December 25th, 2013, 8:50 pm.
Harry and I spent the whole day in bed, waiting for the fever to come. And well, it started with fatigue and I slept almost the whole day.
Harry is now downstairs, eating or getting food to bring upstairs. Kate dropped by a while ago to check on me and also apologize. I told her that she does not need to be sorry. And now I am cold even if the heater in my, our room is on its maximum temperature. I am wearing a jacket and a pyjamas.
Harry came back with a cup of steaming something.
Allana: Hey, what’s that?
Harry: Hi, it’s a cup of coffee. How you feeling?
Allana: Well, for starters, the fever is here.
He walked to me and put his hand on my forehead.
Harry: Yep, it’s fever alright. Good thing they have a stock here of Paracetamols.
I sat up to drink my coffee.
Harry’s sweating.
Harry: I’m gross. I’m sweaty!
Allana: I’m cold. Dang cold.
Harry: A little sacrifice wouldn’t hurt.
Allana: Just imagine it as a sauna.
Harry: Would you mind if I sleep without my shirt on?
WHAT?
Allana: What? Could you elaborate on that?
Harry: Well, it’s kinda hot in here, and I’ll just be shirtless and not totally naked.
Allana: Okay. A wet shirt will be gross. Totally gross.
He smiled.
Allana: You could just turn the heater down. I’ll be fine.
Harry: Really?
Allana: Yeah. What ever it takes to for you to sleep with a shirt on.
Harry started unbuttoning his shirt.
Harry: You don’t want to see me half-naked?
He threw his shirt on the floor.
Allana: No need. I already saw you…never mind.
Harry: I could sleep wearing only pyjamas or nothing.
Allana: Please wear pyjamas.
Harry: Whenever we share a bed before 16th of March, I’ll wear pyjamas. But after that, it depends.
Allana: On what?
Harry: Never mind. I’ll just go change in to pyjamas.
Allana: Thanks. And please turn down the heater, for you.
Harry: Thanks.
He went to the closet and changed.
Dang it! I’m sick. I hate the feeling of being sick.
9 pm.
Harry came out in the closet wearing, as promised, a pair of pyjamas.
He looks good without a shirt. I don’t know how he looks without anything. Just his plain, glorious-
What am I thinking?!
I said yes to the marriage. And here I am now worrying to get him out of his pants?!
Harry frowned.
Harry: What are you thinking about?
Allana: What? Am I thinking out loud?
Harry: What are you thinking about?
Allana: Nothing.
Those abs.
Crap.
Stop thinking about that!
I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about that when I am looking at him.
9 pm.
Harry: Do you want to sleep now?
Allana: Could we?
He turned off the lights.
I wrapped myself in a blanket cocoon.
Dang! It’s cold.
I am shivering and I am having a chill.
Harry: Are you okay?
Allana: Nnnnnnnnnoooooo..
Harry: Honey, the bed is vibrating.
Allana: Ccchhilllss..
Harry: Do you mind if I keep you warm? I mean, hug and embrace you?
Allana: Iiii ddooonn’tt mmiinndd..
He embraced me.
Thank goodness that he is half-naked.
Allana: Hhaaarrryy.. Dooo yyyooo mmiinndd iff Ii hhaavvee yyooou ffaccee too facee. Iii ddon’t liikee thiss possittion..
Harry: Sure.
And we were face to face. Chest to chest.
He kissed my forehead. I loved it.
Harry: Good night.
I planted a kiss on his chest.
Which was weird.
Why?
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Reaching Out (A Prince Harry of Wales FanFiction)
FanfictionAllana Kavanagh has it all. She's studying in the University of Cambridge in England, she's got a pending scholarship in Harvard, loving father and a caring mother, her life is almost perfect, her father, although tried to give her a perfect life he...
