Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 54

I got out of my bed, walking for the first time in almost five days. The cut was healing, the stitches proving themselves. I was given a frame, but it was still difficult to move properly. Every twist of my hip, every step pulled the already stretched skin and sent an intense burning sensation through my body. But I was getting better.

“Awesome.” Olivia said, writing a few things on her clipboard. “Keep going like that and you’re looking at an early discharge.” I smiled broadly as I sat back on the bed, easing my muscles once again. Olivia smiled back, rubbing her hand up and down my arm.

“I’ll miss you.” She claimed. I let out a sorry sigh, shrugging my shoulders.

“I’ll miss you too.” She smiled and pulled me into a hug, being careful to avoid the tender flesh of my wound.

The day dragged on as I dearly awaited my discharge date to come through, and of course, there was waiting on Harry’s arrival. He had come at the same time every day: 2pm. He’d sit beside me and talk like nothing had happened.

“Do you know when you’re coming home yet?” Harry asked, holding my hand in his. I pursed my lips and shook my head, lowering my gaze to the ground. He retained an optimistic smirk, clenching my hand even tighter in his own.

“It won’t be long now.” He assured. He looked bad today. I don’t mean…ugly, no, no, Harry would never appear ugly to me. To anyone… I mean, he looked weary today, his eyes were drowsy, and there was light stubble on his chin. His skin seemed off colour, a little paler than his usual warm glow.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“Me?” He confirmed. I nodded, wondering who he though I was talking to.

“You ask me if I’m okay?” He questioned, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow. “Violet, you got stabbed less than a week ago, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” He chuckled. I smiled a little, noticing his point.

“I’m fine.” He confirmed after he’d recognized my worry. I looked back up at him, throwing the bed covers to the side and wrapping my arms around his torso. Ha placed his hands on my back, the expanse of his large hands providing certain warmth I knew I’d never fully get used to.

“I love you.” I whispered. My cheek pressed against his, the heat from his neck seemed to filter into my body, I craved it, I lusted for it.

“I love you too.” He promised.