London Eye

Chapter 23: Doctor's Appointment

Harry and I walked into our room, kissing passionately.

Harry pushed me against the wall kissing me passionately and rough.

I took my jacket off and threw it on the chair at the desk in our room.

"Jump, babe." Harry wispered seductively in my ear. I jumped, wrapping my legs around Harry's waist, not breaking the powerful kiss.

Harry layed me down on the bed and hovered above me.

Harry got up off me and I sat up. I helped him with his shirt and he smashed his lips into mine again. He layed us back and, grinding on top of me on the way down.

"I love you." I said in the kiss.

"I love you too." He said, biting my bottom lip a bit.

"I want to feel you again." I rubbed my hands against his bare back.

"That can be arranged." He smirked into the kiss.

Harry pulled my flowy white shirt off and ran his hands up and down my stomach.

I unbuttoned his pants and he pulled them down. I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Harry." I pushed him.

"What's wrong?" He looked at me.

"I'm going to be sick." Harry's face filled concern and he off me and followed me to the bathroom.

I made it to the toilet in time and emptied all my stomach's content.

Harry held my hair back and rubbed soothing circles on my back.

"We need to find out why you are so sick." Harry said, concern clear in his voice. "We'll go to the doctor's tomorrow okay baby?" Harry gave me a genuine smile, rubbing my back.

"That'd be great."

"Let's go to bed for now?" Harry asked and grabbed my hand to helped me up.

"Let my just brush my teeth." I said.

"Okay."

"And Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Sleep like that?" I asked. Harry was in just his boxers.

I had no shirt but my pants were on.

"On one condition." Harry said and grinned.

"And what's that?" I asked.

Harry walked over to me and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled them down and they pooled at my ankles. "If you sleep like that." Harry smirked.

"We have a deal, Curly." I shook his hand.

"Good." Harry grinned.

"Now get out." I joked and kicked his butt.

I brushed my teeth and mouthwashed it and went to join Harry in bed.

He pulled me against his chest and he shivered at my cold back.

"You know I like your bra and underwear today." Harry seductively wispered in my ear.

"Do you now?" I teased.

"Yeah. But I'd like them better on the floor. When you're not sick anymore, I'll make sure to fulfill that goal." Harry said.

"Cheesey but I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on." I said making us both laugh.

"Goodnight darling."

"Goodnight Hazza."

(...)

"Violette! Please wake up!" Harry's pained voice called. I opened my eyes and to my suprise saw a crying Harry.