The Way Things Work

Chapter Fifty One

"So, you want to head in to bed?"

"Sounds good!" You chirped. "Oh wait."

"What's the matter? Do you want me to sleep on the couch-"

"What? No. I don't have any of my clothes, they are all still at Louis'."

"Babe, you can borrow mine." He smiled as he kissed your forehead.

"M-Maybe I should get mine-"

"Do I smell? Why don't you want mine?" He chuckled.

"Harry, you're really fit and skinny-"

"Your point being?"

"Honestly? I don't think that your clothes will fit me."

"Sure they will!" He insisted as he pulled you up from the couch and into your bedroom. He shifted through the drawers as he pulled out a pair of sweats and his famous Ramones tee shirt. "Here babe try these." He winked as he shut the door behind him. The pants fit the same as Louis' did, but as for the shirt it didn't fit. You sat on the bed and curled your legs as you tucked your head into your hands.

"I'm so fat you mumbled to yourself." You stifled the sobs but eventually Harry came through.

"So? How did it-what's wrong?"

"I'm so fat!" You cried out as he sat next to you and pulled you in for a hug. 

"You absolutely are not! Why do you think that?"

"T-The shirt doesn't fit." You murmured in embarrassment as your cheeks shot a fiery red.

"What are you talking about? The shirt fits you perfectly."

"No! Look how freaking tight it is!" 

"Sam, that's how shirts are supposed to fit. It hugs your body, it's not tight. I've seen tight and that ain't it. Look, I'll go grab one of your shirts, just wait here." He smiled.

"Thanks." You giggled sheepishly.

Harry ran downstairs and burst back into Louis' flat where they were all still talking. "Hey, whats the matter?" Zayn pondered at Harry's rushed act.

"I need a shirt for Sam."

"Don't you have shirts?" Sarah laughed.

"Yeah, but she thinks they're too tight and now she's convinced she's fat."

"Well was it too tight?" Niall perked in.

"No! It fit her the way a shirt is supposed to."

"There's the problem." Sarah interjected. "She doesn't wear clothes the way they are supposed to be worn, she wears them about five sizes too big."

"Well I'll work on it." Harry chortled.

"Yeah good luck with that, I've been working on her for years." She smirked.

"Hopefully I'll have more luck."

"So Harold." Louis snickered. "Have you told her about your 'big plans' yet?"

"I'm thinking of telling her in a week or so, over dinner. I want to let some things cool off first."

"Did you two get into a fight?" Niall suggested. 

"No, some things about her past came up at the hospital when Tyler broke in."

"Wait, back up. Tyler broke in?" Sarah looked puzzled. "As in her brother, Tyler."

"Y-Yeah." Harry shifted uncomfortably in the lime light as his hand rubbed he back of his neck. 

"What happened?"

"He broke the door and what not, but she's okay."

"Good." Sarah sighed.

Harry quickly grabbed a spare shirt from your drawer and ran back to you.

"Here you are." He smiled as you were sprawled out on the bed. "What are you doing babe?"

"Reading an email your mom sent me." You smiled cheekily over your phone.

"My mom sent you an email?" He looked concerned.

"Yeah, short and sweet. She heard about my hospital admission and asked f there was anything she could do for me. She's so sweet." 

"Yeah, I know." He teased.

"Mommy's boy." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"And proud of it. So what are you going to write back?"

"I think I may just call her in the morning, she left her number."

"Wow. She must really like you." He winked.

"Well it says here, 'I love you for whipping my boy back into shape'." You giggled.

"Liar, let me see." He took the phone and dropped it to the floor. "She's a traitor." He laughed as he pulled himself to hover over you. "So my dear, bed time?"

"I-I guess."

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." You plastered a smile on.

"Sam." He said warningly. 

"I'm afraid of what will happen when I'm asleep."

"The night tremors?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I know it's st-"

"Don't even finish that sentence." He let his body come slightly closer to yours as he pressed a gentle kiss to your nose. "If anything happens, I expect you to wake me up. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." You saluted as he smirked. He pulled the sheets back and you crawled underneath them. Harry fell under them shortly as he pulled you close with his hands around your waist, his bare chest to your back and your legs woven together. He placed a sensational yet small kiss on the back of your neck as he mouthed the words 'I love you' on the back of your neck.