You Can't Sing Without Air- Harry Styles Fanfic

47. Sick Girls Are Alright in Bed

Harry fumbles with his key card at the door of his apartment. Our little snogging session in the elevator shook him up a bit, I see. 

He finally scans the card, the door opening to reveal a large penthouse suite. I step inside. Harry pushes the wheelchair we've conveniently used as a luggage trolley into the room behind him. I reach the living room area and stop with a gasp. 

In the dim light I survey the view through the wall-to-wall windows. The city is lit up in lights and color, a view that is definitely an upgrade from my small hospital window. On the table sits a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses, a large vase of roses sitting beside it. 

I turn around to face Harry. 

"How did you..?" 

He smiles. "I had a bit of time in between taking trips back and forth bringing your belongings. I hope you like Sauvignon."

"I'm sure I do..." I say in wonder. 

Harry grabs my hand, pulling me in closer. His arms wrap around my waist, his hands so large around my small frame they almost encircle me. He leans down slowly, his eyes hungry and eager. I stand on my tiptoes so our mouths touch. He kisses me deeply, pulling me even closer in his arms. 

He pulls away, slightly breathless. I want his lips on mine but he doesn't give me a chance. 

He uncorks the wine and pours two glasses. I sip it gingerly. I don't remember the last time I had a drink. The hospital isn't exactly the best place for a wine tasting. 

The alcohol is heavy on my tongue. It slides down my throat easily, warming my chest. 

"You like it?" Harry asks. 

"Not as much as I like you." I tease. 

He raises his eyebrows. 

"Oh really?" 

"Mmhmm." I simply say in response. He smiles. 

I take another drink of the wine, turning to gaze out the window and survey the cityscape. Harry comes behind me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my head. 

"It's beautiful." I say. 

Harry kisses the top of my head. 

"And don't you dare say 'not as beautiful as you'," I say and he chuckles. "Get your own line." I tease. 

"Hmm, actually I was going to say 'not as beautiful as this wine'." 

I turn around and open my mouth in surprise. 

"Hey!"  

"Don't hey me, missus. I'm cute as hell." He says, teasing me. 

"Fuck yeah you are." The words tumble out before I can stop them. 

His eyes widen in surprise, and... something else. 

"Can I hold that?" He asks, grabbing my wine glass and putting it on the table. 

"Hey! I wasn't done-" I protest. 

He laughs, crouching in front of me and picking me up swiftly. I wrap my legs around his torso. He kisses me eagerly. He pulls away to kiss my neck and I laugh out loud.  

Grabbing my oxygen tank with one hand, he carries me to the bedroom, tossing me down on the king size bed and coming to lay on top of me. My hands run through his long hair as we kiss, his tongue dancing with mine.  

He takes his shirt off, kissing me. I tug the oxygen cannula off, throwing it to the side. Harry lifts the hem of my shirt. 

"May I?" He asks. I nod.