A week later
“I can't believe that I finally can leave this place!” I exclaim as the doctor leaves the room. It's been a boring week. Just to be cooped up in this room, not to see anything other than the treetop that I see from my bed just outside my window or the empty hall outside. Of course I'm so thankful that I've had Harry here, he almost never leaves, he has been a real rock for my sanity. I love having him so near. It's been a long week though, they've done loads of tests on me and now I'm so sick of it. I'm thrilled to be able to leave.

“Me neither.” Harry say, sulking. He's been in a bad mood ever since I told him to go back on tour. I know he's worried about me, but he needs to go back. The guys needs him and he needs to go back for himself, I know he misses the music, the shows and the guys. It hurts me to see him this unstimulated. He's an artist, he needs to do something, not sit still in this hospital room.

He helps me to sit up with my feet over the side of the bed. My clothes is in a neat pile beside me and I start to undress the hospital gown that I'm wearing. Harry helps me with a soft hand, especially with the pants that's hard to get on with the cast. I realize how difficult this time will be until I get to take the cast off. His touch is electric and I feel a shiver go up my spine. I've missed his touch. I look at his features as he sits bent down below me, his straight jaw, those soft red lips and those amazing green eyes. He looks up at me and meet my stare. His eyes are filled with sorrow, which I hate, I don't want to make him sad. I stroke my hand over his cheek.

“Hey...” I say as I'm fully dressed in my own clothes. “Don't be like this.” I say as he stands bent over to have his head in my level.

“Like what?” He say and look down. I put my hand under his chin and pull it up to make sure that he looks at me.

“Like that. Don't be sad.” I say, poking on his cheek where his dimple usually is. That makes him smile, but it soon fades.

“I don't want to leave.” He say low, the pain showing in both his voice and his eyes.

“I know.” I stroke his cheek again, bringing him even closer to me. “But it's for the best. I'll just be sitting on the couch for a couple more weeks. You'll be bored out of your mind.” I nudge my nose against his.

“No, I won't, I can never be bored with you.” He kisses my lips softly. He's been doing that ever since I woke up, like he thinks that I'm going to break. I've tried to make the kisses harder and more passionate, but he always ends it before I get the chance. It's very frustrating.

It was so weird to wake up from that coma, I remember everything from the time I opened my eyes. The fear I was feeling, I didn't even know where I was or what had happened. I saw Harry, who I didn't know who he was, and my mind went crazy. I don't know if I thought that I had been drugged and kidnapped or what, but I was scared. My mind felt like it was filled with cotton, my body responded very slow and the fact that a strange man was leaning over me was terrifying. I feel bad for doing that to him, it most have been awful. When my parents came a while later I had gotten a lot clearer and my mind wasn't as thick as before. It felt good to see them, to see someone I knew. The nurses told me what had happened, but it all felt a little strange.

When Harry came by that evening my mind had all cleared up and as soon as I saw him, everything came back to me. His first touch, the first kiss, his smile, his laughter... everything. My heart filled with love and I knew that I had hurt him by the way he stood by the door, looking terrified. That he couldn't even look at me broke my heart and I knew that I needed to make it up to him somehow. But all I could think about was needing his love.

I'm glad he stayed, I needed him this week and I think he needed to be here too. But now I think he really needs to get back on the road. I wish I could too, but I can't manage it myself with this cast, so I have to wait just a little while before going back home. My leg seems to heal pretty good, so the doctor don't think it will have to be in a cast too much longer. I'm very happy about that, because just going to the bathroom is difficult. It's very hard to move around also, since my shoulder is still a little beaten up, it hurts like hell to walk on crutches.

My parents picked us up outside the hospital at four in the evening. They wheeled me out from my room in a wheelchair, it was hospital rules. It felt a little weird, I don't like to not be able to do something for myself. I had to walk that last bit from the lobby to the car outside, but Harry basically carried me the whole way. My parents smiled big as they saw us, they are trilled to have me back home with them, where they can keep an eye on me.

