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PERSONAL IMAGINE
HOSPITAL BEDS
"Hospitals suck." I say as I stare at the white ceiling. A deep chuckle escapes Harry's throat as his thumb aimlessly strokes over the back of my hand.
He has been sitting her for hours and he told me he would wait until I can go home again. "Being sick sucks too." I continue listing the things that suck at the moment.
"You're gonna feel better soon, Lucy." Harry tells me with a helpless smile on his face.
"You could have taken care of me at my place, you know. Or my mom. It wasn't necessary to bring me into a hospital." I tell him and tear my gaze from the boring ceiling and instead look at a much more handsome view—my boyfriend.
"If you haven't noticed your parents aren't home for the weekend and I wasn't sure what to do with you being sick, so here we are." Harry explains to me and places a kiss on the back of my hand and then on my wrist and then further up my bare arm, "And it seems like it was a good idea because the doc wants you to the stay night here, so be grateful. It could have been worse."
"I know. Thanks, Harry," I sigh and wonder how I'm supposed to kill time in a boring, white hospital, "I forgot hospital beds. Hospital beds suck too."
"Yeah they do. Very lonely, eh?" Harry asks and raises an eyebrow.
I smile, "Actually yes they are," and lift my blanket to gesture him to join me. After Harry glanced over his shoulder and made sure that no one was looking and able to prevent him from joining me, he took off his shoes and climbed into the small hospital bed.
The bed is almost too small for both of us but somehow we manage to lie in a comfortable position, even though neither of us has enough space. My head rests on his chest and my legs on his. Harry has both his arms wrapped around me and maybe my stay in the hospital is not going to be as boring as expected as long as Harry is here with me.
Minutes, many minutes, elapse and Harry's chest falls and rises in a slower pace. So I close my eyes, in hope to get some sleep but Harry's voice prevents me from falling asleep.
"I love you, Lucy." Harry tells me in a deep and slow voice and I need a minute to realize what he just said.
"You really do?" I ask and look up to him. Harry smiles down at me.
"I really do." Harry answers and looks satisfied, now that he said it to me, for the first time ever in our relationship.
"I love you, too, Harry," I reply and he kisses my head, "You know, I imagined the place where we said 'I love you' for the first time a bit more romantic than in a hospital bed."
"I have some really cheesy but romantic songs on my phone. If you want I can play them and say it again. All you have to do is pretend I have never said it before." Harry suggests laughing and I shake my head.
"No, you idiot. I can't pretend you haven't said it before." I tell him and snuggle closer. His fingers travel up and down my arm and I close my eyes again. Even more satisfied than I was before, now that I know Harry loves me.
And at the end it doesn't matter where Harry said those three words to me for the first time. At the end it only matters that he means them.
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