Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 68

Red paint splatters on the wall, creating thick messy lines overlapping each other. Harry stands to his side and swings his arm as if he's pitching at a game and the thick paint slaps the wall.

"Looks good." he pants stepping back to take a better look at the canvas, "I like it." he smiles turning to me. He looks so happy, way happier than this morning and it's nice seeing his genuine smile.

"It's just a bunch of lines." I laugh, "oh, you should've taken your brace off." it's a little too late for reminding him since the paint dripped through the gloves.

"Forget it." he shrugs, "let's use the blue." he strides over to the blue paint and dips his hands in. The red mixes in with the blue creating small swirls in the can as he lifts it from inside. The blue paint drips and he watches as it falls and without taking another breath, he pivots his body and aims for the wall, redesigning it with lines and dots.

I turn and dip my hands in the green paint and copy his actions. We're both now swinging our arms, uncontrollably laughing while dipping our tri-colored hands in the paint and carelessly marking the white wall. The curtain less windows are exposing the suns rays, reflecting the light into the empty room as Harry's smiles widens. I watch him duck while the paint bounces off the wall, ripping through the air and clashing against the ground. His laugh is absolutely beautiful. I haven't see him laugh like that in a while, or even see him so excited.

"Shit!" he laughs walking to me sliding his wrists across his forehead to wipe the sweat away, "my arm hurts." he breaths facing the wall and placing his hands on his lips, "looks like shit, but I like it." his eyes dart to each line and nods in approval, "let's make hand prints on that wall." his long painted finger points to the wall beside me.

"Good idea." I stick my hand in the purple paint as Harry dips his in the black, and together we press our hands side by side on the wall, slowly pulling it away so it comes out perfect. My hand looks so tiny beside his. He's looking at it and tilting his head, smiling to himself and looking at me.

"I love this." he tells me softly before kissing my cheek, "let's surround it with more prints."

With seven colors, we slap and hit the wall; high and low, creating hand prints from corner to corner, up and down, and side by side. I jump on his back and he runs across the wall as we simultaneously rapidly slap it. I feel my self losing balance around him and I'm wobbling as I'm holding on to him.

"I'm falling!" I squeal wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I am too!" before I know it, we're both on the ground with his back against my stomach. I'm struggling under him and it's hard to breath with his heavy body weight mixed with my insanely hard laughter; which isn't really helping.

"Harry!" I laugh trying to push him off, "I'm dying!"

He turns his body and he presses his hands against the ground to support his body up in a push-up position. His chain is hanging out of his shirt and he's smirking wickedly at me. I love when he smirks like that. The ends of his lips lift causing one dimple to pop out, it's an admiring yet sexy sight. His chest is rising and falling from his laughter and panting, but he looks irresistible above me.

Harry's POV:

I slide my painted finger down her cheek creating a black line on it. She gasps at me and with her two fingers she does the same to me. She looks so hot in my sweats, especially with her hair up like that and out of breath panting under me.

She's sore. I have to remember that she's sore. For her sake, I need to wait a while.

"Be careful with your wrist." everyday she reminds me not to hurt it or make it worse. She probably worries about it more than I do, but than again I don't really give a shit if it gets worse. It's not like it's preventing me from doing the usual things I do. I still work out against the doctors orders and I fight, so if anything it probably did get worse.