Harry’s POV
“Har-“ She tried to sit up right but cried out from the pain, my arms went around her trying to soothe her back into the bed sheets. The door behind me burst open and the nurse ran in.
“I told you to make sure she doesn’t move.” She said sternly, my arms were still around her when she lay down. I noticed her eyes were squeezed shut, as though she was clinging on for her last breath.
“She has a mind of her own.” I smiled to myself then realised Sam was smiling slightly too. Taking her hand back into mine I scooted the chair closer to the bed.
“Hey watch it.” The nurse said, eyeing me up and down before walking out of the room. I swear I heard her mumble something about young love, even though she looked not too older than us.
Sam’s eyes were watching mine and I placed another kiss to her hand.
“You-you have big hands.” She said quietly and stuck her tongue out at me. I felt myself let out a small laugh and I leaned down. My breath hovering lightly on her cut forehead. Before I placed a small kiss to the skin. I saw her eyes flutter when I did and she held onto my hand tighter. My thumb ran up and down her small one gently and I kept my lips there.
“Harry?” I heard her whisper below me, when I looked down her big brown eyes were watching me.
“What is it beautiful?” My own voice whispered, my hands were now stroking her cheeks with as much care as possible, whilst I kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips lightly. She was barely able to move them back from the pain and I felt her wince slightly.
“What’s wrong did I hurt you?” I said breathlessly and as fast as humanly possible. If I had hurt her I don’t know what I would do.
I watched as she shook her head a little and opened her mouth against mine to speak.
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Samantha’s POV
“I think- I think I love you.” I glanced up at him, ignoring the pain my body was screaming at me. Half of me was still numb and I could feel the aches from the gashes in my body setting in. But I didn’t care, he was here and I was too. I needed to feel his soft lips against mine one more time. I pushed myself upright into a sitting position, his strong arms around my back helping me.
His long fingers brushed the hair out of my eyes and I felt my cheeks blushing uncontrollably. Suddenly my breathing had gotten slightly worse and I was finding it harder to breath at a normal rate. His hands brushed along my cheek and then they were stroking my hair, my head leaning upon his shoulder. It felt so good. He took the pain away.
“You know when two people love each other they will do anything for the other.” I felt myself nodding, waiting for him to carry on. His velvet voice, calming all the hurt in my body. “I’m gonna do everything and anything you want for you Samantha.”
“Mine name is Sam.” I croaked out and I watched the corners of his perfect mouth rise into a smile. His hands cupped my face lightly and his lips pressed against mine for another time. My tubed up arm came around his neck and I ran my barely moving fingers through his brown curls. I opened my mouth against his wider and I felt him give into me more. Our lips softly joining together and moving in harmony. His soft fingers brushing up and down my neck, caressing the bruised skin with ease.
“I was told not to let you move.” He smiled into my lips and I placed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, my eyelids were becoming heavy again and I felt myself slumping against his warm body.
“It doesn’t hurt now that I know you are here.” I mumbled out and I felt my body falling from fatigue. His strong arms laid me down and his lips brushed my forehead one more time. “Sleep with me…” I managed to speak before my body finally gave away. Every muscle and nerve switching off into darkness.
The covers shift slightly and Harry is re arranging them over my barely moving body. His hands running up and down my arms and face lightly. “There isn’t much room Sam I don’t want to hurt you even more.”
“Please.” I pleaded. I needed my dreams to whirl me away whilst I was completely safe in those golden tattooed arms.
“I’ll get kicked out…”
“Since when did you care-“ I doubled over and started to cough violently, my whole body was shaking and I felt my stomach about to empty its contents onto the hospital floor. The nurse ran in once more and Harry was right next to me, holding my shaking body in his arms. A bowl was passed in front of me and I started gagging into it. Harry moved around behind me and pulled me back against his chest.
We were sat on the bed, his legs either side of my small ones.
I felt my lips cry his name and my head leaned back against him for support. He was stroking my back and whispering for me to calm down in my ear.
“Sometimes the painkillers can make them a little disorientated.” I heard the nurse murmur before I throw up in the bowl in front of me.
“Gross…” I said breathlessly and Harry laughed behind me, running his fingers through my hair and placing small kisses to the back of my neck.
“Plus I did tell you not to move too much. After experiencing a blow to the head like that and having fits all through the time you were in here-“
“Wait I was having fits?” I said, looking up at her. She had a small face and small bony features. Her brown hair was pulled into a pony tail high on her head and her lashes seemed too long to be real.
“Well you did hit your head extremely hard sweetie. You need to rest.” Nodding I passed the sick filled bowl to her and she walked into the bathroom to empty it. Harry’s lips were on my neck again and I sighed once again with the defeat of fatigue.
“Please sleep with me Harry…”
“Absolutely not.” The nurse exclaimed before she forced Harry away from behind me and they both helped me to lie back down on the sheets.
“Please.” I reached slowly for Harry’s large hand and it engulfed my small one, our fingers entwining with delight.
“Oh fine but he has to sleep in the chair. You need a bed to yourself.” She switched the light of, so there was only a faint glow in the background from the night light and placed a couple of blankets on the chair next to the bed. “Now sleep darling. You need to rest your head.”
She left through the door and Harry kissed my lips softly. I felt myself moaning quietly for more but he protested.
“I don’t want to hurt you Sam you know that.”
“I’m not a toy.”
“I know. But right now, you are like as fragile as a china doll.”
“I’m not a doll either.”
“Are you arguing with me about what species you are?” He smirked up against my lips and I leaned up to kiss him again but whimpered from the pain.
The last thing I remembered before I drifted off into another heavy sleep was Harry’s hand caressing mine and his other stroking my what must have looked like a mess of hair.
