Harry's P.O.V

I nodded and stood, and Niall, Louis and Zayn all made the same gesture, but Liam pulled them down. “Let them have some time alone,” he muttered to them, and I smiled gratefully at them. They all returned my smile, encouraging me to take the steps that would lead me to Isabelle. The nurse smiled at me again, and turned and began hobbling away, and I followed.

The nurse chatted about anything as we walked down the hall and stepped into the elevator. As she pressed the button with the number seven on it, she was going on and on about her beloved little granddaughter. I smiled, but I wasn’t really listening.

Finally, we stepped out onto what I assumed was the private wing. There was nobody here. The nurse led me down a hallway, turned left, and we came face to face with a door. She gestured to the handle, “She’s in here, dear. She desperately wants to see you. All she’s been telling me is how much she loves you.”

I smiled despite myself. If only she knew how much I loved her in return. The nurse opened the door and I stepped in, and she closed it after me. I reached down and locked it. Then I turned back around.

There she was. She was beautiful. Her dark, luscious hair was splayed out across the white pillow that rested underneath her head. Her hands were crossed over her stomach and her full, pink, totally kissable lips were parted slightly as she sucked and dispelled air. Her eyes were closed. I gulped and began walking towards her quietly.

“Nurse Natalie?” she asked, her eyes remaining closed, “Did you bring Harry with you? You know I won’t open my eyes unless you did.” I almost laughed at how stubborn she was.

By this time, I was standing over her bed, and I bent down, caressing her cheek and touching my lips to hers before she could speak again. Her eyes shot open in surprise, but then she realised who I was, and she closed them again, her hands unclenching and reaching up to tangle in my hair. She sighed and I pulled back, reaching for a chair and sliding it close to me, and sitting down, holding her hand tightly. She grinned at me.

“Harry,” she breathed, and her smile grew even wider, “I missed you.” I nodded silently, “I missed you too,” I said, trying not to let my voice crack. She giggled and stroked my palm with her thumb, our fingers still entwined. I tried to smile at her, but it wouldn’t work.

“You know,” she said, and she wiggled around on the bed, “I’m naked under this hospital gown.” I did crack a smile then, but it melted off my face in a matter of seconds. She slipped her hand out of mine and sat up, turning on her side and propping herself up with her elbow, her head resting comfortably on her palm.

“Harry,” she said, frowning lightly, “What’s wrong?”

Something inside me just snapped. Here she was, lying in the hospital, asking me what was wrong? This had to be a joke, right?

“What’s wrong?” I spat out, and she recoiled slightly, but I couldn’t stop, “You’re actually asking me that question Isabelle?” I stood up abruptly, sliding my chair back, and I marched to the foot of her bed, pacing, “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re in the hospital, for God’s sake. And you have the nerve to ask me what’s wrong?”

She shifted back on the bed slightly, and I felt a little bit guilty, but I continued nonetheless,

“You’re in the hospital,” I repeated, “Because of me. Because I couldn’t protect you. And here you are, acting as if everything’s okay! Well, guess what? It’s not!”

I wasn’t mad at her; I was mad at myself. I was a pathetic failure. I couldn’t protect my girlfriend, I was weak. I couldn’t save her.

Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to slip out. She tried blinking them back, but that only made them fall. A single salty tear slipped down her cheek, and I immediately snapped out of it. She was crying. Because of me. Shit, I was terrible.

“Oh, no baby,” I whispered, rushing back over to her side. I dropped to my knees beside the bed and reached out to her, but she scrambled away from my touch. Hurt immediately washed through me. I froze.

“Harry,” she said shakily, wiping her tears away, “Why are you beating yourself up over this? It wasn’t your fault. It’s not like you can control if I had a panic attack or not—”

“You had a panic attack?” I exploded, and she nodded fearfully, “Has this ever happened before?” I demanded. She hesitated, but then shook her head tentatively, “No,” she said in a small voice. I buried my face in my hands. She’d had a panic attack, because of me. I couldn’t stop my body from convulsing as sobs racked through me. I leaned my head down on the bed and tried not to cry.

