Undiscovered

5.

A few days have passed since mine and Harry's first date, a week and a half to be precise. We've met up a few times after the night he stayed, but mostly he has come to my apartment and we have had take away and a lazy night in. I really haven't been feeling too good, I think it might just be a bug, or a throat infection, my voice isn't sounding too pleasant.

I decide to make myself something for lunch as I walk into the kitchen. Sandwich sounds good. A buzz from my phone interrupts my thoughts as I walk into the living room to find it.

*Cinema tonight? I'll pick you up at 8."  Should of known that would be Harry. Cinema? Sounds like a good idea, as long as it isn't a horror.

*Don't get any idea's for taking me to a horror. I'll see you later.*

  *Wasn't even thinking of it. ;)* I can just imagine the smirk on his face right now.

We have spoken quite a bit since we met but I really haven't seen him in a few days and I'm starting to miss his accent, his sweet husky voice is just music to my ears and I feel like I haven't hear it in about a month. Oh gosh, I really am falling for this boy.    

It's 5 in the afternoon, I guess it's time to get myself ready so I'm looking decent for tonight. I go to my bedroom to change and pick a new outfit. As soon as I step out of my jeans, there's blood on them, but I'm not due on for another 2 weeks. This is freaking me out, I'm not supposed to have my period for another fortnight and it only seems like my period stopped last week. I'm kinda freaked out. Maybe I just haven't kept track of time. So, change of plan, time to jump in the shower to clean myself up a bit, I still have plenty of time.  

The shower is turned on to warm up before I jump in, as I finish getting undressed and put my hair into a bun to stop it from getting wet. As soon as I step in the shower and the water hits my skin the water starts to burn me, my skin is scorching hot and the water is freezing, this is the complete opposite to the shower I had last time. I'll have to go to the doctors next week to see what the hell is going on with me if this keeps happening. I doubt there is anything wrong, so I don't panic myself too much.

I open my eyes to find myself at the bottom of my shower, I'm lucky it is a shower and bath combined. What the hell happened? I must of just slipped, should I be more worried and confused about what just happened or is it weird that I'm so calm?

Oh well, I finish showering just as I hear my phone ringing in my bedroom, I jump out of the shower and quickly rush to my bedroom to get my phone but it stops ringing as soon as I try to answer it. Harry. Maybe he is calling to cancel? No, he wouldn't. Would he? I hope not, I'm looking forward to seeing him again. A knock from the door breaks me from my thoughts, who the hell could this be? I quickly grab my dressing gown and wrap it around me, it's better than having a towel wrapped around me. 

I rush to the door and open it before the knock starts again. It's Harry. What the hell is he doing here?  "Oh hi, Harry. Are you okay?" There seems to be worry and confusion in his eyes but, I don't really know, he looks... scared? Maybe something happened on his way over here? He takes a few seconds to calm down and then replies.

"Em, I rung you 7 times and text you, you didn't reply to any of them or ring me back, it's been 2 hours, I got worried." He really does look scared. 2 hours, really? Where the hell did the time go? It felt like I was in the shower for 20 minutes or less. Maybe I fell asleep before going in the shower? No. Surely I would of remembered falling asleep. Harry takes me from my thoughts as he stares at me, I can tell there is something that he wants to say. "Em, what is that on the side of your head? It looks like you've been hit?" Now I'm totally confused. What the hell is he on about?

"Harry, what are you talking about? I'm fine, I must of just lost track of time while I was in the shower, there's nothing on my head." I touch the side of my face and it instantly hurts me, not like a headache pain, but like broken skin pain, what the hell happened to me? The gasp I let out obviously makes Harry look more worried as he picks up on the fact that I'm completely oblivious to what is going on too. The look of worry is struck on Harry's face again as my breathing starts to get quicker and heavier. Okay, so now I'm freaking out when I really shouldn't be. Or should I be? Yea, you should be!! 

"Em, what the hell is going on? I am so worried, what happened?" Should I tell him the truth? Even though I don't completely know it myself? I swear I'm freaking out about something so much smaller than what I am making it out to be in my head. I invited Harry in and we both go into the living room before I tell him what happened. He looks so worried and my heart is aching that he is this worried about me, he shouldn't be. But he does have the right to be worried, what if I didn't wake up? Or he hadn't of come over? Anything could of happened to me.

I take a deep breath before I decide to figure out what I'm going to say. "Harry. I really don't know what went on and that is the honest truth. It felt like I was in the shower for about ten minutes while I was waiting for it to warm up. But I did wake up at the bottom of the bath, I don't know how it happened, I must of just slipped but I'm perfectly fine, I'll go and clean my head up now, I'll get ready and then we will go to the cinema, okay?" His face relaxes a bit but I can still see the confusion on his face, as if he doesn't believe that I don't know what happened. "Harry, you have nothing to worry about. I'm sorry for not answering the phone to you and I'm sorry I worried you like this, but I'm fine." He still doesn't look convinced. I sigh before he says anything back to me.

"Em, are you sure you're okay now? It makes it worse that you don't know what happened, anything could of happened to you and no one would of known. You must of collapsed and blanked out. What if you hadn't woken up? And I couldn't get in here to help you? I would be absolutely mortified if anything happened to you and I couldn't do anything to help you out." My heart warms at his words and to think he actually cares for me, but I assure him again that I'm okay and that I'll be fine. I decide to make us both a cup of tea to calm us both down while I go to my room to get changed and put some make up on.

I decide to go casual but classy with my outfit. I have black skinny jeans on, a white blouse and a blue blazer. I customize it with some earrings and a chunky necklace. I think I'm looking pretty decent for someone who collapsed and blanked out for two hours straight. I giggle at the thought, when in reality, I shouldn't be. I should be worrying the shit into myself but I just haven't got the time to think about myself, and I really don't want to. I feel perfectly fine and that's all that matters. I don't look ill and I certainly don't feel it, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm fine. And, quite frankly, I hate hospitals and doctors. It scares the shit into me to think that you could go into a hospital one day and never come. I shiver at the thought.

It doesn't take me too long to get ready, I just go over the waves in my hair, put some make up on and get changed, so 30 minutes was perfectly enough time. After I got changed Harry came in to keep me company so it wasn't too bad. Harry looks amazing tonight, but he always does, even with the look of worry on his face. It blows my mind how he can look so perfect even at the worst of times. He is wearing his signature black skinny jeans, we are matching, I giggle when I realise that. Confusion is on Harry's face again, I just giggle a little more. He is also wearing a loose black top which has no sleeves so it shows off his tattoos, they really are beautiful things. I remember him telling me how much he loved my tattoo when he seen me changing, I honestly didn't think he would notice, but everyone does considering it covers half of my stomach and back. He is also wearing black converse and a leather jacket, he looks so good, I can't get over how perfect he is and he doesn't even put the effort in. So not fair.

After I finished getting ready, stopped staring at the perfectly handsome man standing in front of me and released my lips from his, Harry and I walk back into the living room as I grab my coat, my keys and my phone just in case. I don't really know why I carry it around with me, the only person who texts or calls me is Harry and he is with me at the moment. He takes my hand into his as we walk to his car and he opens the door for me to jump in. He is such a gentleman, then he plants a kiss on my forehead and asks me if I'm sure that I'm okay. I blush a little and assure him I'm fine. He really is the sweetest boy I've ever met.