Unconditional

Chapter 18 Part 2

I heard a faint knock on my door and my heart began to beat in my chest. I knew who exactly was behind on the other side. I could feel the smile grow on my face. As I was getting ready to tell her to come in she beat me to it. I could see her brown hair peek from behind the door. She searched the room before she laid eyes on me. She gave me a toothed grin and waved. She shut the door behind and walked over to the couch. Her heeled boots making clinking noises on the way over.

"Harry are you feeling okay?" She asked concerned. Her eyebrows bunched up a bit as she examined the state I was in.

"I would be lying if I said I felt like a million bucks." I say hoarsely. I gave out a cough into my arm that lit my insides on fire. I couldn't help but automatically grab my chest. She sits down next's to my head and places her hand on my forehead. I look up at her beautiful face. Her chocolate brown hair cascades over her face. I can't help but reach up and twirl a strand around my finger.

"Harry I think you're burning up. Let me get you a cold towel okay?" She removes her hand from my hair and gets up and walks into the kitchen. I can't help but close my eyes and listen to the sink turns on. A few moments later I feel the coolness of the towel hit my forehead. It did actually feel really good.

"Leave it on their for a while. Have you eaten anything today?"

"No. I've literally been here for hours. It hurts to much to move."

"I'm going to make you something. My grandma would make me this Greek soup from her village."

"It totally makes sense now." I say.

"What does?"

"I should have known you were Greek , you look like a goddess."

"Someone is defiantly loopy." She laughs. But it was true she's such a beautiful person, both inside and out. I just don't think she even knows it yet. "Why don't you rest for a bit. It should take me an hour to make it." She gets up once again and gently runs her hand through my hair before walking into my kitchen. I listen as she takes out the pots and ingredients. My eyelids are becoming heavy but I'm trying to keep them open. I think I hear her singing to herself. I can't really make out the words though. Maybe I would just rest my eyes for a few minutes while she is cooking. I can smell the broth cooking on the stove. My stomach let out a growl. I defiantly needed something in my system. I felt a slight pain in my chest . I tightly wrapped my arms around me to rid the pain. I didn't want to say anything to Elena about it. I didn't want her to worry even more. I could feel the pain dying down a bit. I concentrated on my breathing. Breathing in and out slowly to calm myself down .

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"Harry ?" I heard someone quietly say. I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or not, but I know that voice. I felt something cold hit my forehead and my name being said once again. I was fully awake from my deep sleep. I could tell it was dark outside now. The lamp next to the couch had been turned on. I see Elena sitting on the edge of my coffee table .

"Hi. I'm sorry to wake you but the food is ready. You don't have to move , we can sit here and eat."

"Thanks. I haven't eaten since last night." Well, I tried to eat but I almost threw it up.

"Let me help you sit up." She gets up from the coffee table and puts her hand behind my back. I slowly put my feet on the ground so I can sit up. I'm not going to lie but it was one of the worst fucking feelings in the world. My breathing became a little more short sitting up. She hands me a bowl of the soup she made. I take in the smell of it. It was a mixture of chicken and lemon.

"This smells amazing you have no idea." I look up at her. She sat back on the coffee table with a bowl in her hand. He long legs were between mine. I take a slow bite of the soup. The warm broth traveling down my throat. The steam helped clear up my sinuses a bit. "This is insanely good. I might have to make you my personal cook." I joke.