Fall Back On Me {Haylor}

Prepping-Chapter 38

Chapter 38

3 Days.

In 3 days, so much can change.
Life could end, begin, traumatically change for the good, or the worse.

In 3 days, I'll be on the metal table, being tested on which option will be my outcome. Harry will not be by my side, he'll be in the waiting room, probably praying. Probably losing every emotion held in until he shakes in agony. I don't want to think of that while I'm trying to control even myself, but thinking of the pain I'm causing Harry, it's unbareable.

His friends had flown in, his band mates I mean, it really meant a lot to him based on the fact they all defied management to come. But they are all here, crashing in sleeping bags in the guest bedroom which once served as Harrys' room and the couch. They were really nice guys, very funny. I was pretty accustomed to them now to play around and retort jokes at them. A bantering friendship with all of the four boys.

Harry had focused more on me though, never putting too much focus on his friends rather than me. He would only make a full conversation when he was absolutely sure I was comfortable and interactive in it. I know he's just trying to take care of me, and I appreciate it, it just gets to be a nag ever so often. I'm not use to attention and Harry brings it, it's not annoying, I enjoy it, don't get me wrong. Harrys' attention is something I've been longing for for a long time. I'd take too much attention over none at all any day.

We all sit in the living room currently except for Harry who went to the kitchen to grab us two drinks. Our favorites diet coke and dr pepper to which we mix together, creating our special drink, you could call it. Niall sits to my right at the arm of the couch with a spot for Harry empty to the left. He enters the room now, taking my legs up before sitting and pulling them across his lap. I release what sounds like a squeal and a laugh which causes everyone in the room to hush us.

They were very into Abduction, a movie we watched almost every week. I usually teased Harry how the actor in it, Taylor Lautner, would be my celebrity crush to which he'd force a laugh. It wasn't a real laugh, it was a malicious type of scoff that I had to get out of him every once in awhile. I love his jealous side, it's hot. He'd grit his jaw and I'd poke it, kiss where my finger hit and push myself against his ear enough to whisper a, "Not before you."

And then we'd end up kissing for awhile. Any type of sentence that hinted at retaliation usually led to a very fiesty session like so.

I haven't made an stabs at him so far and it's already at the train scene, and by this scene he's usually already working on my neck like Nathan in the movie is on Karens'. It's a pretty great reinactment if I do say so myself, except better, and real.

He leans closer, almost reading my thoughts, and presses a kiss to my jawline.

"You're late." I whisper, breathing a little heavily. He dips his head more into my neck and I self-conciously sigh. "Ha-rry. People."

"Yeah, Ha-rry. There's other people in the room," Louis' voice breaks into our moment and I push Harry gently away, blushing bright as I do. All of the boys have paused their attention from the movie to look at us, my bottom lip slides up under my teeth. They all burst out into loud laughter at his comment.

"Oh shut up, can't even get some time with my girl without you all nagging me," Harry rolls his eyes, even through the dark I can tell he's frustrated. I sigh, standing up and holding my hands out to him with a small smile. He raises an eyebrow and accepts my help up as I lightly tug him behind closed doors.
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Taking care of five, very loud, very interesting boys is not a typical thing for me. They would try to make breakfast for me, but it'd end in fire or horribly burnt toast to which here I am, cooking breakfast two days prior to surgery. Not to mention the opinionated arguements over what I should make for breakfast. Half would say something very intricatewhile Harry and the other half would say take it easy. Once a Harry said that, they'd all turn to his side and say whatever I felt like making. I mean I felt fine besides the weakening, I was just tired all the time. I wanted to sleep.

"Boys, breakfast!" I shout though my voice barely reaches throughout the house. That bugs me too, even my voice is weaker. Nonetheless, I can definitely hear the footsteps shuffling into the dining room.

"What's cookin'?" Niall flashes a bright smile, sliding into the bar stool across from me.

"Don't think about sayin' it, Ni." Harry threatens, coming behind me and resting his hands on either side of my waist. I feel his lips nip at the higher part of my neck and his breathing heating it.

"What? I wasnt!" He defends, chucking his hands up in the air with a piece of bacon I didn't notice he stole. I shake my head a little to break my daze.

"Hey! Hands off!" I slap his hand away that inches toward the platter. "It's bacon, eggs, grits and toast."

"My favorite!" Zayn says from somewhere behind Niall. I tilt my head to find him glancing down at his phone just to look up when he noticed my gaze and grins.

"Okay, help yourselves-" I don't get the rest off before they jump on it like its a buffet that I hadn't anticipated it'd be. Harry laughs from behind me.

"Thank you," He murmurs before joining the group. He turns momentarily, "Might wanna grab some before it gets gone."

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Short, sorry
Next chapter will be the surgery!!😬