Chapter 7
Louise’s P.O.V
Neither of us mentioned the … moment we had had earlier, when we got back to my room. Relieved, I showered in the hospital facilities and went back to my room for the night. When I walked in, Harry was still there, slumped over the uncomfortable chair beside my bed, his lengthy body consuming the chair almost completely. I stood in the doorway, almost gawking at his simple exquisiteness. Startled out of my trance, he groans, stretching his arms above his head, and then bringing them down to rub his tired eyes. It isn’t until he begins to stutter that I realize I am standing in the doorway in only a large t shirt and my short bottoms. I quickly shuffle over to the bed, and cover my body, embarrassed. “I...Uhm” he stutters. I interrupt him for what seems like the thousandth time today. “You can sleep here, if you want” I motion to the space in the hospital bed beside me. Without a word, he climbs under the blankets beside me, undoubtedly keeping space between us. Reaching for the remote on the table next to me, I turn on the TV, creating any sort of distraction to avoid the awkward tension filling the air. What feels like an hour later, I begin to feel drowsy, really drowsy. This must be what the doctor was talking about earlier. Both Harry and I have pushed ourselves to the farthest sides of the pillow. Dozing off, my head begins to fall to the left, and having found that there is no more pillow, my head rolls, and my chin hits my chest with a soft thud. Snapping back up, I widen my eyes, trying desperately to stay awake. “Here” I hear Harry’s low voice say, as my head is lifted and placed back down on a soft, but hard surface. I look up on last time to see Harry’s eyes on me, and a smile crosses my lips. Putting my head back down, and giving in to my fatigue, I nuzzle more into Harry’s chest, finally falling asleep.
