes up in pitch towards the end and that's a clear sign that he's lying. This was a major part of my investigation studies. When people are lying, they usually look up and to the left or the pitch of their voice goes higher than usual.

If he won't tell me the truth, I'm sure someone else will let me know. Maybe Louis. I haven't talked to Louis in a long time, I haven't even seen him.

"Wow, that's incredible." I mutter with my best infatuated voice. He totally buys it.

"When can I see him?" Is my next immediate question.

"Maybe in another hour or so. He's in an extreme amount of pain. Given that he's feeling his body for the first time." Liam says and shakes his head.

"Just don't go in alright. Now I have something I've got to do. Stay put until you're told." He says and walks towards the door. He picks out keys from his pocket and opens the front door, leaving me alone in the house with Harry.

You're damn stupid if you think I'm going to sit around all day while I could just walk into Harrys room.

I stand from my spot on the couch and make my way towards Harrys room. I'm not sure if Louis or Niall are home, but it's dead silent if you don't count Harrys yells of agony. Maybe I could give him a massage? I don't know. But I want to help him.

I place my hand on the doorknob and slowly turn it, pushing the door open slightly. I immediately see Harry clutching his stomach on his bed, the covers pushed to the side and his face is twisted in pain.

"What in the bitch!" He yells and starts whining. The term makes me snort but I quickly cover my mouth, but his head shoots up.

"Ah! Chris! Come to me!" He says and groans at the end. I slowly approach him, watching my every step.

He reaches out and grabs my hand, squeezing it and I jump slightly. His face is pale and dull, no light shining behind his eyes.

"I have pain pills I could take. Can you grab them for me please?" He asks and gives me sad puppy dog eyes. I can't say no to that! Plus I want to help him feel better.

"Y-yes, of course."

"They're in my dresser drawer under some clothes." He says and I turn to look at the room. I see the dresser and walk to it, pulling open the top drawer.

"This one?" I ask and he nods.

I turn back around and start digging through the shirts until I get to the bottom. I see a plastic baggy sticking out and I pull it out. It contains two little circular white pills. They could be ibuprofen, though they aren't maroon colored.

I leave my suspicions behind and bring it towards Harry.

"Can you take them out and put it on my tongue, love?" The nickname sends shivers down my spine. I gently open up the bag and pull the two little pills out. Harry sits up in the bed and moves his body closer to mine. He brings his head extremely close to mine and sticks his tongue out towards me. I gulp and place the two pills on his tongue. I'm not sure if he mean to, but the tip of his tongue licks my finger as I pull it away.

I look down quickly to put the bag away but I feel something on the back of my head and I gasp when I'm being pulled towards Harry. I feel my lips collide with his and I go to push him off, but his hand squeezes the side of my stomach and my mouth opens in another gasp.

He uses his tongue to push one of the pills into my mouth. I'm confused at first and I pull away. He has a smirk plastered on his face and the pill starts fizzing in my mouth.

"Swallow it." He says with a deep voice and I involuntarily swallow the pill. I don't know why I do it, it just feels right at the moment. Plus it's seeming to make Harry feel better if I do as he says. Although I don't know why I need ibuprofen when he is the one in pain.

He lays back down on the bed, content and pats the spot beside him. I walk to the other side of the bed and plop down next to him. My stomach starts feeling a little different. I have extreme butterflies and I close my eyes tightly before opening them again. They get more blurry each time.

"Welcome to my world." I hear Harry say and he chuckles.

A/N:

OHHHHHHHH sorry for the late update.

I'm getting surgery tomorrow!

Okay ily guys bye!