Undiscovered

7.

Harry's POV

"So, what do you want to do today?" The smile on Emilee's face is so beautiful, she doesn't even have to speak to make me smile, the glisten in her eyes are enough, she is simply amazing.

"We could have an easy day, out for food then the cinema after?" She asks in the sweetest way possible, as if she is scared that I will reject her and tell her no.

"Of course baby, sounds like a plan to me. Let's get ready and we will go." The both of us walk hand in hand into Emilee's room so we can get ready. I don't live with Emilee but I've been staying here a few nights in the week so I have some spare clothes and stuff here which is a great help, saves me going back to mine all the time. Plus, I really don't want to leave Emilee, she seems to have this hold on me and I seem to be pulled in too far, but I love it so I don't mind.

Emilee starts to get changed out of her joggers and my top which is way too big on her but I love it when she wears my clothes, it's so comforting. She never surprises me every time I see her body, she is simply amazing and I love every inch of it, every inch of her. We've known each other a couple of months now even though we haven't been together that long but honestly, she is the best thing that could of ever happened to me.

As she pulls my top over her head I can't help but stare, but she caught me looking at her and she blushes, the way her cheeks just turn pink instantly at my stare or my touch to her skin, it's so cute to think that she is so innocent and beautiful. She really doesn't realise how gorgeous she is.

Both of us quickly get changed before I can't stop myself from keeping her here, in bed, with me. We should really have a day like that soon, a day in bed, where we don't have to go anywhere, and she is all mine. 

She looks absolutely amazing even in the simplest outfit. She has her skinny jeans on with a loose vest top and a cardigan to go over the top, even her hair looks amazing with waves in it. I honestly cannot get enough of this girl, I think I love her, no, I know I love her. But what if she doesn't feel the same way about me? These past 6 months getting to know her has been absolutely amazing, and we have been dating for nearly 2 months of that. 

I'm cut from my thoughts as Emilee grabs my hand and intertwines it with hers as she reaches up to me on her toes to kiss me. Her lips are like silk, and they fit mine perfectly, as if they were made for me, I really am madly in love with this girl. I hope she feels the same way about me as I do her. I really don't know what I would do without her.

Emilee doesn't look too good, she's looking pale again and it's starting to worry me again, maybe I should force her to go to the doctors, just to be safe? "Em?" I hope we don't start fighting, I don't want to upset her.

"Yeah?" She looks a little worried.

"Are you okay? You're looking a bit pale again baby." I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist to comfort her, I know she loves it when I hug her from behind.

She takes her time to answer, this is starting to worry me now. "Not really babe, I can't stop bleeding, it's so unusual, I thought it was just a bad month but I've come on 3 times in the last 2 months." Oh no, now I'm starting to panic. I think my silence is starting to worry her.

"Oh, babe. We'll have to go to the doctors to see what's the matter. We don't have to go out if you don't want to." I try to give her a reassuring smile to try and make her feel a bit better, it works.

"It's okay, honestly. I've taken tablets, plus, moaping around in the house isn't helping me. I'll be fine once I've eaten." Some of the worry has left her eyes, which is relaxing.

"Are you sure babe?" I honestly don't mind us staying in just to make her feel better.

"I'm fine, come on, I'm starving." She giggles, that's reassuring. We will deal with it later and see if we can sort an appointment out.

As the night goes on, Emilee's voice starts to change, like it's dry. I know she complained of a bad throat but this doesn't just sound like a bad throat, it sounds worse. I can tell in her eyes that she isn't feeling herself but she just wont admit it. I know she hates the attention but I rather her tell me than for her to just tell me she's "fine" just so I will leave it be. I worry about her and care for her a lot, the last thing I want is for something bad to happen to her when we could of had it sorted sooner.

"Babe, what are you thinking about?" Even when she is run down her voice is still sweet, it breaks me from my thoughts.

"I was worrying about you, sorry." I don't know why I apologized for worrying about her, she's my girlfriend and I should worry about her.

"Oh, babe. Please don't. I'm feeling hell of a lot better now that we've eaten, honestly, I'll be fine. We will get something for my throat on the way home and I'll be okay then." She smiles to reassure me, I can't deny that her smile alone doesn't make me feel happy, because it does, but I still have a worry about her.