Antisocial [h.s]

[thirty]

A/N Unfortunately I posted about four chapters within the same week so now I have complete writer's block, so bear with me.

[blake]

"Hey, babe, do you want to leave?" I was gently shook awake by warm hands that I already knew who they belonged to.

I smiled and nodded at my favorite brown curly haired lad. "I need to get changed though," I spoke groggily and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

"I can help you with that," he grinned and I rolled my eyes whilst my cheeks reddened with heat.

"I'm sure you could," I smiled and sat up, letting my legs hang off the bed. "Can you hand me the bag I packed?" I asked and pointed to the gym bag in the closest corner of the room.

"Sure."

He walked over and picked it up, returning to me and setting the bag beside me. "Where is everyone?" I asked curiously, noticing the emptiness.

"Zayn, Perrie, Niall and Ashton all had coursework to do and Liam decided to wash your blankets and make sure you had the post-op things you needed," Harry explained whilst I rooted through my bag, finding my joggers, sports bra and jumper. "And I decided to be the one to escort you back to your room."

"How chivalrous. Can you close the door please?" I asked and he nodded, jogging around the bed and nudging the door closed and then faced me. "Now turn around,'' I grinned, my voice full of mock enthusiasm and he frowned but complied.

I stood up slowly, my abdomen sore. I untied my gown and let the fabric pile at my feet and I shivered as most of my skin was exposed, my only items of clothing being my knickers and socks. I pulled on my sports bra, finding more comfort than a normal bra thankfully.

"Can I turn around now? The door isn't as nearly as attractive as you are,'' Harry chuckled and I rolled my eyes, not replying. "Yup, the door is definitely not as attractive as you are,'' I could hear his voice facing me and I shrieked, pulling my joggers up all the way and I heard his loud laugh ringing out in the way I adore.

I looked over my shoulder and mock glared at him. "You're horrible.''

"Well, you're beautiful, so you balance things out,'' he smiled cheekily and I tried to fight the urge of curving my lips upward but it was no use.

Harry walked towards me and stood in front of me, my jumper still lying on the bed. "You're kind of beautiful too,'' I spoke quietly, looking at my socked feet.

"Thank you.''

Harry rested his warm hands on my hips and took a step closer to me, I raised my head as his thumbs gently stroked my sides, warming up my entirety. He lowered his lips to my ear and I lost air in my lungs, my breathing stopped completely. "The more surgeries you have, the more scars you have, the more places I kiss to heal,'' he whispered and pulled away, speaking normally, "That is if it's okay, I mean.''

"Um," I cleared my throat as I tried to breathe, "Yeah, uh, maybe.''

He just laughed. "Blake, I know that that won't happen for a while, I just wanted to see you breathless.''

"Okay,'' I chuckled nervously and nodded.

He smiled and kissed my forehead, reaching behind me for my jumper. "Arms up,'' he instructed and I complied, grateful I had shaved my underarms this morning in the shower before I left for the hospital. He gently slid the jumper down my body, my arms and head fitting through the holes, I felt all snug when he let go, my body covered in comfort clothes. "You're adorable,''

"I care more about comfort,'' I admitted and he smiled.

I suddenly felt the desire that's been growing for weeks so I knew the only way to settle it. I stood on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around Harry's neck, tugging him down slightly and pressing my lips to his softly, my heart rate instantly speeding up. I felt Harry smile and wrap his arms fully around my waist, leaning down more so i'd be more comfortable on flat feet.