The Prince (Harry Styles)

Chapter 33

I laughed at his antics. I had never seen him this way before. It amused me because he had never complained previously. He was still muttering to himself about me killing him with the two weeks thing. I slapped his arm lightly.

"Two weeks and a slap?" he asked. "Why two weeks? One week will suffice. I'll be fine. I'm fine now! I'm feeling great!" he smiled.

"Can't now, sorry," I said getting up off the bed. 

"Come on! Please? The only thing I want is to show you how much I love you?" he said clasping his hands together. "I feel fine! I feel no pain, see?" he asked poking his bandages. I saw his eye twitch. "No pain!"

"Mmmhmm," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "You winced."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did," I nodded. "Nice try."

"Come on Emerald!" he complained. "Why can't we do some hand stuff? We could use that thing my sister got you!"

"Harry!" I gasped picking up a pillow and chucking it at his head. "No!" I laughed. "No sexual activities!"

"Why?" He groaned. "Why you no fun?"

"For God's sake, I'm on my period!" I said and he closed his mouth. "Happy?"

"I could've lived without that knowledge," he muttered to himself.

"You asked," I said walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked as I opened the door.

"Gemma's room. I'll be back," I said with a smile. "The remote is beside you. Go crazy."

I walked down the hall to Gemma's door. I knocked and opened the door. She was laying on her side with a book open and her head propped up using her hand. She looked up at me and gave me a smile before placing a bookmark in her book.

"My brother boring?"

"He's annoying!" I laughed jumping on her bed. "Asking me for sex. What's wrong with him?"

"He's deprived. Why are you cutting him off?"

"Period," I said and she laughed.

"Karma's a bitch," she laughed placing the book on the nightstand. "Where is he now?"

"Watching TV in my room I presume. I sort of left him to grovel," I said with a laugh. "He needs that. Left to think about things," I said drawing an invisible shape on the duvet. I exhausted a sigh.

"Are you glad he's back?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "You?"

"It's nice to have someone else to annoy you," she giggled. "I have five weeks worth of embarrassing him to do. I hear footsteps in the hallway."

I listened and heard footsteps stop. The door handle of Gemma's door twisted. Slowly, Harry appeared in the room leaned himself against the doorframe. I think that's the first time he's walked on his own since the accident. 

"Hello dear brother. Are you here about your nymphomaniac tendencies?" she asked with a smirk.

"You told her?" he asked. I shrugged and nodded with a smile. "I'm gone for a few weeks and you tell her secrets."

"When hasn't Emerald told me things? I admit, I do tell her things. I didn't tell her about the time when I caught you masturbating in your bed when you were like eighteen. That is embarrassing."

"Gemma," he said, his face flushed red. "You just told her."

"Oops," she laughed with a smile. "Not my problem."