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Every day Harry would come and talk to me, sit with me, kiss me and hold me. Sometimes even the guys would come around and we would have huge games of cards on my bed. Harry was always with me on a team, number one because I was awful at cards and number two because having a broken arm was restricting how many cards I could hold and deal at once. They always made me feel so much better and before I knew the recent happenings were barely sparking in my mind.
Tanya visited me a couple of times. She would do my nails, use as many heat tools on my hair as possible and then run off to see Donny. Most people would have been bothered by this, being used for her own little toy and then left for someone else. But for some reason we were becoming closer and her stories about Harry were making me smile more and more every day.
The band was getting more gigs everyday too. Normally in the evening after Harry had been with me all day he would have to leave for a gig. But waking up the next morning, his hand was always in mine and he was always asleep in the armchair next to me. His brown messy curls tousled from fatigue and his dark lashes fluttering on his closed lids. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, at some point the nurse had to try and talk me out of pushing a bed into my room for him to sleep in. I just felt so awful, not being able to get out of the bed to switch with him.
Peeing was the worst. Harry and the nurse would have to try and pick me up out the dishevelled bed and help me walk across the room to the toilet. It was only a few steps away but every time my feet touched the floor I would crumble and cry out, Harry’s arms were somehow always there around me in time.
I was getting better at it though, I could now walk to the toilet at a slow pace on my own. Harry normally still held my hand in case but secretly I knew he wanted to just hold it. For some reason he was always holding my hand. Never letting me go, making sure I was always with him. I must have scared him pretty bad when he found me in the middle of an exploding kitchen.
One night when it was just us two, Harry explained to me all about him going to the restaurant, realising I wasn’t there, calling Tanya, racing to Chris’s house and finding me almost dead. Tears had pricked his eyes and I was there kissing them away. Reassuring him everything was fine and I wouldn’t leave him again. Chris was gone. No more hurting.
Donny visited me also. It was a shock at first, seeing him walking into my room before I was about to sleep. I had expected it to be Harry and casually spoke about how much I missed him, then realising it was Donny and almost shying away from embarrassment. Donny had a few cuts on the way to healing and some bruises dotted over his body. I was surprised he was on his feet; somehow he was recovering much quick than I was. The nurse had told me only a few good night’s rest and hearty meals were needed for him to get better. Luckily for him he wasn’t in the middle of an explosion like I was. When I told Harry Donny had visited me he complained about how he still didn’t trust him, or how he would ever forgive him for what he did to me. He said he was still dangerous and there was something bad about him.
I was snapped out of my day dreaming by the nurse and she smiled at me. The bed sheets were warm around my tingling body. My hand running over them, desperately trying to distract from myself from the fact Harry’s wasn’t entwined with it. He couldn’t be here all the time but I wish he was.
“We have decided that you can be released today!” She exclaimed bubblier than ever. I wasn’t sure if she was satisfied more about me leaving or the fact she wouldn’t have to help me wipe my bum. Either was she was definitely over the moon.
“Oh awesome.” I replied, the way I had said it made it sound sarcastic but I assure you I couldn’t wait to get back into Harry’s bed and taste his pancakes. Wow am I the only one who thought that sounded dirty? But I doubt they were like pancakes, that’s gross. More like sugar cubes. Wait what? No way too small. Okay enough I haven’t seen Harry’s ball collection to be deciding on this right now.
“All your stuff has been packed up and it’s in the box over there.” She pointed over to the table with magazine perched on it and I saw the hastily stashed makeup and hair stuff of Tanya’s in there. “Harry’s on his way now to get you.”
I swivelled off of the bed, the nurse keeping a close eye on me in case my body decided to throw me onto the floor. But luckily I was able to stand on my own. Looking down I saw Harry’s baggy shirt hugging my small frame and a pair of blue pyjama shorts. I knew I was probably going to get embarrassed walking down to the pick up point dressed like this, but it would have to do. Annoyingly Harry’s shirt had lost his scent due to me wearing it too much. But when I am back in his apartment I will have all his amazing smelling shirts to pick from.
The nurse escorted me through the hospital, carrying ‘my’ box of stuff which was actually Tanya’s, apart from my black boots and clothes practically destroyed at the bottom. I pushed the button on the lift for the nurse and it slowly made it’s way down to the ground floor. People were eyeing up my current attire, even though it was a hospital and I might have just woken up from a coma. Yes because I am going suddenly whip out my beyonce wardrobe when I wake up people. Smiling back at the woman staring at me she quickly hurried out of the lift when it opened. We walked out to the front desk, where I was asked to sign a leaving form.
The nurse left me here and I stood outside the huge clean building waiting for black van to come into sight. It felt like forever since I had been outside and my heart was strangely simmering with happiness.
“Hey Sammi.” I turned to see Donny stood next to me, hands in his pockets and his hair the same scruffy way as usual.
“Oh hey Donny.” Smiling back at him his arms suddenly wrapped around me. I yelped from his body crushing my broken slinged up arm. He fell back and looked extremely apologetic. But his eyes looked the usual menacing way they did before. I cringed back slightly and saw the black van roll into the distance.
Harry.
I smiled to myself and turned to see Donny staring at me.
“I just wanted to-“ His lips crashed down onto mine and I squirmed beneath his trying to move from his hold. I felt my body slipping down wards and my legs giving. However his hand rested on my lower back forcing me upright. It hurt. His lips pushed so hard against mine, moving them in a desperate attempt for me to open my mouth and let him have full access. I tried to push again but with one arm this was extremely hard.
“Sam.” We stopped the sudden kiss and Harry was stood staring straight at Donny. His keys were hanging on his finger as he spun them round. Those beautiful green eyes were blazing and he started to advance onto Donny.

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