The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twenty-Three: Recovery and Small Doses

Spring's P.O.V
Bed.

Migraines.

Pain medicine.

Television.

Couch.

That's all I seemed to know this past week since I came home from the hospital.

I currently sat in my living room watching reruns of That 70's Show. My leg was propped up on the coffee table with a pillow supporting it. My parents weren't gonna be home for the day so they invited Harry over to be with me for the day. At first I was surprised since it was a boy they were speaking of, but I remembered that Nia was going to be here with me as well. I declined and told my mom it was fine, feeling kinda bad for being such a bother to him these past few days. He had done more than enough for me and I'm sure the boy could use some time to hisself. Nonetheless she insisted and called him anyway.

Nia was sat next to me eating a bag of cheese Itz quietly as we watched the screen. The doorbell sounded and my sister got up quickly opening the door.

"Hey Harry." She greets him.

"Hello Nia. What's up?"  His raspy voice rings throughout the house.

"Nothin much."

Harry walks into living room with what looks like a bag filled with Chinese food.

"Hey babe. I bought you some orange chicken since you wouldn't stop talking about it."

After surgery I always had really random cravings and although only having tried the dish once I found myself blabbering on about it since.

He sits next to me and pecks me on the lips.

"Thank you. You didn't have to." I smile widely at him.

"I know, but I wanted to. You're welcome. Now eat my love."

Harry handed me my portion of the food along with a fork and I started eating.

"How are you feeling?"

"A little sore, but nothing too serious."

He nods, "Ya know Niall was asking about you?"

I remembered the blonde boy and the conversations we would have at lunch about his comedic stories. Niall was a kind soul, although I had only known him for a little while he seemed really nice.

"Oh yeah? What'd he say?"

"He sends his love and a speedy recovery."

I heard footsteps emerge behind me and looked to see my sister who was now dressed.

"I'm going out. I'll be back before mom and dad get home." She winks and leaves the room quickly before I hear the front door shut, the noise echoing throughout the house.

I took a few more bites and took a sip from my water bottle before setting them down.

The clock read 12:30pm and the room was almost silent with the exception of the television murmuring in the background. Harry wrapped his arm around my shoulder as I rested my head on his.
 
I was so grateful to have someone like him in my life to check up on me and make me feel wanted. The way we met would have never lead me to think that this could ever be. He knew who I was. My family. My house. My disabilities. My passion for music. My passion for literacy. My mess of a mind. He knew everything. I am grateful to have met him.

"Thank you." I said as I buried my face into his neck.

"No problem, love. It's just food. I'm sure you'll make it up to me someday." He chuckled, keeping his eyes on the television screen.

"Not for the food. Just for being you." I stated, placing my lips on his neck, lingering a little longer than I had to.

I looked into his eyes as I seemed to have caught his attention.

"You're my girl. Of course. Don't thank me." His tone was low as he looked down at me.

"I just want you to know I appreciate you." I said, almost whispering it, letting my gaze shift sheepishly.

"Hey." Harry grips my chin, making my eyes meet his.

"Say it again."

I'm taken aback and do a triple-take at his words.

"Huh?"

I'm not able to form words, so I do the best I can as to not become a blubbering mess.

"Say it again for me. Go on." He urges.

"I just want you to know I appreciate you."

His eyes darken and his lips meet mine in a slow but passion filled kiss until he pulls away shortly, looks deeply into my eyes and smashes his lips against mine in a more rough manner. I feel his teeth graze my bottom lip and I feel my body quiver at the feeling. My hands find their way to the hair on the nape of his neck and I tug at it impulsively.  A groan emits from him and the sound makes me let out a noise that I never knew I could make. Butterflies are present in my stomach as he furthers the kiss. Asking me for entrance when his tongue grazes my bottom lip and I let him in tentatively, not knowing what it would feel like. I feel the temperature rising in the small room and I can't help but want more.

My fingers rake through his hair and they find their way to his chest. Our mouths never straying. It's like we almost forget we need the air to breathe as we feed off of each other endlessly.

"Babe." He stops, panting.

"If I keep going I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. I wouldn't wanna hurt you, love."

I give him a look and press my lips to his for another moment.

"Of course. I wouldn't wanna die before I could make it up to you." I smirk.

He chuckles and pecks my lips. "You cocky little shit."