The diagnosis

Chapter 30

I was awokened my the music stopping. I refused to open my eyes. "Hey, what's going on?" I immidiatley recognised Harry's voice. I instantly wanted to get up, but I was still too tired. "Look mate, I think she pushed herself too much tonight, she practically dropped unconscious!" Ashton's voice rumbled beneath me.

I felt my legs being lifted as Luke got up and felt a sweaty body take its place. Fingers lightly drifted over my ankle. The body I believed to be Harry's, lifted my legs and body, with the help of Ashton I'm guessing, so I was completely on Harry. My fingers gripped his sweaty shirt without me telling them to. "She really feels comfortable around you. It's so clear she loves you a lot." I didn't register who said that.

"I should have told her not to dance. I knew she has been ill, I was just too excited to see her do something she loves. Her smile and the way she moved on stage was incredible. I still should have at least told her to not push it. I'm such an idot." Harry's voice groaned. I wanted to touch his face and look him in the eye and tell him that I'm ok, just really tired, but I couldn't.

My heart began racing as I thought about how maybe I pushed myself too far and when I went to sleep, went into a coma because my head injury still wasn't properly healed. "Her heart is racing, must be having a nightmare." Harry mumbled, mostly to himself. "Come on, mate, let's get her to the bus." I easily recognised the ring of Louis' voice.

I felt myself being picked up and Harry began walking. I knew I should get up so I didn't make him put me in the top bunk, but I was too comfortable and and lost in the warmth of him. I heard voices but blocked out what they were saying. I knew it was the pap, and they never had anything nice to say.

"Shut up will you!" I heard Niall's Irish accent snap. "How is she?" Liam asked. I loved how caring he always was. He was definitely still the daddy of the band. "Still asleep, but she looks relaxed now." Harry spoke quietly, trying not to wake me. My face nuzzled against his lower neck with my hands holding his black shirt.

Harry's arms reached to put me in my top bunk, but my fingers held firm, refusing to let go. "You need some help mate?" Liam asked. "No, I got it." He said loud enough for them to hear. "She just won't let go." He said under his breath. A smile pulled at my lips as he continued to struggle with getting my hands off without putting me down.

"You're awake?" Harry asked quietly, just in case I was asleep. My smile grew but my eyes didn't open. "You beautiful, sneaky girl." I slowly opened my eyes to look up at Harry. I kissed his cheek and this time let him put me in my bunk. "You're strong." I state. He shrugs his wide shoulders. "You just lifted me as high as your head, and you did it gently." I shook my head.

He smiled but his green yes studied me with worry. "Did you have fun?" I asked. He nodded with a smile. "I'm fine Harry." He didn't look convinced. I laugh. "Yes I probably pushed it too far, but I just need sleep." He nodded and tenderly kissed my forehead. "Uh un I want a proper kiss good night." I state, puckering my lips with a smile. "I love how your so comfortable around me now." He says before kissing my lips.

"That's because of you. You make me feel so happy. You bring me out of my shell. Thank you. I don't know how to explain to you how much I love you." I whisper. He smiles. "I think those poems and all that writing did good. And that performance today. Wooh! I know you wouldn't have performed for a crowd that big if you didn't love me like a lot! I know you really wanted me to watch you and you were brilliant, vibrant, glowing, just beautiful." My face heats. "Ok now get some sleep." He says sternly but still wears a smile. I nods and close my eyes. I was out like a light.

I was awoken by the bus making a sharp turn, as a result, making me fly off of my top bunk. I hit the bunk opposite of Harry's and landed on the ground face down with a *thump* and a groan. "What the bloody hell was that?" Louis asked and the same time Niall's voice said "What the hell?" I heard the curtain pull back on one of the bunks but was too lazy to move to see who. "Cora?! Are you alright?" Harry's voice panics. Finally I turn my head to look up. Louis and Niall's head pops out from the ground bunks beside me.

"How'd you get down here?" Louis asks. "I flew." I said. "But I'm good here." I continue, resting my head back down. Harry gently pulls me to my feet. "That hurt now that I think about it." I mumble. Harry hugs me. "Your going to stay in my bunk from now on. That way you won't have as far to fall." I nod. Again I notice that Harry's in only boxers and I'm hugging him. His skin feels so good against mine and the ripple of muscle beneath my hands was amazing. Harry let go and waited for me to climb into his bunk. He pulled the blanket over me and kissed me before finally climbing to the top bunk.

I rolled around. The bunk smelt so heavily of Harry it was like heaven. I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face.

I woke early in the morning from a nightmare I couldn't remember. It was way too early and I still felt tired, but I thought I'd go watch a movie and wait for the boys to get up instead of risking having a nightmare again. I slipped soundlessly out of my Harry scented bunk, unlike last night. I picked a random movie and set it up. I grabbed my note book with my writing in it and laid on the couch. The movie turned out to be Tangled.

I smiled at the thought of how Tangled ended up on a tour bus with these boys. I curled up and watched the screen with a slight smile as I thought of Harry. I had been dreaming for so long of meeting a boyfriend that made me happy. I actually never believed it would happen. As I thought about how happy Harry made me and watched Tangle, I doodled on in my writing book.

I felt myself zoning out with exhaustion. I really shouldn't have put forth as much energy as I did yesterday so soon after being so sick. Eventually, in my curled up position, my pen dropped and my head dropped as my body gave in to sleep.

*Harry's POV*

Behind my closed eyelids my colourful dreams passed. Images of playing, my fans, Andy, lots of Andy. Her smile while she danced, the way her body moved to the beat. It made my body warm as feel like nothing else. When I slowly came out of my dreams, I lay there and remember Andy falling out of this bunk just a couple of hours ago.

I checked my phone and tweeted something that randomly popped into my head and made no sense. It immediately had hundreds of retweets, favorits, and responses. A soft chuckle escaped my lips at some of the tweets. Some fans were really crazy and frightening. I opened the curtain on my bunk to notice that all bunks in front of me were still full. I peaked into my bunk to see it empty, that's when my ears registered the noise of a quiet TV. I quickly slip on some sweat pants and opened the door from the sleeping compartment. At first the room looked empty, but then I notice my sleeping beauty on the couch.

Her brown hair spilled in waves over the red and black couches. Her face seemed troubled and it was tucked close to her arm and something her arm was holding. Her legs were curled up. Tangled played on the TV and there was a pen on the floor. She must have fallen asleep writing. I stepped closer. I gently pulled her book from her hands so it wouldn't continue to dig into her beautiful face.

As I reached to place it on the floor I notices drawings on the pages with some writing. I knew I probably shouldn't look at it but I did. There was a picture of a mangled car and a picture of... Me. She can draw too? I thought to myself. Andy is so talented and I am so lucky to have her in my life. I put the book on the ground and stretched before sitting next to my curled up princess.

I grabbed a blanket and pulled it over both of us. I reached my arm over and held her hand. As soon as my skin touched her, her body shifted around to curl into my body. I smiled and allowed myself to watch Tangled.