A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for going all A-wall for a couple days. I don't even remember how many days ago I posted the twentieth chapter. Wow already over 20 chapters. That's insane right?! I just wanted to thank everyone for all your support lately. I've been going through a rough time, not that any of you would know it because I usually try to hide it, but your support and your comments have really put a smile on my face. So thank you, thank you, thank you so much! After this chapter it might be a while until I post again. Unless however, I get over twenty comments. It's happened before and I would honestly be ever so happy if it would happen again. But unless I don't get that many it'll probably be until Saturday that I can post again. So...yeah. Thanks ever so much for all your support and all the reads and votes?! It's amazing! I never thought I'd get this...well-known. Just curious...how did you all hear about this story? Thanks so so so so so so much everyone! I love you guys so much! Enjoy the chapter! Mmmwwwaaahhhhhh!!!:)
Today was my last day to be lazy I kept telling myself. I groaned and rolled over in bed snuggling far under the covers. I was feeling so lazy and not in the mood to do anything.
There was a knock on my door and I called, “Come in!”
“Hey,” Harry said awkwardly, “Umm…how are you feeling? I brought your medicine.”
“Oh thank you,” I said and stretched out my hand for the pills. He placed them in my hand and I choked them down with the water on my bedside table.
“So?” he asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I sighed and stretched out in bed, “My throat still hurts though.”
“I’m sure you’ll feel better soon,” he pressed his hand to my forehead, “At least you don’t have a fever or anything.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, “Well…”
“Well…” Harry sighed and went to get go but I bit my lip, “Wait. Harry?”
“Yeah?” he asked and turned around to look at me faster than I’d ever seen him move before.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey,” Harry said and rushed back over to my bed. He sat down and brushed hair behind my ear, “You have nothing to be sorry for! I’m the one that overreacted and made everything fall apart. I should have just seen that I was being an dick and…” Harry shook his head and I grasped his hand.
“Harry it’s ok,” I said and sat up, “And I’m sorry I didn’t let you talk at the hospital. I just wasn’t ready. Things were crazy and I had been unconscious and I had this strange plastic taste in my mouth…”
“No it’s fine,” he smiled for the first time in a long time. I smiled back, “So what were you going to say?”
“What? Oh…” his face fell and he sighed, “It was nothing really. Just that I was happy you’re ok,” he smiled again.
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