If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 44

           

"Here's your tea," he said waiting for her to sit up and take the cup he was offering. "I know you prefer sugar, but I put honey and some lemon in. It'll be better for you."

Her hand shook as she took the cup from his hands. He was seeing, first-hand, the side-effects of the inhaled medication she'd cryptically referred to a short while ago in the shower.

"Can you manage?" he asked. She nodded and took a sip.

"How's that?"

"It's very good."

The shower had exhausted her, and all she could do was lay on the sofa. Between the sleeplessness caused by the steroid injection and the heart arrhythmia and slight tremoring caused by the inhaler, she was unable to rest much less sleep.

"Great! Anything else I can do or get for you?"

"I don't think so," she said tiredly. "You really should go home and get some rest or get out and enjoy yourself. There is no need in you being miserable as well."

"Sweetheart, I'm with you. Why would I be miserable?" he laughed.

"Don't tease. It's not funny." She threw her arm over her eyes.

"Look, if I were in your place, would you take care of me?"

When she didn't answer, he leaned over the back of the couch and inched his hand under her t-shirt. "Ashley?" His hand moved across her ribs, over the curve of her breast, his thumb making a circular pattern as it moved over her skin. He felt her move slightly and laughed.

"I know you feel that. I can tell," he said increasing the pressure of his thumb.

She moved her arm and opened her eyes giving him a warning look.

"You can't stop your body from responding, sweetheart." He climbed over the back of the sofa and stretched out on top of her. She squirmed underneath him and pushed at his shoulders. "Okay then," he said attempting to push himself up.

"You just can't help yourself," she said pulling his lips down to hers.

"Apparently, you can't either."

"I want you, Harry, but I have no energy," she said using her thumb and finger to make a zero.

"How are your body aches?"

"Not awful."

"Not awful . . . hmm . . . why don't you just relax and let me take care of you?"

"I'll be too self-conscious."

"I promise it will be worth it," he said quietly into her ear. She shivered in response to his suggestion, knew he would be true to his word.

"What about you?" she asked as she moved her leg against his signaling that she knew he was aroused.

"Like I said before, I do have self-control."

She closed her eyes, kissed him again, and nodded her head. He pushed himself up, took her hands in his, and led her to the bedroom. While she went to the bathroom, he closed the drapes and pulled off his shirt.

"Okay," she said to him when she opened the bathroom door.

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispered as he pulled her close to him. Pushing her arms into the air, he lifted her t-shirt over her head. "Beautiful." He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and slipped them over her hips letting them fall to the floor. "Tell me what you want," he said looking into her eyes.

"My butterfly misses your kisses."                                        

"What else?" he pressed.

"Your massage . . ."

"Your butterfly misses my massage?" he asked smiling.

"I . . . no, I mean . . ."

"Yes?"

"Harry . . ."

"Ok, okay. No more teasing. I'll let you off the hook."