Unpredictable Love

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Karleigh's POV

An aching soreness is tingling throughout my body as I lay quite still on my stomach. I can no longer sleep, but I don't want to be awake yet so I'll just lay here until Harry gets up.

Memories from last night flood my mind and I smile to myself at the intimacy. Harry's touch, so gentle and loving. I peek over at him, before quickly shutting my eyes again. He looks so beautiful laying bare chested beside me, my heart feels as if it could explode. The strong feelings I have for him is enough to crush my tiny form. It hurts to love him so much, for the first time since my dad died, I'm content.

But it's also scary, by giving the key to my happiness to Harry, he could easily break my heart with just a few simple words. As worry starts to consume me, I feel Harry's fingers trailing down my exposed spine. I can't help but smile, giving away my consciousness and Harry chuckles lightly.

"Easy tiger." I grin at him as I peel my eyes open. He flashes me his dimpled grin and my heart warms. From the corner of my eye I notice a deep purple bruise on the underside of Harry's bicep.

My hand reaches out towards it and I trace the bruise with a wrinkle of concern on my forehead. "Where did this come from?" I ask.

"Nowhere." Harry shrugs.

"Well it had to have come from somewhere." I frown, "Did I somehow do this?" I wonder aloud, and Harry chuckles.

"No Karleigh, you didn't do that, now relax please." He smiles at me and I relax some and smile back.

"How are you feeling?" He asks. "Sooore, thanks a lot." I tell him with a sarcastic smirk. He pouts and leans closer to me, "Sorry." He murmurs as he presses his lips to my neck.

"Would you like breakfast?" He kindly offers and I smile and nod. He stands from the bed, only in his boxers and I bite my lip as I watch him pad cross the room to get himself some clothes. When I lean forward, I grip the sheets to my chest remembering that I'm completely naked.

"Babe, can I get a shirt?" I call out to him. A green shirt is tossed over his shoulder and lands promptly in my lap. I slide it on over my head and drape my legs over the side of the bed to stand up. As soon as my feet touch the floor, supporting the weight of my body, my knees buckle and I fall back onto the bed.

Harry burst into laughter and I roll my eyes at him. Second attempt to stand goes fairly better, and I follow behind Harry downstairs to the kitchen. Walking down the stairs was quite the challenge, but I gripped the railings to support myself.

I take a seat at Harry's small dining room table as Harry starts cooking up some eggs and bacon in the kitchen. My eyes follow his silhouette around the kitchen, watching in awe as he cooks a delicious breakfast. Harry comes over to my chair and places his hands on my thighs.

"How were those stairs?" He teases and I fight back a smile, pressing my lips into a thin line. The harder that Harry laughs, the harder it is for me to fight my smile. He pokes my bottom lip and I smile widely at him, joining in on his laughter.

The front door swings open and both of our laughter fades and my head snaps to the doorway. A messy haired Niall steps inside the house and I feel Harry's body tense. Niall's head flicks up in our direction, but he doesn't look at Harry, only me.

"Nice seeing you again, Karleigh." He smugly calls out to me. I don't reply, but Harry is shooting daggers at Niall with his eyes. Niall doesn't say another word as he walks up the stairs to his room.

Harry's breathing is heavy and rub his shoulder. "Calm down, it's fine." I tell him.

"No it's not." He snaps at me, and I don't say anything else. Harry's phone rings from upstairs and he lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Can you answer that for me?" He kindly asks and I nod as I climb the stairs that currently feel like Mount Everest.

As I push the door open into his room, the phone is still ringing. I quickly answer the call and place the phone against my cheek.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hi this is Dr. Martin, is Harry around?" The kind gentleman on the other end of the line requests.

"I'm sorry, he's currently busy, could I take a message?" I attempt to help.

"Yes, tell him Dr. Martin from DCTC called." He asks.

"Pardon? DCTC?" Confusion rushes through me.

"Yes, Dallas Cancer Treatment Center, thank you so much." Dr. Martin signs off before hanging up. Harry's phone drops from my hand to the floor and millions of thoughts are racing through my mind.

I pick the phone up from the floor and set it on his nightstand and slowly walk back downstairs. Harry is making plates of food as I enter the kitchen.

"Who was it?" He asks casually.

"Who was who?"

"The person who called?" He reminds me.

"Oh, uh, it was your Mom, Anne." I lie, but Harry seems to buy it.

"Go figure, she's always calling me." He chuckles and hands me a plate with bacon and scrambled eggs on it. With my plate in hand I sit down at the table and start eating my food. I can't even seem to concentrate on the taste of the food, all I can think about is what the doctor on the phone said.

"Something wrong?" Harry asks me, as he sits down beside me at the table. I look up from my food and shake my head.

"No, the food is great." I say and give him a weak smile. We continue to eat our food, when I hear Niall's bedroom door open. Just as I had predicted, Niall comes bounding down the stairs headed straight towards the front door. Before he exits the house he looks over at me.

"Karleigh I'm surprised you're here considering how much interest you've taken to Marcus lately." He chuckles menacingly and leaves out of the door. I'm frozen, I turn to Harry and he's glaring at the table, his hands trembling slightly.

"Harry--" I start to say but he holds his hand up silencing me.

"I already know." He states and my eyes widen. Zayn told him, I know he did.

"How?" I squeak and Harry look up at me.

"Zayn called and told me he saw the two of you together getting ice cream." His voice is upset, and harsh.

"We we're just hanging out as friends..." My voice fades.

"If it was no big deal then why didn't you tell me?" He sounds as if he's a accusing me.

"Well, I-I just, I was going to." I stammer and Harry shrugs.

"Exactly." His one word makes me furor my eyebrows.

"You're not as innocent as you claim to be either." I coolly respond.

Harry's hazel eyes look at me, confusion is obvious on his features.

"Dr. Martin called, you know, from Dallas Cancer Treatment Center." I hint.

All the color in Harry's face washes away and he looks as if he could vomit any minute.

"What's going on?" I worriedly question him. Harry gulps and his eyes flicker away from me. "Karleigh, I've got to tell you something."