We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Forever Isn't A Long Time

"Okay," I say. The doctor turns to leave, but I grab his hand, making him turn around. "Please don't share this with anyone. I would like my reports to be confidential. Especially, not with Harry."
"What are you not sharing with me?" Harry says, entering the room. I look at the doctor. Subtly, he nods his head.
"T-That, she can't attend work for a few weeks." The doctor says, hastily. "Her wrists are in a horrible condition and she's lost a lot of blood. It'll take her a few weeks, in order to gain her energy back."
"Thank you for telling me." Harry says, smiling. He shakes the doctor's hand and once the doctor leaves the room, Harry rushes to my side.
"Hi, Harry," I say. I don't know what to expect from him. Without thinking twice about my decision, I sliced my wrists and now I'm suffering the consequences. They hurt so much, and I have to stay away from work for a few weeks. Sucks!
"What the heck were you thinking?!" Harry exclaims, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Don't you care about Darcy and me at all?" I look at him sheepishly.
"I'm sorry." I apologize, smiling at him sheepishly.
"Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it." I nod my head, and a flaring pain shoots through it. I groan, clutching my head in my hands.
"Mus! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't scold you, don't worry. Just, don't get sick. Please." Harry's voice is filled with urgency and concern. I smile at him, the pain subsiding.
"I'm fine. Thanks a bunch for not showering your wrath upon me." I say, smiling. Harry shakes his head and leans down to kiss me. Our lips mold together perfectly. I hear the door opening, but I don't care and neither does Harry, as he doesn't pull back. Someone clears their throat, and that's when I break our kiss. I look behind Harry to see Louis, standing near the door with a bouquet.
"Welcome back Mus!" Louis exclaims, walking toward me. He hands me the bouquet and I take it, smiling.
"Where'd I go?" I ask him, laughing. Louis shrugs his shoulders, pulling up a stool.
"Usually, when people come back from the emergency room, they always say they've seen God or some Divine Being. Did you?" Louis wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh even harder.
"No. I guess I'm a sinner." Harry shakes his head, pouting.
"You're an angel," Harry says. I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. Gosh, it's been so long since I've blushed.
"Geez, guys! You've been in this relationship for so long, and you still act like newly married couples." Louis says, chuckling.
"She makes everyday better and better for me." Wow, Harry's in a romantic mood.
"Calm down, Romeo." I laugh, as Harry takes my hand in his and draws circles on it. It's so calming; the feeling of his fingers on my hand.
"Darcy, Liam, and Niall are on their way." Louis says, interrupting the peaceful silence. Shit, Darcy! She's going to lecture me till tomorrow morning. I smile at the thought.
"What's going on in your mind?" Harry asks me.
"The thought of Darcy lecturing me until tomorrow." I reply, smiling. Harry chuckles.
"She's just like me, isn't she?" I nod my head.
"That's not a good thing, Hazza." Louis says, making Harry flip him off. I push myself up with the help of my elbows. The doctor has said that I can't apply pressure on my wrists, otherwise the stitches will open.
"Don't you dare try something like this again, okay?" Harry says, taking my wrists into his hands gently.
"Okay," I assure him. Harry smiles, kissing my forehead. Should I tell him? No, I can't. It'll ruin everything. I hope the doctor listens to me, and I hope he doesn't hand over my reports to Harry.
"Mamma!" Darcy yells, barging into the room. She runs toward me and crashes into me like a bulldozer.
"Darcy, gently." Harry scolds, even though he's chuckling.
"How could you?!" Darcy says, placing her hands on her hips. "You've always told me that suicide isn't the solution to any problem, and here you are."
"Exactly! Instead of getting a release, I'm stuck in a hospital, with bland food, and sore wrists." I say, holding my wrists up. Darcy looks at them, and shakes her head, disappointed.
"Darcy, we'll let mamma rest for now, and once she's better we'll give her a sound scolding," Harry says. Darcy thinks about that for a few seconds and then she nods her head.
"You're right!" Darcy looks around the room, finding a place to sit. The boys have occupied the couch, and Louis' on the stool.
"Darcy, come sit on my lap." Harry says, patting his lap. Hesitantly, Darcy climbs on his lap. I look over at Louis, and mouth 'photo.' Harry wraps his arms around Darcy and she begins to play with his rings, and tattoos. Subtly, Louis snaps the photo. These are the moments that I want to capture, and save.
"Louis, can you get me a scrapbook or a diary from the gift shop downstairs?" I ask him.
"Why?" He asks me, confused.
"Please." I tilt my head slightly, joining my hands together. Laughing, Louis gets up and nods his head.
"Whatever you wish, ma'am." Louis says, before exiting the room.
"So you two are back together?" Darcy says, after a minute or so.
"Yeah," I say. I look up at Harry and he nods his head, agreeing with my statement.
"For sure? Like, forever?"
"Forever." I smile at the thought. Forever isn't a long time, though. Let's make the best of it.