As we stop outside my parents house my mom brings my bag to the door and open it, while I get dad on one side and Harry on the other. They each have a hand hovering beside me in case I need it. I take small steps with the crutches, but I goes well. Thank god that it's only two steps up to the house, I don't think I could manage more. My condition isn't as good as it used to be. I've lost a lot these two weeks in the hospital. I lost a couple of pounds as well since I didn't eat anything when I was in a coma and the first days after waking up, my stomach was a mess. But now I can eat and will probably get those pounds back fast. I know my mom will cook too much food as I'm staying here. She likes to overdo it a little, but her intentions are good.

As I come inside the house and stop just in front of the stairs that leads up to the second floor, I realize that it's where my old bedroom is. How am I going to manage those stairs?

“I made up the guest room for you.” My mom say, probably seeing me staring at the stairs. The guest room is thankfully on the bottom floor and has a bathroom just outside. I smile at her and carefully hop my way to the room. She has made it very nice in there, the bed is made up and she has gotten a lot of pillows and magazines piled on the floor beside the bed. I need the pillows to keep my leg high, so it doesn't hurt so much. There is a window just beside the bed, making the afternoon sun shine through it, giving the room a romantic feel to it. I turn around and starts to hop into the kitchen to get some water when they all follow after me. I feel like I'm under surveillance.

“Do you need anything?” My mom ask from behind me.

“I'm just going to get some water.” I say and she rushes passed me.

“I'll get that for you.” She say as she enter the kitchen. I sigh as I stop in the middle of the hall. This is how it's going to be right? They are never going to leave me alone, always checking up on me? I guess it's sweet, but it's going to get annoying. I've gotten so used to living alone. I turn and see my dad smirking at me. I just roll my eyes as I turn around and head for the living room. I sit down on the couch and put a pillow on the table before putting my leg up. My mom comes with the glass of water and hands it to me. They all watch me take a sip, it feels weird having everyones eyes on me.

“We though we'd go out to eat something, leave you two along for a while.” My dad says and I feel pleased, that means that they can't watch me during the night, and that I will get some alone time with Harry. He's leaving soon and I need to make sure that he's okey.

“We left some money on the counter if you want to order some food.” My mom adds.

“Mom, I have money.” I say, feeling like a kid. Well, I guess here I still was a kid.

“You leave at eleven right?” My dad asks Harry, ignoring my statement.

“Yeah.” Harry looks so sad.

“Well, we'll be back before then and I can drive you.” My dad adds as he pushes my mom towards the door.

“You don't need anything?” My mom asks, worried as always.

“No mom, I'll be fine, I have Harry here.” I say and roll my eyes. My dad chuckles as he gets her out of the door and closes it. Harry sit down beside me on the couch. I take his hand in mine and braid our fingers together.

“Home at last...” He say, leaning back against the cushions.

“This isn't home.” I say and turn my body as much as I can towards him. He smile at me, giving my stomach butterflies. “Are we okey?” I ask.

“Why wouldn't we be?” He say frowning.

“Because I'm forcing you to leave.” I say and look down on his chest. He's wearing a white t-shirt, the wings of the birds on his chest showing.

“Well, I'm sure that I'll forgive you sometime.” He say and I look up into his eyes and he's giving me a cheeky grin. I stretch my tongue out to him. “As long as you're safe, we are perfect.” He say on a more serious note, stroking my cheek with his hand. His touch is warm and feel so good.

“Will you bring me to the bedroom?” I ask, looking serious into his wonderful eyes.

“Of course, are you tired?” He say as he stands up.

“No, I just want to lay next to you one last time before you leave.” I say as he picks me up, making sure that the leg is alright. I hold one arm around his neck, braiding my hand in his hair. He walks into the bedroom and puts me down on the bed, putting a couple of pillows under my leg. Then he climbs onto the bed himself, laying on his side, with an arm around my stomach. I braid my fingers with the hand on my stomach.

“Do you promise that you will be okey?” He ask low, his chin on my shoulder. I know he is hesitant to leaving. He's been pondering this for a couple of days now.

“Have you've seen my parents? They won't leave me alone for a minute.” I snicker, turning my head towards him with a smile. He look so devastated. I lean my forehead against his. “I will be fine.” I whisper before leaning forward and kissing his lips. He kisses me back a little hesitant at first but then the kiss gets more needing and he gets a hand into my hair, forcing my head even closer. He's half hovering over me by now and I feel the fire burn deep inside me. It's been so long since he kissed me like this. I've missed it so much. I get my hands into his hair, throwing his bandana on the floor.

