My True Soulmate (Harlena Fanfiction)

Chapter 27

Darcy

It's been 3 days since I've woken up from my coma. I've been healing properly but, with my inability to walk, I've been transporting to areas in a wheel chair. The pain has subsided a bit due to the pain killers but it's still very much existent in my abdomen and leg. Since the day that Ashton, Dakota and Zayn visited, the only person who has come to visit is Harry.

When I mentioned Scarlett, Dakota's face paled and she quickly excused herself along with Zayn and she didn't come back. Ashton hadn't come back either. Just Harry.

Quite frankly, I was okay with that. He was very much more than enough.

Today was finally the day that Harry takes me home. Where home is... I don't know. I'm not sure how to do this. How I'm supposed to move on with life when it's as if I'm being reborn but my knowledge is still kept and most of my memories are gone. What if I remember little thing? The doctor said that even the smallest of memories coming back can be extremely painful.

To be honest, I'm scared. I'm scared to hurt people emotionally... I'm scared because I can't even remember my own home. Maybe it was never a home to me. Maybe we constantly moved - I don't know! I'm tired and I just want to lay with Harry and sleep.

"Alright, I just checked us out of the hospital. Shall we get going?" Harry asked as he entered the hospital room once again.

I was situated in my wheel chair wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white jumper. Baggy clothes are appropriate for my injuries. My curly and dirty hair was in a ponytail at the top of my head, not helping at all with the massive headache but I had to do something with my awful unruly hair.

"Yes, let's go please."

He stepped behind me and pushed my wheelchair out the door. I gave the secretary a little wave before we left and before I knew it, I had to bear the pain of standing and making my way to Harry's Range Rover.

It was quite hard but Harry made it possible. He lifted me in his arms and placed me in the passenger seat. After putting my new wheelchair in the back seat, he sat in the driver's seat and started the car. His eyes widened at a thought and then he turned to me.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"Scared of what?"

"Being in this car after... after what happened."

I shook my head. "Nope. I love driving. I can't live without it. Accidents happen and if I die, well... God has a special room in the House of Heaven up there for me, I'm sure."

I thought the joke would've lightened the mood but his lips only frowned more. "Harry... I'm perfectly fine."

His eyes flickered down to my hand resting on top of his. He raised it to his lips and kissed my soft skin before nodding. "Okay." he muttered. But he didn't begin to drive.

"Harry?" I asked.

"Where do I take you?" he whispered. "Where - in your mind - is home? So I can take you there."

I shrugged. "Home is wherever you are, my love. Your house would make me feel comfortable, though..."

"Sounds great to me." Harry nodded. Before he begun to drive, I gently grabbed his chin and brought his face to mine, planting a passionate his to his lips. He smiled and shifted gears.

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Thankfully I remembered all the times Harry and I spent here at his... penthouse. I don't think I can go through the pain of remembering other memories at the moment! He took me to the couch but I brought us to the bathroom. I terribly needed to be bathed and I couldn't do it alone.

The nurse had put on waterproof bandages over my stitched up stomach and leg so I was all set on that. I started taking off my jumper but stopped when pain started etching its way down to my stomach.

"Help would be great, thanks." I exclaimed, sacastically.

Harry's eyes widened. "W-What?"

"I'm injured and need cleansing. You're the only other person here, so can you please help me?"

He nodded his head quickly. Slowly and calmly, he lifted the jumper off of my body with a lesser amount of pain than I had expected. I stood and leaned against the counters as he slipped my sweatpants and undergarments off. Thank God I was able to shave at the hospital because I was completely naked in front of Harry, minus the bandages.

When I looked up to Harry's face, he gave me a confused look. "What?" I questioned.

"Nothing. It's just that a typical girl would cover herself and feel self-concious but you look quite comfortable." Harry explained.

"Oh. Well that's because those typical girls think that the guy would judge them. I know you'd never judge me and, quite frankly, you make me feel beautiful."

He awe'd but said no more. His lips pressed to mine and he helped me into the bath that had been running. I laid back against the rim of the tub and let myself relax, closing my eyebrows. I heard clothes being thrown onto the floor so I opened an eye.

Harry was stood naked in front of me, manhood dangling around and everything (tee hee hee)

I watched as he gently pushed me back and sat behind me, my small body in between his legs. It was hard to lay back and relax against his body with his 'stick' poking at my back but I managed. Harry massaged my shoulders, rubbed my stomach, rubbed my back, washed my body and washed my hair, all while keeping caution with my injuries.

For once, since I've awaken from the coma, I forgot that I was even in pain. He was so gentle and smooth with his movements that I almost believed the car accident was a dream. In that moment, it was just Harry and I bathing together in peace.

"I love you, Darcy Grace Raine."

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