Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Three - Better That We Break

I never knew perfection til I heard you speak and now it kills me,

Just to hear you say the simple things. 

Now waking up is hard to do, sleeping's impossible too,

Everything's reminding me of you,

What can I do?

- "Better That We Break", Maroon 5

....

"Ali." His voice cracked. "Stay."

My insides were still sparkling at the fact that he was awake, that he was awake and watching me. I shuffled back over, sitting down next to Harry's bed. 

"How are you feeling?" I mumbled. 

His eyes clouded over. I'd been thinking of those jade irises since last night. "So much better." He groaned softly. "The last thing I remember...was seeing you and Louis over me. That's the first time I've ever seen Louis cry like that."

His voice sounded much raspier and lower than usual. I bit my lower lip. Of course, I was overjoyed at the fact Harry was alive. But...

"Have you heard anything from Malik?" he muttered. 

I cringed at the mention of his name. "No. I know the cops were after him last night, though...Niall told me."

"That guy?" Harry tried to sit up, but hissed and slid back down into the pillows. "Ow. Fuck."

"Take it easy, Harry," I snapped. 

He looked at me, mildly surprised, then nodded slowly. "You okay?" he asked me. 

"You're asking if I'm okay and you're the one in the hospital bed?"

He snorted, rolling his eyes. "Just answer my question."

I bit my lip. "I'm all right."

"You know how bad of a liar you are."

"I was worried sick about you." I stared down at the floor. 

"I'd imagine so." He turned to stare up at the ceiling. The only noise was the constant beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor. 

"H-Harry?"

"Yeah."

"We need to...discuss some things." Here we go.

He stared at me curiously. "Like?"

"The...the future of our...relationship."

Harry blinked, still looking confused. "Once I get out of all these wires and shit, I can come over and get my hands on you, like usual." He shrugged one shoulder, then cursed under his breath. "Damnit." 

"Harry, you were shot because of me," I whispered. 

"It wasn't because of you." He narrowed his eyes. "What's gotten into you?"

"Reality, Harry," I replied. "I thought a lot about...about the danger I put you in, and - "