The Prince (Harry Styles)

Chapter 33

"Easy," I said as Harry's arms were wrapped around my small frame. 

Harry was released from the hospital after being in there for almost ten days. In the course of ten days, I had not even left. I slept, showered, and ate at the hospital. I would have rather been at the palace obviously, but after having gone a solid 35 days without Harry I wasn't about to let him go. Not another second was going to go by where he wasn't in my sight.

Looking at Harry walking into the palace, I could see him trying to hold back the pain. His lips were pursed tightly and his hand squeezed my shoulder tightly. His other hand held the bandages on his stomach. 

"We'll take the lift, okay?" I asked. He nodded quickly as his parents passed us heading up the stairs.

Both of us hadn't really mentioned them after I explained what was happening. His mother had not brought it up again either. It was as if it had never happened. We were essentially ignoring the obvious problem. I didn't mind not talking about it because I wasn't really sure what to say to either Harry or Queen Anne. I found myself in a situation I couldn't relate to once again.

"Can we go to your room?" he asked as we stepped onto the lift. 

"Of course," I smiled. "We can do whatever you want to do."

"I just want to spend time with you," he said looking me in the eyes. "I feel as if I haven't gotten to do that in a long time. With some privacy anyways."

I smiled at his sweet words. Sometimes I felt that his endless showers of compliments could be too much. I adored his sweet words nonetheless. He made me feel a love that no one else could ever feel. He made me feel important.

We reached my room at long last. As we entered, I watched as Harry's eyes scanned over it to see if anything had in fact changed seven weeks previous. A sigh escaped his chest and he tried to pick up his pace. He leaned against me as I tried to veer against the couch. He wanted to go to the bed. 

I helped H onto the bed and slid his shoes off his feet. His feet clad in gray hospital socks with the white crosses on the soles. He rolled onto his back and crossed his feet as he looked over to me with a lopsided smile.

"It's good to be home," he breathed. "So familiar, so nice."

"Yeah?" I asked placing his shoes by the door. "I am just excited to see you outside that stuffy little room."

"Me too," he said extending his arm to his side. "Come cuddle, Em." 

"Because we don't do that every day?"

"I missed you! Is that so bad?" he asked, a dimpled grin spread across his face. "Come on, Em. I'm growing cold over here."

"You're lucky I love you," I muttered crawling onto the bed and falling against his arm. His arm wrapped around me, his fingers brushing through my dark hair. I looked up at him with a smile on my face.

"I love you too," he said pressing his lips to mine. "I only wish I could show you."

"Damn barriers," I giggled. "You take your time to get better."

Harry dramatically threw a hand over his forehead and closes his eyes as he groans. I rolled my eyes at his behavior. He's honestly ridiculous sometimes. He slowly sat up on his elbows and pulled himself to sit up on the bed.

"If I take enough painkillers could I make love to you?" he asked with a raised brow.

"No," I laughed shaking my head. 

"Em—"

"Two weeks," I said pointing my finger at him. 

"TWO WEEKS?" He loudly asked. "You're killing me. She's killing me!"