Blinded by You

Chapter Twenty Four- Right Now

Song- Gavin DeGraw: solider

"Ellen! How are you dear?" Dr. Prochaska exclaimed. Hungry, horny, and ready to get these bandages off.

"I'm okay," I shrugged.

"We're gonna take the bandages off. I assume you've been taking great care of them."

"Yes," Harry replied, squeezing my hand. Feeling the doctor's cool, gloved hand pull at the corner of one bandage, I took a deep breath. Cool air replaced the warmth of the bandages and I swear my heart was about to pound out of my chest.

"Open your eyes, sweetie," Dr. Prochaska encouraged. Slowly, they opened and my heart was pounding in my chest. The most brilliant deep, supposed-green eyes peered at me.

"What do you see, Ellen?" I only smiled, reopening my eyes.

"I see lights and who I assume is Harry, my mother and you, doctor." Tears had come out of nowhere and Harry pulled me toward him.

"Hi," he whispered, kissing me softly. I couldn't stop smiling. This is what the light looked like. If his hair was brown and his eyes green, he was quite literally the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Looking at marks on his chest, my hand rested over his heart as it pounded against my hand.

"Beautiful," I whispered, kissing him back before we tightly hugged.

"Now, we're gonna run some tests to make sure everything is working right and then you're all set!" Dr. Prochaska smiled, looking down at a clipboard. "You might have to let her go, son." I began to chuckle and wiped furiously at my eyes, not wanting to show him how utterly happy I was. The tests were smile eye tests, and it only proved the surgery had worked and everything was fine. Finally leaving, the sun was burning down against me and I closed my eyes with a wide smile.

"This is what beauty is," I sighed, twirling on my way to the car.

"It really is," Harry nodded, his pink lips curling into a smile. Finally getting in the car, before he could put the key in the ignition, I stopped him, grabbing his soft, tan cheeks and holding his gaze with mine.

"I meant what I said earlier." Running my hands through his hair and over his smooth, beautiful face, I couldn't help but kiss him passionately before pulling away and turning around in my seat.

"We should take a trip," Harry suggested once we got home.

"To where? And I have school," I laughed, shaking my head at him.

"We should go to the beach. You'd love it. Your mom said they're homeschooling you for the rest of the year. You need a break."

"How long would we go and which beach?" I scoffed.

"Two weeks, anywhere you want to go to."

"Two whole weeks?"

"Two whole weeks. How about Fiji? Or somewhere off the coast of Australia?"

"I've never been outside the continental US, babe. How about we go to Australia? Fiji seems too exotic."

"I'll take care of everything. We can leave on the 19th, and be in OZ for my birthday," he smiled widely, picking up his phone.

"That's twelve days. Think we can survive?"

"I hope, babe, I hope." I wanted to start crying because he was so beautiful. I know that sounds so cliché, but it was true.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered almost inaudibly. My hand rested on the back of his neck and. I felt tears begin to build in my eyes. Again. Talk about over emotional. His smile, good God, his smile was something I never wanted to stop seeing and staring at. Pulling into the driveway, I wanted to run inside, but Harry caught me by my hips with a chuckle.

"Hey, hey. Where do you think you're going?" I couldn't help but smile as he pushed me against the driver's side door and I felt his weight press against me.

"It's cold, Harry. My cheeks are freezing," I giggled.

"We can go inside in a minute. I just wanted to have some alone time before we go back in around like fifty gazillion people," Harry replied.

"I have no privacy. Sorry."

"It's okay. I might actually go to a hotel tonight."

"Am I chopped liver now?"

"With you of course." We both laughed and shared a kiss as I thought about where we could go so that he wouldn't have to spend his money.

"I got it!" I gasped. "There's a guest house in the back yard. It's got a bedroom, kitchen, and everything. It's like 800 yards from the house so, no one would bother us."

"Are you sure?" he chuckled.

"Positive," I smiled and pushed his weight off of me, pulling him toward he guest house.