How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 74

Despite the cool temperature of the room, I woke too hot in Harry's hoodie. My hand was still under Harry's shirt resting against his stomach. I could feel the movement of his lungs and chest as he breathed through sleep. I glanced at the alarm clock; I had only slept a few hours.

Gently, I retracted my hand from Harry's shirt. I slowly got off the bed and stretched. My muscles were tense from sleeping in a strange position. I pulled Harry's hoodie off me and tossed it back in the chair covering George Piper's interpretation of us. I walked over to the window and pulled the edge of the thick curtain back. The blackness of the room retreated as the beginning of morning sunlight spilled in. I watched in awe as the sun rose over Hong Kong. The sky changed from harlot red to marmalade orange to canary yellow.

"Love?"

I turned on my heel, letting the curtain fall back against the window. Harry was sitting up on his elbows watching me through squinted eyes. "You're awake," I said.

"I couldn't feel you beside me anymore."

I blushed, "Sorry. Just looking at the sunrise."

"How is it?"

"Beautiful," I breathed. "Unlike anything I've seen before."

"That pretty, huh?"

"Would you like to see it?" I grabbed the edge of the curtain prepared to show Harry.

"No," he waved his hand dismissively.

"Are you sure? You're really missing out. It's quite stunning."

"I'm used to missing beautiful things," he smiled weakly.

Me, I thought. He means me.

"How are you feeling?"

"Loads better," he nodded. "I guess getting everything...erm, out of my system helped."

"Yeah," I smiled. "Do you feel like eating anything? You should really get something in you."

"I could probably handle a little food."

"Good! I'll order something to be sent up here."

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Harry sat in bed eating plain toast and alternating between sipping water and orange juice. I could tell he was being careful. He would pause after every bite and see how he was feeling. I knew he didn't want to get sick again. Nausea medicine had been delivered up to the room for Harry to take when he finished eating.

While Harry ate, I busied myself with cleaning the room. I gathered all of the boots, skinny jeans, dress shirts, blazers, socks, and belts that had been strewn around the room and neatly packed them into Harry's suitcases. I collected the plates of stale food that had been left for him days ago and put them in the corridor for housekeeping to take away.

"Having a shower will really help you, Harry."

"Think so?" he said through a mouthful of toast.

"Absolutely. Do you think you're strong enough to stand to shower?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'll be fine."

Harry finished his food and went into the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower running. While he was away, I took another look at the image George Piper had sketched of us. I could see us better now; through the seemingly senseless lines was a proper couple. Harry's dark hair and green eyes complimented the purple dress George had drawn me in. Two flesh colored lines protruded from the sides of each shape. He had drawn us holding hands. Just as I had the realization, a new sound came from the bathroom. It was quiet, sweet, and melodic. I instantly recognized Harry's voice. He was singing in the shower.