Tempted

Chapter 18

Raven's POV

Not believing my eyes I blink multiple times, but when I look at the chart I still see Harry's name.

I put the chart back on the door and reach for the handle. When my hand is about an inch from the knob the door flies open and Louis walks out.

He stops once he sees me and his eyes grow wide.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He whispers.

Seconds later I hear a deep masculine voice that somehow sounds so heavenly it could be dangerous.

"Louis, who's there?" Harry says. His voice sounds kind of hoarse like he hasn't spoken in days, yet he somehow manages to sound so beautiful.

"No one." He yells towards Harry.

"You need to leave now." Louis whispers in a hurried voice.

"Obviously someone is there I can see their feet." I can just imagine Harry shaking his head at Louis' stupid response.

"It's just a nurse. She walked into the wrong room." He takes a glance at Harry before pushing me out of the room.

As the door is slowly closing I get a quick glance of Harry. He is looking through the door as well and our eyes meet.

He opens his mouth and before he can say anything he lets out a horrible wet cough.

I push past Louis and run into the room. When I reach Harry's side he has his left hand over his mouth and is bent over the edge of the bed with his head down.

"Harry, Harry are you okay?" I ask in an alarmed tone. I grasp his arm and try to tug his hand away from his mouth to make sure he is okay.

"Harry?" I whisper as I tug on his arm once more.

When he doesn't answer me I begin to get worried.

"I'm gonna call for a nurse." I say as I rush around the bed to push the emergency button.

As I reach for the button I feel a large hand wrap around my wrist and tug on it.

I look at Harry and he's looking at me through his lashes. He gives me a scared expression.

Freaking out I turn around and try to run out the room to get a nurse, but when I'm halfway towards the door I hear a roaring laughter coming from behind.

Harry is laying on his side clutching his stomach while mumbling something about me actually believing that.

"You're such as ass Styles." I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest.

"Ah come on I was just joking with you. I'm fine." He says as he stops laughing and lays back against the bed.

I give him a pointed look and stay where I am.

He throws his head back and pretends to be asleep with his mouth hanging open and fake snores fill the air. He stops snoring and peeks his left eye open to see if I'm still standing near the door watching him with my pointed look.

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair to push it out of his face.

"I'm sorry." He whines. "Please come sit next to me."

"Why should I?" I ask staying in my spot.

"Because I wanna make sure you are actually okay." He whispers.

Shocked by his answer I feel a slight blush creep up my cheeks turning them a light pink.

I bat my eyelashes and start to walk over to a chair that is seated next to the bed.