[Rosie's POV ]
I left the hospital, heading home straight and hoping I don't cross paths with him again but then those eyes that bore into mine makes it feel like fire met with my bones.
It's what I'm suddenly thinking of.
Arriving home, I could see him waiting. Harry, his eyes depicted worries as he stands by the lawn.
His feet paced to and fro.
When he spotted me, his face brightened up as he paced towards me. I couldn't move, not when my body still aches.
However, I just have to appear as though I was fine just not to heighten his panic.
Just when he was an inch close, he pulled me for an embrace and my heart stopped beating as he cuddled me.
"Rosie" he whispers, beneath his voice.
I tilted my head to meet his intense gaze which fetched mine.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I was totally startled by his unfathomable care.
I broke out from the embrace, swallowed hard as we gaze at each other before he went on to complain.
