Blinded by You

Chapter Twenty Three- If I'm Louder, Would You See Me?

Ellen's POV:

My head was pounding. It felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to my face every few seconds. This was going to be the longest week of my life. I spent most of my time sleeping. Scratch that, all of my time sleeping. I didn't want to eat anything or get up. Slightly rolling over as I heard my door open and felt weight press next to me.

"Hey," Harry whispered.

"Hey, Baby," I sleepily smiled. His hand grasped mine and his thumb rubbed over my knuckles.

"Are you okay? Do you want anything to eat?" The tone of his deep, resonant voice made me smile wider and I sighed, rolling on my side toward him, I took a deep breath.

"I'm fine. I just wanna sleep."

"You've gotta eat something, babe. You're getting a little thin." Harry's warm hands ran up my sides under my shirt and goosebumps popped up over my stomach.

"I'm fine, Harry. It's all good. I'll get up soon," I lied. I didn't wanna move. My head was splitting.

"I'll bring you some water and medicine and we can lay here and talk. Okay?" Wanting to roll my eyes, I only smiled.

"Okay." Rolling back on my side as I heard him walk out of the room, I wanted to go back to sleep, but I wanted him here with me. Plus, it had been almost three weeks since Harry and I had...well, you know. I kind of had the urge to just rip his clothes off, but I wanted to wait until the bandages were taken off. Blushing at the thought, I felt Harry's weight dip into the bed and slightly fell back against his warm thigh.

"Thank you." My voice was raspy as I downed half the water bottle and my medicine

"No problem, love. C'mere," Harry murmured, kissing my forehead and moving to sit behind my head. Resting my head in his lap, his long fingers began to massage my temples and I took a deep breath, smiling happily.

"Harry," I whispered.

"Yes , baby?" His warm lips fell against my hair and I grasped his hands against my stomach.

"We have an hour until my appointment." My cheeks flushed with blood and I couldn't help but grin.

"And?" he chuckled, his hands slowly beginning to move.

"Well, it's been almost three weeks and you're going on tour soon."

"In April."

"Harry, can we please just have slow, intimate, sex? I'm eighteen years old with raging hormones," I sighed, rolling over onto my stomach. "I need you." Tiredly pulling myself onto his lap to straddle him, our lips met and I thought I was going to die. His lips softly moved from my jawline to my neck and I could feel him begin to harden against my leg.

"Shower," I breathed as my fingers entangled in his soft, long curls. I started to move off his lap, but his hand firmly grasped my my thigh as he stood up, walking toward my bathroom. I was in a sports bra and spandex as he sat me on my feet and moved his hands to pull them off.

"Slow down, baby. Slow," I smiled against his lips, bringing his hand to my mouth and slowly sucking on his index finger. Feeling for wether his shirt was a button down or just a t-shirt, I softly kissed his neck. Pushing my hands under the soft cotton shirt, his abs were tight and warm against my palms. Pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor, I softly kissed his chest and ran my hands down to his belt and pants, trying to pull them off the best I could. I pulled my sportsbra over my head, Harry's hands softly caressing my torso.

"Ellen?" My mother's voice echoed with knocks on my bedroom door.

"Fuck," I whispered and tried to focus on Harry's open kisses against my collar bone. "Yeah mom?!"

"Honey, it's time to get ready. Traffic will be hell."

"Um-" I slightly moaned. "I- I gotta take a showe-" My eyes closed as Harry pushed me toward the shower, slowly kissing my neck. Hearing another knock on the door, I pushed Harry off me with a groan. "God freaking Jesus."

"What?!" I screamed. "What could you possibly want?!" With a huff of anger, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body before jerking he door open.

"When are you gonna be done? I gotta piss," Calum snapped.

"Go fucking pee in dad's fucking bathroom. Go the fuck away and leave me the fuck alone," I countered viciously.

"Jesus. Fine. Don't be such a bitch."

"Only if you weren't." Slamming the door and dropping my towel, I made my way toward he shower and felt Harry's wet hands wrap around my waist. Fighting the urge to cry, I closed the glass door.

"I'm sorry," I sighed and rested my hands on his broad shoulders.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Let's just take a shower," Harry chuckled and kissed my forehead. Feeling his hands begin to shampoo my hair, I sighed with relief.

"We'll get to all that other stuff later," I whispered as we washed.

"Okay." He smiled against my lips and finished showering before stepping into the cool air and got dressed. Taking a deep breath as we made our way to the car, I felt a wave of nausea roll through me.