Chapter 13 : Paris

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 Taylor's POV

    Beep beep beep.

     I flutter my eyes open to see Harry's beautiful eyes looking at me. 

     "Good morning babe." He said kissing my nose. 

     "Good morning." I said. I got out of the bed and fixed my hair and shirt. "I'll go get the doctor."

     I walked out of the room and told the doctor he was awake. 

    We both walked in but I kept getting an eye from the doctor. 

    He was quite young and I had to admit he was pretty hot.

     "Hello Mr. Styles." He said grabbing the clip board by Harry's bed. 

     "Hello." Harry replied still eyeing me. He winked and I giggled. 

     "How are you feeling?" The doctor asked. 

     "Okay. I'm a little sore." He replied. 

     "That's normal. We will give you some pain pills." The doctor answered.

     "So can I leave now?" Harry asked impatiently. 

     "Yes," The doctor said. "But there are some restrictions for the next week. That includes no fighting like wrestling, no sports, you may swim though just be careful and one last thing."

     "Yes?" Harry asked. The doctor turned his head to me. 

     "No physical activity for the next two days." He said. 

     Harry smirked and I blushed. 

     "Fine." Harry pounted.

     "Well, now you may leave." The doctor said. "Here."

     "Thanks." Harry said getting off the bed slowly and getting his pain meds. 

     I grabbed his hand and we walked out. 

     "Here." I said handing him some water as we climbed into to the car.

     "Thanks." He said taking the water and swallowing his meds.

     We made small talk during the ride to his place. As I stopped the car in front of the apartment he stopped me. 

     "I'm sorry I ruined your birthday." He said to me. 

     "Haz you didn't ruin it." I said. 

     "I did!" He yelled. 

     "It was amazing just having you there." I replied. I kissed his cheek and he grabbed my hand as we got out of the car.

      We walked in and Harry put his arm tightly around my waist.

     "Guys were here!" I yelled. 

     They all ran down the stairs and Louis noticed Harry's arm around my waist. I looked up to Harry and he glared. 

     "You doing okay Haz?" Liam asked. 

     "Yup. Better." He said. 

     "Come on. We don't wanna miss our train." I replied.

     Harry grabbed my hand and we walked upstairs. 

     "I'm packed already." He said to me. 

     "I'm not." I laughed. 

     "Well I will help you." He said with a smirk.

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