Blinded by You

Chapter Forty Five~ Solider

Doing a triple update because 2.2K and I'm in a great mood.xoxo

Song(s) for this chapter:

Soldier- Gavin DeGraw

Weight of living pt.2~ bastille

Ellen's POV:

Over the next few days, the struggle was real. Having Harry help me shower and the boys causing ruckus throughout my apartment as I went to school and watched practice, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I could barely sit in class because of my back, so I ended up staying home and getting my coursework from classmates. Still taking freaking tests and copying notes no matter how much I didn't want to. After a week, I got a better back brace from an orthopedic surgeon in Knoxville and was able to make it to my classes with Harry's help. It was almost as if he was a college student with me.

Shooting death glares at all the girls in my class who fangirled over Harry, I made sure we steered clear of them when class dismissed. Most of the girls on campus were buzzing with excitement because the boys were hanging out with me while I healed. I suddenly had so many "friends" who wanted to hang out that I didn't even know knew my name. What a shower of cunts. The boys went on their own separate ways with the time off, Harry inevitably had to go to LA for two days to record for the next album. He called me every two minutes, but I was getting around with Ashton's help just fine. When he finally got back from LA, I met him at the airport and excitedly hugged him as best as I could.

"Ashton drove here, right?" he teased.

"Obviously. But, it's not like I can't drive with what I've got," I huffed with mock hurt.

"Yeah, yeah. Still as cheeky as ever," he chuckled as we walked back toward the car. He sat his bag in the trunk and slammed it shut.

"I missed you," I smiled as I leaned in to kiss him softly. He kissed me back and I bit his bottom lip as he pulled away.

"I can see that," Harry laughed, his dimples prominent. Smacking his butt as he walked to the other side of the car to get in, I closed my door and got comfortable. Don't judge. I hadn't had sex in almost five months. I was about to physically burst. Hey, even though I had a fractured spine and ribs along with my fucking leg, doesn't mean Harry didn't turn me on. Don't judge me. I have the sex drive of a sixteen year old boy. Driving back to my apartment, Ashton said goodbye and Harry wrapped his arm tightly around my waist.

"Are you hungry?" he asked sweetly as he closed the front door behind him. If you're on the menu.

"Kind of," I shrugged.

"Do you want to go get some Panera or Zaxby's? I know how much you love their salads," he smiled cheekily.

"Actually, I want something that you can't get at those places. A rather special dish," I sighed, walking, okay hobbling toward him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I slightly blushed.

"Oh," he teased with a wide smile. "I see what kind of dish you want." Pulling his face to mine, our lips connected and I thought I was going to come just from that.

"We can't be rough. My back still hurts," I giggled as we walked toward my bedroom.

"That's fine. I didn't plan on it," Harry chuckled and kissed my forehead as I began to unbutton his shirt. As he tried to pull my pants off over my cast he was struggling.

"This damn cast is in the way," he grunted. I began to laugh and realized I couldn't bend over.

"Just keep pulling."

"That sounds too much like just keep swimming." Laughing as he struggled to pull my pants off, I just kind of stood there.

"Finally!" he sighed. "Well heloo miss no underwear."

"Prior planning prevents piss poor performance, Mr. Styles," I replied.

"I love it when you talk nerdy to me." He managed to pull his pants down his legs and I laid down, flat on my back; ignoring the dull pain. He climbed on top of me, making sure to hold himself up enough off my ribs and lightly kissed my neck, chest and torso. It honestly felt like my body was on fire. Like, full flames burning with a big roar.

"You're beau-"

"Don't even say beautiful. I look gross."

"Right now you look really pretty," he laughed and kissed me softly.

"Yeah,yeah," I chuckled.

"It's almost like you have a penis with your cast."

"Harry!" I guffawed. "I swear if you don't stop making me laugh." The pain in my back had become slightly annoying and I couldn't wait anymore.

"Is your back hurting?" he asked, the mood turning serious.

"No," I lied.

"Ellen."

"It's not even that bad!" I groaned as he plopped next to me, and laid his hand across my stomach.

"See? How'd I know you were lying?" he chuckled.

"Harry!" I whined. "It's been almost five months. This is so not cool."

"I agree, but I don't want you to be in pain in anyway. We can canoodle when you get your cast and brace off."

"That's two months from now!"

"I love you," Harry laughed and I was totally pissed off.