His lips roughly move against my own unresponsive ones. It's like he's trying pour all his anger into this kiss, probably his new way of punishing me.

Harry's arms encircle around my waist pulling me closer to the warmth of his body and his mouth continues moving against mine hard and fast, dominating me, as if trying to send me some sort of silent message.

"Kiss me back." He breathes out after some time before his mouth claims mine again. This time his movements aren't so rough, it's the quite opposite actually.

Harry move his lips slowly and passionately against me, his warm tongue darting out to trace my bottom lip and then my upper lip before he finally tries to push it into my mouth. Before my mind registers, my lips part involuntarily, almost like I craved for this sensual kiss. Harry slips his tongue expertly into my inviting mouth, letting it caress every nook and corner as he pleases.

I stay motionless the entire time, my fists clenched at my sides, not sure of what to do or where to place my hands as Harry continues to devour my mouth like a pro. One of his hand stays latched around my waist to keep me from moving while the other one caresses my neck, chin and scalp.

Finally after what felt like hours Harry disconnects our lips, both of us breathing heavily. His forehead rests against mine as he breathes in and out rapidly. After a few seconds his eyelids flutter open and a small smile finds it's place on his lips, making him appear oh so cute and innocent.

It's a kind of smile which reaches his eyes and makes them glow with happiness. A smile that can lure any woman in his trap. Yes, that beautiful.

I try to replicate his smile, the key word here is - try, because I'm hundred and ten percent sure that no matter what, I will never look as perfect as he while smiling.

"C'mon, let's go to the kitchen and get you some pizza to eat." Harry says, moving away from me, his hand resting on my neck, moves down from my shoulder to my arm slowly before his hand finds mine and he grabs it tightly, gently tugging me towards the kitchen

"You want anything to drink?" Harry questions while placing a slice of pizza on a plate for me. His own plate is lying there with a half eaten slice and another full one.

"I'll just take out a can of coke myself, thanks." I offer him a smile, preparing to jump down from the kitchen slab Harry had placed me on.

"Nuh uh, I already caused you trouble by putting up that coughing show." Harry says with a frown on his face whilst shaking his head as if disappointed with himself. "At least let me make it up in some way."

A chaste kiss is placed on my forehead before Harry moves towards the refrigerator and takes out two cans of chilled soft drinks. Harry places one on the slab next to his plate and pops open the lid of the other one.

"Here." He says, extending the coke towards me and I gladly accept it, smiling at him politely.

Harry stares at me while I take the first few bites of the pizza slice before he grabs his own plate. My appetite almost dies as the fear of Harry coughing out blood again kicks in. I watch him intently as he chews on the pizza in his mouth before easily swallowing it.

A small sigh of relief escapes my lips at the sight of him eating comfortably and I internally pray to the Lord that whatever happened with Harry a few hours ago was just a one time thing, like he believes it was.

"Quit staring, babe. You've got eternity for that." Harry says while gulping down the soft drink and I immediately look away from his face towards the ground. My cheeks heating up with embarrassment at his words.

"Want me to feed you?" Harry questions, raising his eye brows and picking up the half eaten slice from my plate and bringing it to my lips. "Open up, baby."

I smile at his sweet gesture before opening my mouth and biting down on the pizza.

"Good girl." Harry mutters in a baby voice before chuckling to himself and taking a big bite from my slice.

"You know what?"

"What?" I ask curiously, wanting to know what's on his mind.

"In few countries of Asia, people believe that eating from the same spoon or in our case, eating the same slice of pizza will cause our love to blossom." Harry explains with a small smile playing on his lips, his voice almost dreamy like some teenager in love and I can't help but feel bad for him.

"Oh.." It's the only thing that escapes my lips as the response to Harry's words. Immediately, I look away from him, feeling like a horrible person for letting him believe that I'm the girl he's so madly in love with.

"Yeah, C'mon. Lets go to the living room, I'm sure we'll find something to watch." Harry wraps his arm around my waist to pick me up but I immediately start protesting.

I don't want him to pick up any weight, it might cause his coughing to come back and I sure as hell don't want that to happen. I know no one who'll be able to help and I'm sure that Harry's going to lose his shit if I'll call a doctor for him.

Harry turns on the television and sits down beside me on the couch. His arm pulling me closer to his side, until I'm fully pressed against him. After flipping through some channels we finally settle on watching the movie called "The island."

Half an hour into the movie and I'm already fed up of it. I place my head on Harry's shoulder and close my eyes momentarily, puffing out a small breath as I try to go to sleep but instead the horrible images of Harry lying on the floor with the pool of blood around him crosses my mind , causing my eyes to flutter open.

"Harry?" I whisper quietly, knowing that he's fully enthralled in what he's watching and not wanting to disturb him too much.

Harry hums in response, keeping his eyes on the television screen while his hand starts rubbing up and down my shoulder in a soothing manner as if able to sense my sudden discomfort.

"Will you do anything I'll say?" I question him, rubbing my nose against his neck to distract him from the movie and fully focus on me.

My attempt to get his attention succeeds since Harry puts the television on mute and shuffle a little until he's fully facing me.

"Is that even a question, Stella? Of course I'll do anything for my babe." Harry tells me, his thumb tracing the outline of my lips as he speaks.

"Then fix an appointment with a doctor for yourself." I say the words confidently though inside I'm feeling the exact opposite.

I shaky breath escapes my lips when Harry moves his thumb away from my lips and stare at me, his jaw clenching in an instant.

"Please." I add after sometime, my voice no longer sounding confident instead the word comes out like a squeak.

"I don't want to, no." Harry says, averting his eyes away from me and focusing them on the television instead.

"But, you said-" I clamp my mouth shut when Harry turns the volume up to hundred, making it very clear that he doesn't want to talk anymore.

I stare at him for a couple of seconds, eyes narrowed into slits, wanting to either rip out either my own hair or his. When Harry pays no attention, I decide to let him for the time being. He'll surely pay attention the next time he'll suffer from the coughing attack.

With an exasperated sigh, I get up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen to find some cloth to clean the dried blood droplets staining the floor. I feel Harry's eyes on me but I don't look back.

I enter the living room again with a wet piece of cloth in my hand and immediately Harry's eyes turn from the t.v towards me again. I pay no attention to him as I kneel down near the stains and start rubbing them.

"What are you doing?" Harry questions, lowering the volume of the television.

When I don't respond, Harry puffs out a breath from his mouth and sits down next to me on the floor.

"Let me." He says, trying to snatch the cloth from my hand but I keep a strong hold on it. "Give it to me." Harry tries to take it away from me again and it's enough to make me lose my temper, his behaviour getting on my last nerve.

"No. No, Harry!" I shout at him, standing up from the ground abruptly and throwing the cloth on the floor.

"I should get used to cleaning these blood stains cause I'm sure that the next time you'll cough blood, you won't be conscious enough to clean it yourself." Once I'm done speaking, I turn around and walk towards the room at fast pace, not really caring how Harry will react to my outburst.

________________________________________