Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 17

The pressure released when I did and he released on top of me, falling into a heavy heap on top of me. His breath was heavy but I reached up and touched his jawline. "You finally said it." I chuckle and he kisses me and pushes himself up. "We're gonna have to find a store around here." he says and I look at him confused of why out of all things that would be on his mind. "Why?" I ask. "To get some damn condoms. We're not done yet." he says and I start laughing. "You already ripped the sheets, Harry." I tease and he glances over at them. "It's okay, we can ask for a different room before the maid come to clean it." he says and I laugh again. 

"Okay let's go." I say and we put our clothes on and head out the door. Once we got the taxi and got to a store. Harry shocked the hell out of me when he spoke french to the cashier. I just looked at him and he half smiled. He had been holding the box in his hand when a couple girls started approaching him and he looked at me. "Shit. How's this gonna work." he mumbles and ends up shoving it in his pants line and I started cracking up while he pulled his shirt over it. "Harry Styles?" one of the girls asks and he nods. "Yes." he answers and the girl holds out a phone. The girls looked at each other and giggled. "Can we get a picture?" one asks and Harry bends down to her height and smiles for her to click the picture and I nudged him as we walked out of the store. 

"That could've gotten a little awkward." he comments and cracks up a little. "So... where'd you learn french?" I ask him and he smirks. "I only know a few things, not much." he shrugs and I just raise an eyebrow. "Quit getting more attractive." I say and he bursts out laughing. For once he blushed. It was weird, but he was. He held the door open at the taxi and I got in. I noticed his voice was starting to sound a little hoarse. "You sound like your starting to lose your voice again." I comment and he lays a hand on my knee to play with the material. "Probably." he says shrugging. 

When we had reached the hotel again and had gone through the elevator, I had grabbed the box from his waist line and laughed. "You should sing that song again. "I giggle and he gives me an amused. "Which one?" he asks. "The one you sang with Ed." I grin and he decided to get a little playful and sing, a little loudly, may I add, part of the chorus. 

"Truly, Madly, Deeply I am, foolishly  completely fallen. And somehow you kicked all my walls in-" he sings and I take the key card from him laughing. "You're gonna wake people up, Harry!" I whisper and he laughs and snatches the key back, just so I'd try to take it. I played his game and tried to reach it and he kissed me. "Who's that shadow holding me hostage, I've been here for days." he sings lowly and I smirk. "I should smack you for ever writing that." I say and he smirks as he unlocks the door and urges me in. "Its catchy." he says and I laugh. He pushes me down on the bed and smiles. "I think you find it attractive, I saw the way you stared at me." he says and I laugh. "I think you're a little full of yourself." I tease and he smirks. "Baby, look what you've done now." he sings  over me and I giggle. "Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way." he adds and I touch his throat. 

"You're starting to sound pretty rough." I comment on his loss of voice and he shrugs. "It'll be gone by morning, oh well." he says carelessly and yanks his shirt back off. 

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I woke up before he did but even then it was around noon. We had gotten another room before we had fallen asleep due to the destruction he had done. It was around 4 a.m probably before we had fell asleep.  I hopped in the shower and he had waken up by the time I got out. I crawled in bed on my knees and grinned as he rolled over on his side and curled back up in the tangled mess of blankets and groaned. Except it was broken and shallow. I pushed his hair out his face and laughed. "The longer your hair gets, the less graceful you look after you wake up, Harry." I joke and he opened his eyes and frowns. "I like my hair like this." he says broken and I wanted to awe but it would make him frown again. "When's your next show? You sound terrible." I tell him, moving over to sit against my pillow. He pulls the blanket back over us and lays sideways on my lap. His inked up chest and arms were a huge contrast on the white sheets and I loved it. 

"Two days." he squeaks out and I half smile. "Does your throat hurt?" I ask him while pressing my hand to his forehead. He was a little hot. "A little." he answers. "You're warm. I thought we couldn't get sick?" I ask him and he shrugs. "We can it's just rare." he shrugs. "You don't look very good, Harry." I comment and he shuts his eyes again and half smiles. "See why I don't share my feelings with people?" he half jokes and I chuckle. "Oh hush." I playfully swat him and he smiles.  

"What time is it?" he asks and clears his throat but even that sounded painful. "It's near 1 now." I tell him and he sighs. "Do you wanna go get something to eat and we can walk around?" he asks weakly and I play with a lock of his messy hair. "But you're sick." I tell him and he shrugs. "So? We're in Paris. You should enjoy yourself a little." he says and I shrug. "You mean, last night wasn't enough?" I ask and he half smirks. "If it weren't for me being sore as hell, I would say no. But let me go take a shower and we can head out. I don't have anything going today." he says and leans up to kiss my cheek before standing up, taking the sheet with him to cover himself. He threw it once he was in the bathroom and shut the door. He didn't take very long but I heard him coughing a couple times. 

He came out in a towel and pulled clothes out of his bag, pulling them on. He managed to pull all of his hair back into his beenie and put sunglasses on and at first I was confused but then I remembered we were in a big city, and he had to hide himself. I don't know how he manages to do it, especially with his hair being his highlight. We walked down past the Tower where the was a few smaller cafe's and I managed to get him to get a soup for his throat. He didn't want to eat at all. He looked awful pale and he looked like just sitting up was a chore. I felt kind of bad. "Harry, we can go back to the hotel. It's perfectly fine with me." I tell him and he shakes his head. "That's boring." he frowns and I chuckle. "Then at least let me find a store that has medicine for you." I say and he rolls his eyes. I point to his bowl. "Eat." I say and he frowns further. "I hate you." he pouts and puts a small spoonful in his mouth. I grin. "Love you too, Harry." He just smirked.