Plot 22

Chapter 7

Megan POV

"Uhhh, why?", I called out to him.

"What do you mean 'why' ", he asked, getting frustrated, "I have a broken leg, and I need your help".

"Who usually helps you do it?"

"One of the boys, but they're all busy right now. Megan, please. If I could ask someone else, I would".

He was right. I was sure that neither one of us wanted this. I put on a t-shirt and some shorts and walked into Harry's bathroom.

"Hey", he said. He was shirtless, and I assumed he needed help taking off his shorts. The bath water had already ran.

"Lean on me", I said to him. He stood up and put his body weight on me.

"Heavier than you thought", he said, laughing as I struggled. I took off one pant leg, and he did the other. "Avert your eyes", he said.

"Why?"

"You're getting ready to see me naked. I don't want you to get excited and jump me". I laughed.

"Harry, I'm pretty sure I can handle seeing you with no clothes on".

"Suit yourself", he said. He took off his briefs, and I helped him climb into the tub.

"Is the water too hot?", I asked.

"Nope. I'm fine".

I sat on the edge of the tub while he washed. He started to sing.

"When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change. Cause you're amazing, just the way you are. And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while. Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are".

"I love that song", I said when he paused.

"Me too. I used to sing it to Ashley".

"Mmm", was all I said.

He finished the song and finished washing. He put his arm around me for support. I couldn't handle all of his weight. I stumbled a little, and my first instinct was to reach out.

"OMG, what did I just touch?" He laughed.

"I think we both know the answer to that", he said, slyly smiling. 

"Sorry, I did it accidentally".

"Was it an accident, or have you been planning it for months?" This time it was my turn to laugh.

"Shut up before I drop you". He draped a towel around his waist, and we went in his room.

"Where are your clothes?", I asked him.

"Why?"

"I need to help you put clothes on".

"I don't think that-".

"Okay, Harry. Get dressed by yourself". I started to walk out.

"Fine", he said, "but Niall can't blame me if you fall in love with me". I laughed.

"I don't think that's going to be a problem". It took us a while, but we finally got him clothed. He laid on the pillows, and I got up to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room to go to bed".

"Can you....stay in here with me for a little bit?" I sighed, but agreed. I sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Sooooo".

I didn't think that we would have much to discuss, but Harry and I actually spent the entire night talking. We talked about the boys, our families, things that we didn't know about each other. I enjoyed it. I ended up falling asleep on the edge of his bed.