*LIZZIE’S POV*


“Lizzie?” I heard my voice gently whispered, waking me up from my uneasy sleep. Squinting my eyes open as they slowly adjusted to the luminescent hospital lighting, I was somewhat pleasantly surprised to see Niall standing next to me. “Sorry, Liam told me to bring this stuff over to you guys.” He said, sheepishly offering up a poorly zipped duffle bag.


“Oh, yeah, thanks,” I whispered, slowly sitting up in bed and sliding out of Harry’s hold. Being the heavy sleeper that he is, Harry didn’t notice my growing absence from the side of the bed.


“Uh, how is he?” Niall asked, his gaze wandering from me to Harry’s arm.


“He’s fine. We actually should be out of here by morning.” I said, the tension growing between me and Niall as his eyes continued to wander around the room, averting my gaze. “Do you, uh, wanna come with me to grab some coffee downstairs?” I asked hesitantly.


“Sure?” He said uncertainly. Eager to get out, I grabbed my purse and walked out the room with Niall following behind me. “So what’s been up with you?” I asked after we sat in a few moments of awkward silence with our coffees.


“Uhm, ya know, just some band stuff,” he said, his blue eyes looking up into mine.


“Well fill me in.” I said with an encouraging smile.


“Mostly just focus on this album that we’re supposed to be releasing before the end of the year, but honestly, I don’t think that’s gonna happen. We joke around way too much to be that productive,” Niall said, finally cracking a smile. “Then we have this tour coming up, so we’ve been getting new updates on that daily. I can’t follow any of it to save my soul, quite frankly. It’s all new places and new venues and new hotels every night. The itinerary is so effin’ complicated; I feel like I need like an itinerary to break down the itinerary.” He said with a laugh before he looked down to take a sip of his coffee. “I’m sure you’ve heard basically the same load of shit from Harry about all of this, though. So, what’s been up with you?”


“Actually, Harry hasn’t told me really any of that...” I said with a fading smile. “But whatever. That doesn’t really matter.” Niall shot me a questioning glance before I quickly continued, changing the topic. “I actually just got a call from IMG in London yesterday! They want to sign me here!”


“Wow that’s fantastic! Congrats, Liz!” Niall said, flashing me one of his most genuine smiles. “Why didn’t you tell all of us yesterday?”


“Well, aside from Harry, you’re only the second person to know. I haven’t gotten the chance to meet with them to discuss my contract or anything, so nothing’s been signed, and nothing’s official, so I just want to keep everything on the DL for now.”


“Ahhh, I gotcha.” He said as he leaned back in his chair, causing his shirt to rise and expose some of his v-line. “Don’t worry.” Niall whispered, looking around in an exaggerated fashion, “your secret’s safe with me.” He winked, causing me to laugh. “Well, me and, uh, Harry.” He quickly followed up with.


“Sure it is.” I joked, rolling my eyes.


*HARRY’S POV*


When I woke up, I was extremely disoriented, and it felt like waves of pain were radiating throughout my body starting from my arm. Struggling to regain my bearings, I finally remembered everything prior to my comatose sleep. I immediately began to wonder where Liz was, but I didn’t have to wonder long because suddenly, I heard her laugh echoing down the hallway. Sitting up, I was completely distracted from the pain. Lizzie probably just went to get us some real food or something. Suddenly the door to my room swung open, and there she was… with Niall.


“Oh, so good to see that you’re awake!” She said, bending down to plant a quick kiss on my cheek.


“Yeah, mornin’ sleeping beauty!” Niall said, plopping down in the arm chair.


“How are you feeling?” Liz asked, bending down to look at my stitches.


“Fine,” I said gruffly before clearing my throat, just now becoming aware of how dry it was. “Can you, uh, get me some water, Niall?” I asked him.


“Sure, mate.” He said, hopping up from the chair before he left the room. Taking advantage of the alone time, I grabbed Liz’s wrist with my good arm- just before she stepped away from me- and pulled her back to me.


“Harry, what are yo-” she began to say, but I cut her off.


“Kiss me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. I pulled Liz closer, and she more than graciously obliged, bending down and letting her hair cascade over to one side of her face. I turned so that I was sitting off the side of the bed, facing her, before I pulled her in close between my now spread legs- letting my hands rest on her back slightly lower than her waist as she placed her hands on the back of my neck.


“Here’s your wat-” Niall started to say as I heard the door open. “Oh, sorry.” He said, clearing his throat as Liz hastily pulled out of the kiss… though I kept my hands exactly where they were, rendering her incapable of escaping.


“Thanks, Niall,” I said, somewhat cockily. I couldn’t help it.


“Well, I’m just gonna head out. I’ll see you guys later.” He said as he awkwardly turned and hurried out the door.


“Uh, bye..?” Liz half-called out, but he was already gone. She tried to squirm out of my hands, but I pulled her closer.


“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, smirking as she rolled her eyes before bending down to kiss me again.

Notes

Okay, well, here goes...
I'm in a bit of a dilemma. I really don't feel like continuing on with this story, but I have plans for Lizzie and Harry and how I envisioned it ending, so I can't just leave it like this.
I'm not sure what to do... because I want to go on, but I don't.
I'm going to be starting another story soon though, possibly tonight.
I'm sorry.. I'm just not really feeling Harry and Lizzie anymore.