Can you love me now, Zayn?

Chapter 22

"This fucking sucks", said Harry miserably.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, babe", said Zayn, side glancing Harry.

Harry had recovered fairly quickly from his bout with Strep Throat and Mono. Four weeks after that, he had surgery on his arm. He'd been in the hospital for only two days, and they were now on their way home once again.

"How does it feel?" asked Zayn, glancing briefly at Harry's arm which was in a cast, as it would be for at least 8 weeks.

"Well, it fucking hurts. Do you have to hit every fucking pothole?"Harry grumped.

"Sorry, I'll try to drive more carefully", Zayn said patiently. Harry was in pain and he was frustrated. After having gotten over Mono, the last thing he wanted to do was be back in the hospital for surgery on his arm, but as it turned out he had little choice. The rod they'd originally placed in his arm had shifted and it was resting on a nerve. The rod was removed and they replaced it with some type of bracket to support the bone. Harry would be laid up for another few days where he wasn't supposed to have any physical activity other than a short stroll around the neighborhood. He was annoyed by it all and it was obvious that he was going to find it difficult to be in a cast for the next two months. "I'm sure it hurts, but another couple of months and it'll be good as new. I'm going to swing by the pharmacy before I take you home to get your pain prescription filled. No point in suffering, if you have drugs to help, ok? So don't argue about it", Zayn said, just as he saw Harry's mouth opening to protest.

"This fucking sucks", Harry repeated.

Harry pouted in his seat as he looked out the window. He hated sitting around and lately it seemed that's all he'd been doing. It made him miserable and he knew he had to be careful not to take it out on Zayn. It wasn't his fault and he'd been a real trooper through everything. He had to remember not to snap at him.

"I'm sorry", Harry said, "You've been great through all this...health bullshit. I'm just really tired of it all and I just want to be normal again."

"I know you do, and I know it's frustrating, I can understand that. But the surgery is over, and now you just have to heal. I don't want you doing anything that might re-injure it. You have to give yourself time to heal, Harry. Ok? We'll just take it day by day. Two months will go by fast and you'll be out of the cast and good as new. Besides, it's not like you won't be able to do anything. After the week is over, you can pretty much do whatever you normally do anyway".

"Yeah, but I'll have a fucking cast on my fucking arm, Zayn", Harry snapped, instantly forgetting his resolve to not snap at Zayn. "I'm not even gonna be able to wank off by myself", he said seriously.

Zayn looked over at him with a frown, before they both started laughing. "Well, if that's all you're worried about, I'm sure I can...you know...take care of you...some other way", he laughed loudly.

"Glad you're volunteering", said Harry as he chuckled, "You only need one hand to drive, you know..."

Zayn looked at him, his mouth dropping in shock. "Harry Styles did you just...Oh My GOD", he said as he watched as Harry struggled to unzip his tight jeans with one hand. Zayn was laughing so hard, it was a good thing they were at a red light or he might have crashed the car. "Jesus Christ, Harry. Can you at least wait until we get home?"

"Fine, then drive faster", Harry shouted with a smirk.

"Oh my God", Zayn said again as the light turned green. He was laughing so hard he could hardly see straight. "You are a real piece of work".

Zayn drove for about a mile before he pulled over to the side of the road. He couldn't get the idea of Harry's dick out of his mind, the idea of it made his mouth water. It had been a long while since they'd been together, with Harry being so sick and then recovering, they hadn't fooled around at all. "I think I can go to the pharmacy later", he said as he turned the car around and drove home instead.