Suddenly, I felt the bed dip as Isabelle scooted closer to me, “Harry?” she whispered, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t want her to see me like this. She tried again, “Harry?” she asked once more, but I just shook my head. Eventually she sighed, and she detangled my arms from around my head and grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at her. I did, but not before wiping my eyes with my jacket sleeve.

“Are you crying?” she asked, incredulous. I shook my head and laughed brokenly, “Yeah,” I said, my voice a bit thicker than usual, “It’s what happens when water forms in your eyes and leaks out.”

She smiled and giggled lightly, and I couldn’t help but to smile at how beautiful she looked, even when she was make-up free and her hair was a little bit messy. She practically seemed to glow.

“Harry,” she said, leaning forward, so that our foreheads were pressed together. I breathed raggedly and stared into her beautiful brown eyes, wanting to kiss her so badly.

“Harry,” she repeated, “I love you, you know that?” My breathing hitched in my throat, and I just managed to choke out, “I love you too Belle. So, so much.” She smiled at me and pressed her lips to mine softly. I closed my eyes, just wishing that I could stay with her, like this, forever.

I stood, and she leaned up with me, never breaking our kiss. Quickly, I kicked off my shoes and hoisted one of my legs over onto the hospital bed, the other leg following. I slid into the bed with her, and she smiled against my lips as we lay side by side, kissing passionately. I cupped her chin in my hand and let my other fingers gently push her hair behind her ear. She sighed and then blushed.

We broke apart for air, and I kissed her jawline, making my way down her neck, and stopping at her collarbones. “I—love you—so—much,” I growled between kisses. She giggled and grabbed onto my hair, pressing my face harder into her neck. I could almost feel her smiling as she closed her eyes. “I love you too,” she whispered, bringing my face back up to hers and kissing me hungrily. I’d only known her for four weeks, yet I so extremely and irrevocably in love with her. I couldn’t stop a smile from forming on my lips.

I trailed my hand from her hair down to her back. Her hospital gown tied at the top of her back, but it was open from there. She was wearing an effing hospital gown, but she was still gorgeous. Her breathing began to quicken as I let my fingers brush against her bare back, trailing along her spine. I slowly drew small circles along her back, relishing the feel of her completely naked, warm skin under my hands.

She arched her body, pushing us together even more, and a throaty sound emitted from my mouth. She broke away and peppered kisses along my cheek and down my neck. Her hands found the collar of my jacket and she pushed it away from my chest, and I helped her take it off, throwing it across the room. I only wore a V-neck t-shirt underneath, and goosebumps rose on my arms as the air-conditioning hit me.

Isabelle pecked my neck once more before moving down to my collarbones, and she kissed my skin, everywhere. She then proceeded even lower to the top of my chest, pressing kisses against the ink that was revealed by my shirt. God, I loved her.

“I can’t even explain,” she paused, making her way back up to my face and kissing my lips again, “How much I love you, Harry.” A fire exploded deep in my stomach, and I suddenly felt as though I could do anything. We were moving so quickly, but things were perfect. I needed her; I loved her.

“Baby,” I breathed, pulling back slightly, “I want you.” She bit at her lip, looking so sexy, and hesitated. But before she could answer, there was a pounding at the door. “Harry!” I heard Louis yell, like a child, “Quit banging her and let us in!” There was a murmur of agreement from the other boys, and I groaned, and Isabelle giggled.

“Fuck off Lou!” I yelled back, my voice slightly hoarse. I heard a familiar cackle that could only belong to Niall, that cheeky Irish bastard. I turned back to Isabelle, who nodded. She didn’t look like she wanted to stop, but she pursed her lips, “Let them in Harry.”

I grumbled as I got off of the bed and snatched up my jacket, shrugging it back on, and she smiled lightly at me. I unlocked the door and threw it open, “What?” I practically snarled, and they all smirked, trying to hold in their laughs.

