*Regan's POV*
“Baby boy aye?” I said to him teasing him about what his mom had said before she left. Harry turned a shade of pink and turned his head towards the window to try to hide his blush. I had finally embarrassed the embarrass-er and it was so cute.

“Shut up.” He responded, quietly sounding hoarse from being woken up so abruptly. When he looked at me, his eyes showed to be a jade and cerulean mix today and if I continued to look into them I would be hypnotized.

“So you’re the youngest then? I thought it was Gemma.” I replied looking down at my phone to text Peyton back and to break the spell that I was sure Harry was putting on me.

“Yeah she’s 22.” Harry responded weakly then laid back on the pillow shutting his eyes.

“Are you okay? Are you gonna be sick again? I can call a nurse.” I got up and got ready to push the call button when Harry chuckled and replied.

“Can you not be a spaz please? I’m just tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night and the sick fit didn’t help.” He said peeking at me through one eyelid, then closing it.

“The meds nurse?” I asked

“Hmm?” Harry responded sleepily.

“Did you not get much sleep because of you and the meds nurse?...” I trailed off not being able to finish my sentence, the thought of Harry kissing, touching, or even looking at her made my stomach twist into knots. How old was she anyway? Definitely older than Harry and me. Twenty-five? Thirty? Whatever it was, she was surely too old to be hitting on a 19 year old!

“No, it was the dream...” Harry said with his eyes still closed.

“What dream?”

“The one where you talk too much! Can I sleep please?!” Harry snapped. His voice was so husky that it sent chills down my spine. He’s even sexier when he’s tired and annoyed.

“Well I’ll stay with you until Dr. Baker gets here. She said she’s coming to check on you.”

“You don’t have t’...” Harry trailed off falling asleep before he could finish his sentence and I sat in the chair next to his bed, falling asleep shortly after him.

---

When I woke up my head was on the bed in my arms. Harry was scrolling through the TV channels with his tongue sticking out slightly passed his lips and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to settle on something to watch. My eyes went from his face to his bare chest. He had taken off his hospital gown. My gaze unknowingly started to roam around his shoulders and arms as I noticed all the tattoos that I couldn’t see before. There were two swallows right beneath his collar bone, James Bonds lucky gambling number 17Black right above the left swallow, the letter ‘g’ on his right shoulder, and the letter 'a' and some Hebrew writing on his left. The only ones that I knew he had were ‘things I can’, ‘things I can’t’ and ‘I can’t change’. Now instead of 3 tattoos there were at least 40. My face flushed when Harry caught me looking at him.

“Do you like the tattoo’s? Or is it something else?” he asked grinning at me mischievously.

“No. I mean yes they’re nice but... Why are you naked?!” I shouted trying to change the subject. Harry smiled and then looked back at the television.

“It’s hot in here, that thing was itchy, I couldn’t breathe, and you were asleep so...” He whined. I glanced around the room to find the clock. It was only four fifteen and Dr. Baker wouldn’t get here until five.

“Well then you ask for someone to turn the air conditioning up and get a different gown. You don’t get naked!” I retorted.

“Just relax glasses. It’s not like I’m completely naked anyway.” Harry ripped the sheets off of him that covered his bottom half revealing black boxer briefs that read Jack Wills around the band and hung lowly around his narrow hips. When he stood up out of bed I saw two more tattoos, a giant butterfly on his abs and a tiny tattoo right above the deep groove of his v-line that read ‘might as well’ and I went slightly dizzy at the sight of him, Jesus. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding when Harry yanked the IV out of his arm.

“What are you doing?! You can’t do that!” I warned him. He started rummaging through the drawers in the room and found a box of bandages. He opened one up and put it on his arm where the IV was and walked passed his bed opening a door.

“Where are you going now?” I asked.

“To the toilet for a wee glasses. Is that alright?” He responded exasperated and closed the door.

“I’m not even wearing glasses today! Why do you have to be such a smart ass?”

“Because it’s better than being a dumb ass?” Harry responded and I couldn’t help but laugh. When he came out of the bathroom he got back in his bed, got under the covers and looked at me allowing his lips to curl up at the corners. He would almost look innocent right now if it weren't for all of the ink that graced his body. He was the best canvass and as far as I'm concerned, he was the work of art and the tattoos were just an extra additive.

“That was kind of scary you know. No one knew what was wrong with you back at Maudsley.” Harry grinned at me then moved over on his bed slapping the space he just made as a gesture for me to sit down. I hesitated at first but went and sat next to him as we watched TV.

“Can you turn it up a bit? I can’t hear it. Never mind, I’ll do it”. I said and as my hand reached for the remote our hands touched. My stomach tightened and did flip flops when our gaze met and it happened again, but this time it was me.

I leaned my face in to kiss Harry and his lips crashed into mine again. The kiss was soft at first, but then grew more hungry and feverish as we continued. I tried to break free as my focused side became aware of my actions, but Harry grabbed the back of my head gently nipping and sucking at my bottom lip begging for entry. I opened my mouth; too lost in the kiss to stop now. Our tongue’s fought epically for dominance and Harry’s won. As he wrapped his arm around me and slid me on his lap, I could feel his hard-on on the back of my thigh. He snuck his hand under my shirt and began to run little circles on my lower back then descended his hand to grab my ass when we suddenly heard someone clear their throat at the door.

We stopped and I jumped off of his lap and off the bed when we saw a nurse. Harry’s eyes turned dark forest green and void themselves of the hint of blue that was apparent today. It was the same color that I saw in when he was in his session with Dr. Baker and got angered with her when she asked about home. He began to look angry at the loss of contact, loss of contact from me. The nurse started grinning and chuckled when she spoke.

“Mr. Styles has a visitor. I knocked but I guess you guys didn’t hear it. I just wanted to make sure you were descent before I sent her in.” She said smiling afterwards finding humor in the situation while I was mortified.

“Thank you” was all I could manage to say as the nurse walked out. When I looked over at Harry, his breathing was rugged and his lips were still puffy from the kiss. There was the sexiest smirk on his face, but I couldn’t help but feel horrible. I gathered my things and straightened my shirt as Dr. Baker came in. I couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Harry right now so I told her I had to leave early. She told me ‘thank you’ for letting her know about Harry again before I quickly left the hospital.

Notes

Bonus I'll upload one more chapter tonight ;)