FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

ELEVEN.

AUGUST, 2017. CONT.

"Maybe I can push back tour."

I tear my gaze away from my bruised legs to glare at him. He's sitting in the chair beside my hospital bed, typing on his phone.

"You're not pushing tour back."

"Why not?"

"Because you have millions of people waiting on these tour dates. They're probably staring at the ticket right now just counting down the days. You can't do that to them." I reason.

"They'll understand. It's you."

I roll my eyes, "They don't care about me."

He laughs knowingly before handing me his phone.

Millions of tweets.

'Praying for Mona! Hope she's okay!!'

'If Mona had died, Harry would've lost his soulmate and the woman he was going to marry. That's so scary.'

'This whole Mona thing is so scary. Hope she's okay.'

'I met Mona during the last 1D tour. She was so sweet. So glad she's okay!'

I return the phone and try to hide my smile.

"Whatever, you're still not pushing tour back."

Harry sighs, "I know. I just don't want to leave you."

I take his hand in mine, "I'm gonna visit."

"You better." He frowns, kissing the top of my hand.

The door opens and a nurse walks in with a smile.

"You're all clear." She says to me as she starts to detach me from the machines.

Harry stands up, grabbing a bag he had brought with him.

"Nurse, I have a question." I turn to her as she slides the IV out.

"Yes?"

"How long do I have to wait to have sex?"

In the corner, Harry begins choking on the water he had been downing. He wipes his mouth and bends over, gripping his knees.

The nurse laughs and helps me out of bed.

"You have no real injuries so as long as you're comfortable, at your time. You're pretty sore too, so be careful." She informs me.

"Your clothes." Harry wheezes out, handing me a bundle of fabric.

"What's wrong?" I smirk.

"I think it's the air." He clears his throat.

"Right." I laugh before entering the bathroom.

-

"You slept on the couch?" I cross my arms.

I study the blankets that are messily draped over the cushions.

"What? No. That's just..that's..." Harry stammers as he sheepishly begins to fold them. He sighs in defeat, "I needed to be alert. In case anything happened."

I don't hide my smile and I step forward to grab his face.

"You're insane, Styles."

"Okay, okay. Now go shower. I didn't trust those hospital showers."

"For the last time, hospitals don't have cameras in the bathroom." I groan as I make my way upstairs.

He's hot on my heels, making sure I don't fall back.