The New Girl

Chapter 66 - Unsuccessful Recovery

Aurora Jones.

Once again, I felt myself struggling to open my eyes. My vision would flash from black to a faint white as I did my best to wake myself, "Harry.." I mumbled.

I still couldn't understand why I was calling for Harry, especially since he wasn't even in the room when I first woke up. He may have been in my thoughts, but I was still trying my best to understand everything. Thinking about it will only cause my body to get weak and I couldn't do that anymore, I rather avoid another lecture from the doctor.

My eyes finally opened and began adjusting to my surroundings. The room was dark, the only bright light coming from the bathroom. I turned to the window at my left and noticed the night sky, making me wonder how long I was out the second time.

I looked around expecting to find my father or Jon laying on or standing by the couch, but, to my surprise, I saw brown, curly hair and a pair of long, tattooed arms crossed in front of his chest. His plump, pink lips in the shape of a frown as his chest moved up and down in slow and gentle pace.

I shook my head and looked down at my hands, "What are you doing here, Harry?" I sighed, unable to understand a single thing that was running through my mind.

"Waiting for your lazy ass to wake up." He mumbled.

I looked over at the sleeping man and searched for any signs of him waking up. Did I imagine that? No, I couldn't have. I couldn't have imagined that! It sounded just like him.

Harry's left eye peeped open, causing me to gasp. "Was that really necessary?" I rolled my eyes.

"If it caught you off-guard, then it definitely was." He winked, a smirk plastered on his face as he sat up.

I looked into those emerald eyes of his and saw a touch of sadness in them. I was confused as to why he'd be upset. We weren't exactly close friends, but I knew we had some kind of connection that I still didn't quite understand. He doesn't like to show it, but he really does worry about others. I don't know what I could've possibly done to get him to come see me, but it's not something I could've done in a matter of three days.

I have no idea why I can't remember a single thing, but I can honestly say I've known him for longer than three days. I had a pile of puzzle pieces in my head and I wasn't going to be able to put them together on my own. I needed someone to guide me or to help me make sense of the things floating inside my head. Harry is a reoccurring thought in every single one of those pieces, so asking him was only logical.

I turned to my left and did my best to avoid looking at him, "What happened to me? I asked my father and Jon numerous of times, but I passed out before they could explain anything to me." I sighed, placing a hand on my head.

The sound of shoes hitting the ground caught my attention. I still refused to look at him, but I can hear shuffling coming from my right side. I felt a weight on the bed and a soft hand grab my chin. He slowly turned my face to look at him and that's when I realized just how beautiful this boy was. As much as I didn't want to look at him I just couldn't take my eyes off him.

A few messy curls had managed to cover part of his forehead. His eyes glossy and a tad red, it almost looked like he had been... crying. I could see his bright, white teeth digging into his bottom lip as he ran his thumb gently across my bottom lip. He looked like he was holding something back, especially when his eyes were looking lustfully into mine. I could see a sparkle in his, a sparkle that went away as quickly as it came. He quickly retrieved his hand from my face and sat up straight, creating space between us once again.

To my surprise, I felt disappointed of the space. I was so close to reaching out to him, but I managed to control myself. What is wrong with me?