Don't Let Me Go

Chapter Nineteen

It has been about two weeks since we got to Australia. The boys had some rehearsals, a few concerts, did some signings, and now were just finishing up in Australia. The girls and I did a ton of shopping, almost like every other day. We also went to the beach, hit some tourist attractions, and did a bunch of other stuff. It was fun. Tomorrow we were leaving for Paris, which I was really excited for! I had always wanted to go to Paris. I was currently packing up my things because we were leaving tomorrow. I had so much more stuff than I packed before because I had bought tons of things when us girls went shopping.

Once I finished packing, I went into the living room and sat with Harry. We chilled out, watching some Australian show. I spent this time thinking. I thought about a few days after my bad dream, when Harry saw my wrist.

*Flashback*

"Let's go to the beach!!" Iz said, when we were decidng what to do on the boys' day off.

"Yeah! Australian beaches are supposed to be amazing!!" I agreed.

"Then it's settled. Let's go to the beach." Liam said. We all went and got ready. I got dressed in my pink bikini with ruffles on the top. I slipped on my flip flops, and then put on a cute, light tank top and some board shorts. I threw some stuff into a bag, like sunglasses, a book, sun screen, etc. Then I went back out into the living room. Harry had his bathing suit on, and was putting on his shirt when I walked in.

"Aw, why are you putting that on? I like it better off." I said walking over to him. He pulled his shirt down all the way and smiled at me.

"I know you do, but I'll save it for the beach." he said. I came up in front of him and put my hands on his chest, and looked up at him. I went up on my tippy toes and brought my lips to his. He kissed back, and wrapped his arms around my waist. My hands were still on his chest, and when he pulled away from the kiss for air he looked down and saw my wrist.

"What wrong with your wrist?" he asked me cautiously. I yanked my hands away from his chest and put them behind my back. I had completely forgotten about my bruised wrist.

"Nothing, why?" I asked him, trying to make him forget about it.

"Let me see." he said.

"There's nothing wrong." I said.

"Mel, give me your wrist." he demanded. I looked him directly in the eyes, sighed, and then held out my hand to him. He grabbed it gently, and examined my wrist.

"It's not that bad." I said, trying to not make him worry. But honestly, it still hurt a bit when I moved it.

"Mel, it's all bruised." he obviously stated.

"I know."

"What happened? Why is it bruised like this?" he asked. I hesitated to answer. I was surprised that he didn't notice that the bruise looked like my fingers. The bruise wan't as bad as it was when I first got it, which meant that it was healing pretty fast.

"I don't know." I lied.

"Of course you know! How can you get a bruise like this and not know where it came from?" he asked. He was clearly getting mad, and I wish he didn't.

"If I tell you, you'll worry about me to much. I don't want to be your only care in the world." I said.

"You're not my only care in the world, but you are a big one. So, just tell me how this happened."

"I did it in my sleep." I said simply. I'm sure he could have connected the dots now.

"You did it in your...." he was thinking, and was clearly confused. Then his eyes widened and he looked at me. "Mel, you didn't....this isn't because of your dream is it?" he asked me.