Louis was the first to crack, as usual, “Harry, mate!” he screeched, “Your lips are so red and puffy!”

Subconsciously, my fingertips flew to my lips, and I felt that they were a bit more swollen than the norm, most likely the outcome of what Isabelle and I had been doing. My body heated up, slightly embarrassed. “Whatever,” I growled, “Would you just get the fuck inside?”

I ushered them in, and they all crowded around Isabelle’s bed. She had resumed her previous position, lying down, with the linen of the bed pulled up to just below her breasts. All of the boys smiled at her sheepishly.

“I can’t help but to feel responsible,” Niall finally said. Isabelle laughed good-naturedly, “You weren’t even there, Nialler.” I was shocked at how comfortable she seemed around all of them, considering that she barely knew them, but she never ceased to amaze me. The rest of my mates looked just as chilled out, and I immediately vowed that I would get them to spend more time together.

As if reading my mind, Liam spoke up, “Isabelle, you and Harry are coming over tomorrow, whether you like it or not. I feel as though it’s time to properly get to know you.” Isabelle smiled, “I’d like that very much.”

Suddenly, two very exhausted-looking girls appeared in the doorway. “El!” Louis cried out.

“Perrie?” Zayn asked quizzically.

Perrie rolled her eyes, “Nice to see you too, darling.”

Eleanor smiled sweetly. They both stepped into the room, going to stand beside their boyfriend/fiancée. Perrie pecked Zayn on the lips as Eleanor planted a small kiss on Lou’s cheek. Then they both turned to Isabelle.

“Are you alright dear?” Eleanor asked, stepping closer to the bed. Isabelle smiled reassuringly, “Of course El. I’m completely fine.” El pursed her lips, at a loss for words, but Perrie spoke up, “Isabelle, what the hell happened?”

Isabelle shot me a worried look, but I nodded from behind everyone. “I—uh,” she began, “I had a panic attack.” Zayn looked very worried, “Has it happened before?”

“No,” my girlfriend admitted, and I pushed my way to the front of the small crowd, kneeling beside her and taking her hand lightly. She shot me a gratified smile, and I smirked back at her. Then she turned back to everyone.

“Seriously guys,” she explained a bit timidly, “I’m fine. It was a one-time thing, and it will probably never happen again. Now stop looking at me that way! It’s making me uncomfortable!” she giggled, crossing her arms over her face, trying to lighten the mood, and it worked. Everyone relaxed and took a seat. Liam pulled up another chair and sat down; Niall plopped down on the floor and crossed his legs like a schoolboy. El and Lou sat down, and Lou pulled his girlfriend onto his lap; Zayn lay down on the floor, his knees up, with his head in Perrie’s lap. She stroked his hair.

As for me, I just stayed kneeling beside my girlfriend, squeezing her hand. She smiled at me and leaned forward to plant a kiss on my lips. Slowly, conversation began to leak into our little group, and soon, we were as we usually were, laughing, cracking jokes, and just having a good time.

Isabelle and I, however, were quiet. Most of the time, we would laugh along, but other times, we would shoot each other meaningful looks. I leaned over to whisper in her ear, “I love you. I’m going to take you home tonight.”

She smiled gratefully at me and kissed my lips softly, and Lou made a face, “Stop it! I downed a great casserole today for lunch, but I’m pretty sure it won’t taste nearly as good coming back up!”

Everyone laughed.

Notes

Who's seen the You and I video? Harry was beautiful, I wanted to die right there! Anywho, thanks so much for voting and commenting and subscribing guys! This story isn't even close to over yet, so don't worry!

By the way, the answer to the question in the previous chapter is a)! I have two younger brothers, who are huge pains in my ass, by the way, but hey, they're family, right?

That awkward moment when you accidently call your teacher 'Mom' instead of 'Mrs."...

Also, I've just decided that the theme song for this story is "All of Me" by John Legend. I think it suits the story and their feelings for each other. :)

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