It's a love/hate Relationship (sequel) After Amnesia

114. Dance moms

Caitlyn's P.O.V

"I will end your fucking life!" Michael yells chasing me around the house. He jumps over the couch tackling me but I squirm away-

"I would really like to see you try Clifford!" I run towards Mickey's room bursting through the door.

"LUKE HELP ME!" I say jumping on his back.

"MICKEY STOP HER!" Michael says running towards us.

"What the hell!?" Mickey laughs.

"Caitlyn took my hair dye and she WONT GIVE IT BACK!"

"I LIKE THAT COLOR I DONT WANT YOU TO CHANGE IT!"

"ITS MY LIFE CAY!!" Mickey tackled him to the ground sitting on him.

"What are you doing!?!? Your on my side!?!?" Michael yelledz

"No I'm not I like this hair color too!! Now hurry Caitlyn GO GO GO!!" Luke put me down as I ran to the bathroom.

"NO STOP!" He escaped as he grabbed the dye and ran to shut the bathroom door I Caitlyn jumped on his back grabbing it for myself once more.
I frisbee it to Luke who holds it Over his tall head so nobody could reach it.
Luke hands me the bowl as Mickey and him hold Michael back. In victory, I flushed the hair dye down the toilet.

"YOU SELFISH BITCH!!" He shouted.

"Purple hair was not for you Mike" he yelled in frustration locking himself in his room.

"Thanks for the help guys teehee"

"Yeah yeah, make us coffee" they said lugging over to their room. I prepared myself some coffee and Harry a nice cup of mint water. I walk into the room to see Harry's face red.

"Oh my God Harry are you okay!?"

"Yes I'm fine just please hand me those pills on my desk" I run over opening the bottle for him.

"Oh good you have water" he takes two pills and closes his eyes.

"What's wrong" I said a little scared.

"Nothing don't worry about"

"I am going to worry about it!" He gave me a look and sighed loudly.

"Harry tell me whats wrong right now. Are you pain?" He nodded.

"Can I see-"

"No I don't want you to see" I rolled my eyes at him, lifting his shirt to see there was a small patch of blood coming in from the top.

"Oh thank God" I exhaled in relief.

"What"

"The doctor told me this was gonna happen when you were almost done recovering" I said laying down relaxing.

"Wait I'm almost done recovering!" He smiled.

"Honestly Harry that's up to you when you feel that your better. " he smiled as he lay me down on his lap.

"Finally, all of this will be over" he stroked circles in my hair.

"Finally- and don't ever do that again. You don't know how scary that was I thought you were really hurt!"

"I'm sorry I just don't want you to worry. I already feel like I've imposed on your life.."

"Harry you could never impose on my life, you are my life" I blushed.

"That definitely makes me feel better"

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Harry was taking a nap while I was watching some dance moms. Back when Harry wasn't wounded he'd be yelling at the TV but now he's just peacefully resting. I feel so bad for my H, he has been laying there waiting to feel better for a month and a half now. He's gotten a lot better but I honestly don't know when he'll be safe to walk around. His wound is all parched up and it is around the time that he should be getting up from bed and walking but I'm too scared to let him try. I don't remember the last time Harry's seen the outside of our room and I'm hoping that in 2 weeks he'll be able to at least try. Taking care of Harry has been wonderful because he's so vulnerable and helpless and ice never felt so needed in my life. Part of me is gonna miss constantly being around him all day. But right now all I care about is him getting better.

"Knock knock, can I come in?" Luke says sneaking into the room.

"Hey L, where's Mickey?"

"What I can't be alone without her for once?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yeah she's walking caramel..how are you I miss you Cay we don't hang out anymore" he frowned.

"Well there's never anytime, I'm too scared that if I leave him something will happen to him.."

"I get it, I felt that way when Mickey would start her depressions."

"I just hate seeing like this"

"Well at least he's getting better, has he been checked?"

"Yeah he should be out of bed and onto crutches in two weeks!"

"That's good Cay, just remember to take it easy. Harry has always been stubborn and over himself"

"What do you mean?"

"He'll say he's fine even though he's not and hell force himself to do things he's not ready to do"

"Yup that sounds like him alright"

"But your doing a great job Cay, any other girl would've dropped him at his parents house and forgotten him. "

"Well I'm not just any other girl, I'm in love with him and I can't help it."

"I know the feeling.." He smiled to himself.

"Listen C if either one of you needs anything, you know I'm here for you"

"Thanks L" he kissed my cheek and walked out lightly closing the door.

I took this peaceful chance to just stare at Harry. He looks tired, pale and bags under his eyes. His hair is a tangled mess, he's sweating in a blue shirt with small rips in it and he's lightly shaking. I pull the cover over him lightly and brush some hair out of his face. I place and gentle kiss on his cheek and he smiled in his sleep.

"My sweet Harold" I smile to myself. While Niall watches him, I made him some warm oatmeal with bananas for when he wakes up. The doctor said he can eat Nutella so I added a bread spread with Nutella. When I come I see Harry awake and angrily staring at the TV.

"How. Dare. She. " I noticed when Niall left he turned the fan on.

"Is it too hot in here Hazza?"

"A little yeah." I turned the AC down but he was still sweating. He took off his little blue shirt as I handed him his dinner.

"Wow" I said staring at him.

"I know love I'm irresistible but I'm trying to be modest here!" He said smirking. But apart from his gorgeous bare skin exposed I was looking at the wound.

"Oh.." He said furrowing his eye brows.

"If it's too much for you I can cover it u-" I gently grazed my hand over it. In slight horror I just stared at it, I couldn't stop feeling it and felt a small tear drop down into my cheek. He took my hand and placed it over his heart. I felt it beat a little quicker when my hand was put over it. 

"Ignore that stupid wound..it doesn't matter anymore" he presses my hand on his chest.

"The heart beat your feeling..that does matter." He swallowed as his eyes grew slightly teary.

"So don't worry love, I'm still here" he held my hand as I stared at the wound feeling less scared.

"Your still here" I smiled.

"Yeah, and nothing and nobody will ever change that" he placed a kiss on my hand and winked at me.

"Come here" he pulled me into his chest as he caressed at my arms.

"Now tell me why that fat bitch doesn't put Chloe at the top"