Keep Me Warm
Chapter 4
*Sophie's POV*
I woke up, but I didn't want to open my eyes yet. I would have liked to just keep them closed. Telling myself I would only open them if I felt Harrry shift beside me. Harry. Panic rushed through me as I noticed the absence of his heat from my body. Forgetting to open my eyes, too afraid of being alone, I reached to my right and quickly grasped the warmth of another's hand.
"Sophie?" I sighed with relief as my body relaxed at the sound of Harry's low, raspy voice.
I slowly opened my eyes, looking in the direction of the voice. I was startled when I found him sitting in a chair beside me. He lifted his head from resting on the bed and I immediatley noticed the dark circles under his eyes. At first I really didn't know where I was, but I instantly recognized my surroundings. I looked down at the white sheets that covered me and the white gown I was wearing. I was in a hospital. There was an I.V. in my arm, and I didn't really understand why I was here. I slowly turned to face Harry, revealing the look of confusion that had came upon my face.
"I wanted to make sure that you were okay," he said hesitantly, "So I waited for you to fall asleep and brought you here.
"How did I not wake up?" My eyes widened a little upon the discovery of how quiet and raspy my voice was.
"Well.." he started, blushing slightly before he continued. "You weren't really willing to let go of me, and I didn't want to wake you, so I texted Louis to come pick us up. Then, when he got to the flat, I carried you down to the car and laid in the back with you until we got to the hospital. I didn't want you to have to walk and you were holding on pretty snugly, so I carried you in and here we are." He glanced around the room as he finished then looked at me again.
"Sorry." I whispered, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks upon hearing the word 'snugly'.
"Don't apologize," he said in a soft, comforting tone. "I was too scared to let go of you even when we got here."
I watched as a pained look took him over. I prayed that he hadn't been up all night torturing himself thinking about what had happened to me. He had to have a lot of questions, ones that I wasn't ready to answer yet. I knew he hadn't asked them out of fear of how I'd react to even the thought of it. I felt more and more guilty as I obsereved the deep circles under his eyes once more. It looked like he hadn't slept in days, and it made me wonder how long I'd been here.
*Harry's POV*
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked, at the moment it seemed to come out of the blue.
"It's been two days," A quick smirk came over my face as she dramatically dropped her bottom jaw in shock as she let out and exhaling chuckle. A worried look came over me as she cringed a little and coughed. I was surprised when she laughed again, ignoring the pain. She then looked up at the clock on the wall that read 12pm
"So when did you get here?" She asked curiously.
"I never left," I mumbled, slightly embarrassed that I'd been sitting here for over 48 hours without getting a single bit of sleep. I didn't really want to tell her this, but I figured that my tired eyes had said enough. I could tell this took her by surprised as she stared at me for a minute, then began observing her body.
She was still heavily bruised, and it broke me seeing her in this condition. I can't stand knowing that someone hurt her, and I wasn't there to protect her. We've known eachother since we were kids, and we've been best friends since the day we met in preschool. Life was so much easier then; less serious. I love her, and I have to know that she is going to be okay.
The night when I find her, I was horrified. How could I let this happen? I should have been there to stop it and none of this would have happened. It's hard to think how everything could change now. I pray that she won't shut me out, or shut down completely. We've always been so open with eachother, and I want her to be able to trust me as much as I trust her. Seeing her smiling in front of me and laughing reminds me of how strong she is. I love that about her; she's strong and she never loses hope. When she falls -no matter how hard- she always gets back up again. Who wouldn't admire that?
I woke up, but I didn't want to open my eyes yet. I would have liked to just keep them closed. Telling myself I would only open them if I felt Harrry shift beside me. Harry. Panic rushed through me as I noticed the absence of his heat from my body. Forgetting to open my eyes, too afraid of being alone, I reached to my right and quickly grasped the warmth of another's hand.
"Sophie?" I sighed with relief as my body relaxed at the sound of Harry's low, raspy voice.
I slowly opened my eyes, looking in the direction of the voice. I was startled when I found him sitting in a chair beside me. He lifted his head from resting on the bed and I immediatley noticed the dark circles under his eyes. At first I really didn't know where I was, but I instantly recognized my surroundings. I looked down at the white sheets that covered me and the white gown I was wearing. I was in a hospital. There was an I.V. in my arm, and I didn't really understand why I was here. I slowly turned to face Harry, revealing the look of confusion that had came upon my face.
"I wanted to make sure that you were okay," he said hesitantly, "So I waited for you to fall asleep and brought you here.
"How did I not wake up?" My eyes widened a little upon the discovery of how quiet and raspy my voice was.
"Well.." he started, blushing slightly before he continued. "You weren't really willing to let go of me, and I didn't want to wake you, so I texted Louis to come pick us up. Then, when he got to the flat, I carried you down to the car and laid in the back with you until we got to the hospital. I didn't want you to have to walk and you were holding on pretty snugly, so I carried you in and here we are." He glanced around the room as he finished then looked at me again.
"Sorry." I whispered, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks upon hearing the word 'snugly'.
"Don't apologize," he said in a soft, comforting tone. "I was too scared to let go of you even when we got here."
I watched as a pained look took him over. I prayed that he hadn't been up all night torturing himself thinking about what had happened to me. He had to have a lot of questions, ones that I wasn't ready to answer yet. I knew he hadn't asked them out of fear of how I'd react to even the thought of it. I felt more and more guilty as I obsereved the deep circles under his eyes once more. It looked like he hadn't slept in days, and it made me wonder how long I'd been here.
*Harry's POV*
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked, at the moment it seemed to come out of the blue.
"It's been two days," A quick smirk came over my face as she dramatically dropped her bottom jaw in shock as she let out and exhaling chuckle. A worried look came over me as she cringed a little and coughed. I was surprised when she laughed again, ignoring the pain. She then looked up at the clock on the wall that read 12pm
"So when did you get here?" She asked curiously.
"I never left," I mumbled, slightly embarrassed that I'd been sitting here for over 48 hours without getting a single bit of sleep. I didn't really want to tell her this, but I figured that my tired eyes had said enough. I could tell this took her by surprised as she stared at me for a minute, then began observing her body.
She was still heavily bruised, and it broke me seeing her in this condition. I can't stand knowing that someone hurt her, and I wasn't there to protect her. We've known eachother since we were kids, and we've been best friends since the day we met in preschool. Life was so much easier then; less serious. I love her, and I have to know that she is going to be okay.
The night when I find her, I was horrified. How could I let this happen? I should have been there to stop it and none of this would have happened. It's hard to think how everything could change now. I pray that she won't shut me out, or shut down completely. We've always been so open with eachother, and I want her to be able to trust me as much as I trust her. Seeing her smiling in front of me and laughing reminds me of how strong she is. I love that about her; she's strong and she never loses hope. When she falls -no matter how hard- she always gets back up again. Who wouldn't admire that?
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