Rock Me


12. Holy Grail

I listen to music when I write. It provides me with inspiration on what to write about. I write as I go, instead of pre-planning each chapter. So the music helps with ideas. If you guys want to know what songs are giving me inspirations for each chapter, I'll start putting them at the beginning of each chapter :) Feel free to recommend songs, too!

Also, this chapter has  graphic sexual content. Just giving you a heads up!

These Four Walls- Little Mix

Turning Page- Sleeping At last

Explosions- Ellie Goulding


Harry's POV

"I'm sure she'll be okay. We all just need to pray for her, yeah?"

I nod my head as my mum tries to cheer us all up. It's not working.

"Harry?" Perrie says, placing her hand on my knee.

I look up at her, but everything is blurry. Tears are fogging my vision, and yet not a single one will fall.

"Your mum is right. She will be okay," she says.

I nod again, but I really don't care. I just want her here, in my arms.

"What, um... what did they say was wrong?" I ask, sniffling a bit.

Perrie looks at me in shock. I haven't spoken a word in seven hours.

"They said that the burns were worse than a third degree, because he held the lighter directly against her skin. And the blow to her head gave her a concussion, but they aren't sure how bad," she says, her thumb drawing circles on my back.

"Can I tell you something?" I ask. She nods quickly, probably just happy that I'm speaking.

I glance at Rydelle and Eleanor, getting coffee from the small stand with the proper fixings for it. And the boys, who are trying to stay awake by watching Breaking Bad on the large television that is mounted. I don't like this private waiting room. It's too stuffy.

"I never truly realize how much I love Olivia until we almost lose her," I say quietly, so no one will hear accept her.

Her eyes beg for me to elaborate, but I can't find the right words.

"Like... like back when we were still in New York. She had an allergic reaction. She was in a coma, Perrie. She could have forgotten who we were. Or even worse, she could've died. I can't help but feel like she wouldn't have had any of this happen to her had she not met me," I say, finally feeling tears rush down my cheeks.

"No," she says harshly. "Stop that. That is not true, and you know that. You're Olivia's hero, Harry. For gods sake, you're like her holy grail. She loves you more than anything, and I'm positive she wouldn't replay all of this and never meet you if she had the chance to, because at the end of the day, she will always love you, no matter how much shit she's put through."

I don't really think through my actions, because in the next moment I'm pulling Perrie into a bone-crushing hug.

"Babe, I can't breath," she laughs. I hear a strange noise rise in my throat and pull back, making Perrie laugh even more.

"You're laughing," she smiles. "That's one step in the right direction"

"Harry," Paul calls as the door swings open. "Somebody wants to see you." He smiles and I rush out the door without saying anything to anyone.

"She's trying to rest, so you need to be calm," Lou laughs as I approach Olivia's room.

"Is she awake?" I ask.

"No," Lou says. "But when she was, she kept asking for you. The nurse thinks that if you're with her, it might speed along the process of recovery."

"Thanks," I say, kissing her cheek before pushing the door open and closing it behind me. The room is huge, it's more like a suite than a room. There's a bathroom and a kitchen and an ordinary bedroom and a living room and TV. As I round the corner of the kitchen, I see her, laying comfortably in a King Sized hospital bed.

I lay down next to her and her eyes flutter open.

"Hey, beautiful," I whisper, grabbing hold of her hand. "They're treating you nicely, aren't they?"

"I asked for a bigger room," she whispers, her voice soft and fragile. "So that you all could stay with me. The couch is a pull out and there's two queen beds in the bedroom. I just don't want to be here by myself." She begins working herself up and it's not healthy.

"Shh, baby. We would never leave you alone in here. Ever."

"Promise?" she whispers, holding out her pinky finger.

"Swear," I say, hooking my pinky finger with hers and giving it a little shake, making her laugh.

"Can the others come in?" she asks. I smile, despite the fact I just want her to go back to sleep. I just want to be alone with her.

"I'll go get them," I say, standing up.

"No, no," she grabs my hand, forcing me back onto the bed. "I was just wondering."

She pulls me down into a kiss and a groan rises in my throat. Why, in this moment, do I have to realize that we haven't had sex in weeks?

"How long are they keeping you here?" I ask. She looks down at my lap and bursts out in laughter.

"It's not funny," I groan, crossing my legs. She rests the back of her hand on my cheek and smiles.

"You're right, I'm sorry," she smiles.

"You haven't answered my question," I say, my voice shaky under her touch.

"I'm not sure. But there's nothing saying I can't leave this bed," she says, sounding as eager as I am.

I pull out my phone immediately and text Louis.

You guys can go home. She's okay. Come back tomorrow morning. And bring clean clothes.

From Louis: You lucky bastard.

Shut up and go home.

From Louis: haha, alright. See ya in the morning. And make sure you're both dressed.

I walk to the door and lock it. Even though the nurses know not to disturb patients once they're in for the night, a little extra assurance won't kill us.

When I walk back over to the bed, she's standing. The night gown she was wearing is folded on the bed and she's dressed in the same lingerie she was wearing when I found her hours ago, passed out on the supply closet floor. Her body is covered in scars, but she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life.

"You're beautiful," I whisper as we come face to face. She blushes and looks at her feet. I run my hand along her side until I come to a bandage on her hip. She doesn't wince as I run my thumb over the gauze.

She wraps her arms around my neck and I lift her up by the back of her thighs.

"I love you," she says before pulling me into a kiss. I walk into the bedroom, Olivia still in my arms, and lay her down on the bed carefully. My shirt is off in seconds and I'm hovering over her, kissing a trail down her chest. She fumbles with my belt, eager to pull off the dark jeans I'm wearing.

"I don't have a condom," I say as my pants slide down my legs, my underwear soon to follow.

"I'm on birth control," she says.

"Since when?"

"Last week."

At this point, I can't wait anymore. I'm hard and she's so damn beautiful. I unclasp the lacey bra and throw it to the floor, the matching panties immediately following.

"You looked perfect in that," I say. "But you look beautiful like this."

I sprinkle her stomach with kisses as her fingers tangle themselves in my hair. I stop kissing write above her waist and look at her eyes, asking for permission. She nods, closing her eyes as I move lower.

Olivia's POV

His lips move lower and lower until they're right above my core. He blows cool breath onto the wet spot and my back arches in pleasure.

Just the thought alone of Harry is enough to make me climax. With his hands on me, giving me this pleasure, it's twenty times more powerful.

I figure he's only teasing me, which is why I'm not prepared for what he does next.

I nearly scream out as his tongue darts out to meet my core, the pleasure is almost too much to handle. As my back arches and my legs begin to shake, he stops, pulling away.

I whimper from the loss of contact, but he's soon hovering above me again.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

I nod my head, and as he takes a deep breath, he enters me.

And in this moment, we become reconnected after being distant for so long.

We once again become one.


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