Torn (harry styles)

38- Recovery

My final check up was fast, the whole time all I could think of was Harry.

Him.

Our whole conversation replays over and over in my head as the doctors apply ointment and prod around at my scar.

They are explaining to me how to change the bandages and clean the wound. I'm too distracted to listen.

My mind is otherwise occupied, with a curly haired boy who's slowly taking over my world.

When I get back to the room, Harry is still sitting in the same place he was sitting in before. Scrolling through his phone.

The moment he notices my presence in the room he stares at me, frowning. His eyes making an electrical connection to mine.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed.

The doctor laughs lightly, "Yes, everything is fine. We have given her some more pain medication so she will want to sleep for a couple of hours and then she's ready to go home."

Harry sighs, his eyes still haven't left mine. I give him a small smile, which he half returns.

I feel very drowsy, the medication definitely kicking in. I rub my eyes.

A nurse in green scrubs comes in and helps the doctor lift me into bed, it's quite embarrassing and I sincerely hope harry didn't see my open backed robe.

What are the point in these things?

Once the doctor and nurse have both left the room, I turn my attention back to harry.

"Hi." I smile.
"Hi." He smiles back.

Butterflies are flying around in my bandaged belly.

"Skye?" Harry says, frowning again.
"Yeah?"

"Earlier, when we were talking about uh Dexter." He says with a scowl. My whole body tenses and a wave of pain overtakes me, just remembering... Everything.

"Yeah?" I squeeze out of my tightened chest.

"You said 'he lied about that too' " he air quotes, "what else did he lie about?"

My brain feels like it's raining. Do I tell harry? Can I even talk about it without crying hysterically.

"Um.. He cheated." I admit, the words out loud hurting me even more.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks me, do I? Yeah, I think I do. I think that would help a lot.

"I don't want to bore you with my problems harry, I've already wasted enough of your time." I wave my hand at him to gesture to him even being at the hospital with me.

It's one thing bringing me here when I needed him too, it's another thing to still be here now after I've been here god knows how long.

"I'm listening, your not wasting my time. I want to know."

I take a deep breath, "you're sure?"

He nods, frowning and licking his lips.

"Well, me and Dexter... we had a really nice relationship. Well that's what I thought at least. He would be so kind to me and tell me everything I wanted to hear. Such a gentlemen, calling me all these pet names and just being the perfect boyfriend really."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I get it. He was perfect blah blah blah. He's what you always wanted in a boyfriend. I get it."

I am taken back by Harry's comment, is he...jealous? I don't know, I just don't know.