The diagnosis

Chapter 31

*Andy's POV*

All I remember from my dreams was something dark which ended up turning into a good dream when warmth surrounded me. My eyes fluttered open to a bright bus. I glanced at the tv and the movie was close to the end. I shifted slightly to finally realize I was laying with someone.

"Good morning, Love." Harry's voice whispered near my ear. A smile immediately formed on my lips. "Good morning." I rolled over and moved so I could look up at Harry since I was curled up in his side, I shifted to laying my back of his lap. "How are you feeling?" He asks as he looks down at me. His eyes filled with low an adoration.

"A lot better actually." I respond and stretch slightly. I notice his eyes cut from my face to my stomach. Before I had the chance to wonder about his glance, his warm fingers brushed across the soft skin of my tummy, tickling the skin. I squirmed and turned on to my side and buried my face into his shirt covered stomach as I let out a small squeal. As I moved I coughs notice that he was wearing sweats. I tried to remember ever seeing him in sweats. I couldn't come up with anything.

His hands stop tickling me but continue to rest on the exposed skin. I have the urge to pull my shirt down but I don't want the contact to stop. Our eyes meet for a long time as silence fills the area. Harry leans down and kisses me. His tongue grazes over my bottom lip and my lips open, granting access to deepen the kiss. My hands move into his hair and tug slightly, causing a moan to fall from his lips.

Enjoying the sound so much, I repeat the action and listen to the sound of him moan against my lips. Shifting closer to him, never feeling close enough, I feel a bulge underneath me. My face heats but I don't want to stop kissing him. His hands begin to explore further up my shirt, my heart races. The feeling of his skin on mine is unbelievable and I want more, but know that we shouldn't continue with four sleeping boys in the next room.

I pull away slightly but end up giving him another quick kiss before laying my head on his chest and looking at the movie. As my head lays on his chest, i can hear his racing heart. I smile slightly. "I love this movie." I hear myself whisper. "Do you? What do you like about it?" Harry responds as his lips brush across my hair.

"The idea of love always enchanted me and I had always hoped for a fairy tale love. I had never believed I would get it, I always thought that the people telling me I had unreal expectations were right. That is until you came a long." I looked up at his slightly smiling face. At all the love and emotion held there.

"I love you." I murmur. "So much that I'm afraid every time that I wake up, you won't be there, or that you just won't care anymore. Even that you'll realize how much of a freak I am and then you'll end up running." I continue before could respond.

Harry's grip on my tightens protectively. "I love you so much Andy. I will never leave or abandon you. I always worry the same for you. Just that you'll get tired of not having privacy because of me and you'll leave." His voice cracks slightly and I sit Up, bury my face in his neck, and hug him. I hear and feel Harry sigh slightly.

"You give the best hugs." I sit back an smile at his words. "Even though I haven't done it much before?" I ask tentatively. He nods. "Even with that." He pulls me back and kissed the side of my face.

We finally finish the movie. Harry looks at me. "Would you like something to eat?" I nod and smile. I love that he can cook. My kitchen skills go to boiling water and poring milk into cereal.

Harry makes some pancakes. They were absolutely delicious. Soon after Niall comes out of the sleeping area. "It that pancakes I smell?" He asks as he looks at us. We nod. Niall's eyes widen at Harry. "In the stove on a plate." Harry says. "Thanks mate." Niall smiles before grabbing the plate and poring syrup onto it.

"You guys have another show tonight right?" I ask. "Yeah." Harry says while Niall nods with his mouth full. Through out the day, the other boys eventually wake up and eat something. After eating Liam dropped to the floor and began doing push ups. I looked at Harry with an eyebrow raised. He just shrugged. "We do this all the time." Louis finally says. "Well other than me, but just to keep in shape because we're traveling so much."

I nod. "I bet I can't beat you!" I exclaim as Liam stops his push ups and looks up at me. "Is that a challenge?" "You betcha." I get up from the couch. "Andy." I look back at Harry. He shakes his head. "You pushed yourself too far yesterday, I don't want to see you sick or something." I nod knowing he's right. "Then you try to beat Liam!" I say. Harry smirks at Liam and Liam responds with a groan. "They do this all the time, Harry always wins" Niall says from his spot on the couch.

"Well maybe now that a girl is watching they'll try Harder." I smile. Louis smiles at the idea. "Come on Harry! Please?" I beg and bat my eyelashes. The boys snicker but Harry agrees I move past him to take his spot on the couch. "Oh no you don't." "What?" I asked confused. "You want me to do this so your going to help." I look at him confused. He makes me lie down and I'm completely confused because e said that I couldn't to push ups.

Suddenly I'm not so confused anymore as Harry lowers himself over me. I feel my face turn the colour of a tomato. "Ready?" Harry asks. "That's not fair!" Liam exclaims. "You can always have Niall lay under you." Niall chokes and Liam mumbles something under his breath but finally says he's ready. "Go!" Louis says. Harry starts his push ups and every time he goes down, he kisses me and the warmth of his body pressed flush with mine heats my body.

I vaguely hear Niall counting in the back ground but I'm stuck in my world as I watch Harry's eyes as he kisses me over an over. "100." Niall says. "Wow, they really are trying hard because of Andy." Louis says as Niall continues to count. "Harry's breathing is still slightly steady, but I can hear that he setting tired. The kisses continue at the same steady pace though. They get to 120 and Liam groans, giving up. Harry smiles but continues.

"Now your just showing off." Liam mutters as Harry is getting closer to 200. The kisses are coming much slower as he continues to push. I was convinced that he's just trying to impress me, but it's definitely working. As Niall says 200. Harry stops, panting slightly. He lays on me, but not wanting to crush or use more muscle, he grabbed me and rolled me on too of him.

"Well, that was great, but im going to shower since we'll be there soon." Harry nods but doesn't let go of my waste. Instead of struggling against him I lay my head on his Chest with a sigh. "Get a room." Louis jokes. "We would but we're on a tour bus." Harry says completely serious. I feel my face heat and I cover the redness with my hands and Harry's chest. Everyone laughs.

Soon after, Louis, Niall, and Zayn have their showers, but Harry doesn't leave me to have one. "Aren't you going to shower?" I ask as I'm sitting with him on the couch. "Are you saying I smell? Or are you wanting to join me?" He jokes. I sputter at the last comment and he laughs. "I'm just going to shower at the stadium, there are usually showers there, and after thy all used it I'm sure there's no hot water left. Though that last part is still an option." He smiled.

I caught myself as I nearly opened my mouth to say yes. "But sometimes I also shower after the show because we get so sweaty and stuff. It's also calming when I'm full of adrenalin." I nod. "But is should probably get ready. I'll be back." He says as he lets go of me. I frown. I frown at the thought of me never wanting him to leave, I mean I never wanted to be one of those needy girlfriends.