twenty one;
I felt uncomfortable and stiff. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry. I blinked alot of times to adjust my vision and made me remember.
Im in the hospital of course.
I lifted my head up and it felt heavier. I found out my head was laying on the side of Louis' bed
"Oh youre awake" Marge smiled
"oh.." i repeated staring at Louis again
"we bought you a sandwich" she tossed
"oh..thanks.."
"so what time are we leaving?" Harry asked
"leaving??? Cant we stay overnight?"
"Desiree we have work tomorrow."
"Yeah? And what we'll see that stupid ass Jake again?"
"Oh yeah about Jake you should definitely threaten him when you see him" Zayn says
"Desiree... we cant skip work."
"But Louis!"
"This is a hospital. Only relatives are allowed to stay....where is Louis' parents?" Marge says
"Should be on their way" Niall says
"Then who would watch Louis!" i whine
"We could watch Louis tomorrow. 6am" Niall shrugged
"Wait can i visit too?" i asked
"Alright." Marge smiles a bit
"So ill stay in my apartment and Jake might come out anywhere?" i scoffed
"You could stay in my-"
"No i dont wanna bother you Marge. Why stay in your apartment again and again when i could stay in my-Louis'-or-our house"
"Well..i guess....oh fine. But Harry should stay with you or at least someone"
"Alright" Harry nods
"Yay" i rejoiced but my smile faded away as soon as i looked at Louis again
"he'll wake up soon" Zayn said
"i hope he will" i sighed
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"I could stay at the couch" Harry says, stepping in the house. It's been awhile..
"No way! You can stay in my room" i smile
"I rather sleep on a soft couch than a hard floor." Harry scoffed
"I mean my bed..."
"You would really?" his eyes widens but then fades "No...No..no... Louis wouldn't like that"
"he wouldn't mind" i shrug "C'mon" I drag him upstairs.
I grabbed some of my clothes to change with from my closet. I turn around and found Harry already pulling his shirt off.
He smiled and placed a new one on.
"i-i i'll go change in the bathroom... one minute" i stammer
"Take your time" he says, still smiling.
I started dressing as soon as I came in the bathroom. I don't know why Harry's smile makes me feel uneasy. It's just an ordinary smile. Probably from last time. Past is past right? I wouldn't want Harry to sleep on the floor because how rude would that be?
I came back, finding Harry just standing right infront of the bed, doing nothing.
"You alright?"
