An Unexpected Turn

"Mel, are you ok?" I can hear Niall's voice outside the bathroom door. I'm standing looking at my pale reflection in the mirror. I looked like crap.
"I'm ok, I think." I say opening to door.
"Woah, you look like death, love." I glare at him. "Like a beautiful death..." he continues.
"Stop Niall, I do look like death." I say sitting on my bed.
"What are you feeling?" he asks coming to join me.
"Nausea."
"Could you be..?" He says grabbing my hand.
"No." is all I say.

-.-.-

Turns out a had a bug after all. I spent all week sick and it was my chance to get last minute things done before the move. Niall left back to London the same night I got sick. He said he came just to see me but couldn't stay. He had golf games to play plus his group meetings. I was so proud of him for keeping his promise of getting better.

Hannah drove me to the airport on Friday. All my things were already at Harry's. I was so excited to be with him all the time. I still wasn't feeling 100% so I napped through the flight. In turn, it went by very fast. I was woken up once we were going to descend.

When I finally see his face, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly I didn't feel sick anymore. He stood in the terminal, wearing black skinny jeans, a plain gray shirt and his favorite tan boots. His hair in the bun I loved.

"Love!" he says as he takes me in his arms then giving me a kiss. I missed his taste, his smell, everything.
"I'm so happy to be here." I say.
"Ready for your new life?" he teases.
We walk to the pick up area where a big black SUV is waiting for us. Some people I didn't know were there also, I think they were part of the staff that helps Harry. A redhaired woman takes my carry on and a tall man holds the door open for us, rushing us to get in.

-.-.-

"Welcome home, my love." Harry says as he opens the door to his apartment, displaying his bright smile.
"Home." I say walking in, it had been a while since I'd been there.
"Your stuff is in our room. I hope everything is ok."
"I'm sure it is." I didn't care if everything was ok. All I cared about was Harry being mine, me moving in, my lips against his...
I wrap my arms around his neck to bring him down some. I press my lips to him, he seemed to want this as much as me. His kiss was a bit aggressive, his boner already pressed against me.
"I missed you." he says, his green eyes looking at me so lovingly. I felt a sudden rush of guilt.
"I missed you, too."

Harry leads us to our room where I sit on the bed. He takes off his boots and socks and walks over to get on top of me. His lips kissing my neck, his hands roaming through my hair.
It took me by surprise when everything felt wrong. Guilt was eating me inside. I couldn't be with Harry. I slid out from under him to sit at the edge if the bed.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks a little frustrated.
"It's just... You know I had a really bad bug all week and I'm still not feeling my best."

Actually, it's because I'm guilty as fuck.

"I know, sweetheart. It's ok, we will have lot's of time from now on." Harry takes my hand in his and rubs my knuckles with his thumb. He caresses my cheek with his other hand. His understanding smile warmed my heart.

Notes

GUILTY! Mostly filler. :)