His left hand slide down my throat and caress my breast, making me moan into his mouth. His hand move down my stomach, making my breathing speed up.

“Harry...” I moan as his mouth leaves mine.

“Mm.” He kisses down my cheek to my throat, making circles with his hand over my stomach. The feeling is incredible, I've missed his touch too much.

“I can't move. We can't...” I say a little breathless, thinking of the big cast on my leg, making it pretty impossible for me to move.

“You don't need to move.” He say onto my skin, giving me goosebumps before his hand easily slips under my sweatpants. He finds my clitoris easily and I moan out loud, thanking god that my parents left. I dig my fingernails into his back. Fuck his fingers feels good. I throw my head back as his fingers slip inside me. I want him. I want him so freaking bad. I start to pull off his t-shirt, wanting to see his sexy body and feeling it against mine. He helps me to get mine off, before he leans down to kiss my breasts as his hand continues his treatment.

“I want you.” I breath. He look up at me, his eyes filled with lust but also questioning.

“How?” He say as he comes up so our heads are in the same level. I think about it for a minute.

“Help me off with my pants.” I say, he smiles and kiss me before he sits up to help me get my pants off. He brings my panties down with the pants and I'm laying naked in front of him. His eyes is practically glowing from desire. I turn my casted leg to the side and wiggle my body a little so I'm laying on my side. I look back at Harry who's eyes are big and he has a sexy smile on his face. He easily slips out of his pants and lay himself behind me. Laying one arm over my stomach, holding me close as his mouth finds my neck, giving it love bites. I can feel his erection against my butt and I reach my hand behind me to grab it. He groans into my neck as I starts to move my hand slowly. His hand has started to massage my breast, playing with my nipples.

After a moment I want more and direct him to move. He knows exactly what to do and I lift my good leg up so that he get some room. I moan loud as the tip of him enter me, the feeling so nice. He moves slowly into the bottom of me before pulling almost all the way out. He kisses my shoulder as he moves slowly and carefully, making the feeling all too good. I don't know what to do with my hand and it ends up in his hair, his head in the crack of my neck.

His hand slips down to make insanely good circles over my clitoris, making me moan louder. I feel my body build up for an orgasm. My leg hurts like hell, but it's all worth it, the pain almost making the pleasure stronger. Harry senses that I'm close and his hand starts to move faster, but his hips keep the same speed. It doesn't take long before I feel myself exploding, shaking my whole body. He comes just minutes after, breathing hard onto my neck.

I lay there experiencing so many feelings. I'm so happy to have Harry here, I'm so satisfied for the wonderful sex, I'm exhausted and I'm in insane pain. How can these all feelings cooperate in my body? Harry pulls out of me and kiss my shoulder, holding me tight. I want to move, try to get some release for my leg, but I don't want his arms to leave me.

“You're in pain, aren't you?” He whisper against my shoulder. I smile for myself, knowing that he can't see it. I can't hide anything from him.

“Just a little.” I lie, I don't want him to feel bad for this, because I don't. This was the best thing that's happened since I woke up from that coma. He sits up and look down at me, with a worried stare. I smile at him, trying to make him not worry so much. He gets my pants from the floor and help me with them, pulling them up. Then he gives me my t-shirt and I sit up as I pull it over my head. He leans to the side and pulls his pants off the floor.

“Don't.” I say, putting my hand on his knee and he looks over at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” He asks confused.

“I like you naked.” I say smiling wide, making him chuckle. I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him towards me, kissing his lips softly.

“Can I at least put my pants on? It feels weird being naked when you're not.” He say against my lips and smile.

“Fine.” I say and he kiss my lips one more time before pulling his pants on, leaving his shirt on the floor. I lay down, trying to find a comfortable way to keep my leg.

“What can I do for the pain?” He ask as his pants are on. I reach my arms out.

“Come lie here with me.” I say and smile. The pain is insane, but I'm not allowed to take any more painkillers right now, I have to wait at least one more hour. Harry lays down beside me and nuzzles into my neck, holding me close.

“I can't leave you.” He whispers after a while and I know exactly how he feels.

Notes

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