Please Forgive Me

Chapter 7: Take You Out, My Love

It was about three or four days later. I actually had forgotten how long, even as much as I hated hospitals, Harry was by my side the entire time. Making me smile, laugh, and just having a grand time. I was starting to eat regularly and I drank like a fish. Occasionally coffee, but mainly tea. Harry had requested that I drink water as well, even as much as I disliked it. He said that water is about seventy percent of my bodily fluids, so keeping myself hydrated was a must. I just grinned cheekily and drank what was offered. Later on we searched movies on Netflix. Mostly Disney movies, considering how much of a fan I am. We couldn't seem to decide though, it was either Lady and the Tramp or The Lion King. I really throughly enjoyed them both. Harry traces his fingers through my feathery brown hair and smiles. I love how gentle he is towards me. It makes me feel worthy and loved.
"Whatever you want to watch, kitten." He smiles even bigger. "I love them both the same." I grin so big that my cheeks start to hurt, Harry must've seen my expression because he is smiling just as big if not bigger. I can feel my laugh wrinkles appear just below my eyes, this is Harry's biggest weakness. "Hurry up and choose Lou." He giggles, happy tears forming in his eyes.
"I...I want to watch The Lion King...Hazzy." I'm hesitant I know, only because I always want to watch that. I could recite it myself if I wanted to. "The Lion King is my favoritest movie, Hazzy!" I whine like a four-year-old. Harry only chuckles, clicking on the movie for us to watch. He is so considerate of my feelings. I could just cry happy tears. "Thank you, Hazzy." He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead and I lean in afterwards, wanting to be snuggled by him forever.

Harry's P.O.V
It was a few hours later, the movie had just ended, and Louis was fast asleep on my shoulder. His little eyelashes were gently closed shielding his baby blues from my sight. His thin pink lips were gently open, causing soft snores to come out. The cutest of all would be his gentle and easy breathing sounds. He was so beautiful and cute. Amazing yet entertaining. I love him so much, with everything about myself. Living without him is out of the question. Especially after the split we had for so long, even now I can't help but tear up.
I smile as I watch him curl into my chest, it's almost as if he is a real kitten. He has the personality of one, at least I think so. I'm in the middle of tracing my fingers through his hair when the doctor walks in. He has a simple grin on his face and a piece of paper in his hand. Was that the release papers? I sure was hoping so.

"Hello Mr. Styles." He whispers, noticing my sleeping angel. He grins while chuckling, his eyes distracted by our cute little scene before him. "Mr. St-Styles...can we talk in the hallway?" He asks slowly, hesitant would be a better word. "I promise you can come right back.
I nod my head gently setting Louis on his pillow. I'm soon walking out the door and into the hallway, there I see a doctor and two nurse. I'm not really focused on their features, I honestly just want results.
"Mr. Styles... you're brother has made quite the recovery." He's eating regularly and he drinks.... like well...like..."
"A fish." I smile cheekily, trying to joke around.
He laughs a little before handing me the peice of paper.
"If you just sign here your brother can be released."
I sign my name, Harry Edward Styles, in cursive. He takes the paper and smiles. When I get back into the room I'm busting in a fit of giggles.
Louis begins to stir awake rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." I greet cheekily, walking over with a grin on my face. He smiles back and puts his arms out, waiting for a cuddle I presume.
"Hazza, I wanna cuddle." Louis whines, his expression looks like a scared four-year-old. "Please cuddle with me."
I giggle lightly before walking to his bed. He doesn't even have the need to go home. He just wants to be with me.
"How would you like to go to my house?" I question happily. "The doctor said you're free to go now."
He looks at me with eager happy eyes, almost as if he has won the lottery.
"Want you to carry me, Hazzy." I can't walk all on my own." I don't wanna walk all by myself."
I nod slowly, as I walk over to gently pick him up. I lift him up in my arms and feel him easily curl into them. I feel him sigh in content, all I could do was smile and kiss his light feathery brown hair.