"Why can't you sleep?" I ask a simple question.
Silence, it only lasts a minute or two but feels like ages.
"Because everytime I close my eyes I see you leaving my bed in the middle of the night, I hear you breathing through the telephone, your sile...
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-Harry Styles-
"Stop apologizing." I whisper quietly into her ear, my hand running along the skin of her back as she leans against me, her arms still wrapped around my neck.
"It's my fault, I- I Ieft you, and now we lost him..." She mutters against the skin of my neck, her cheek resting against my shoulder.
We lost who?
Her speech is really slow and I can feel her skin is becoming really hot. I frown, looking down at her to see her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed a pink color.
"Baby?" I ask, placing my hand against her cheek after turning the water off.
Her brows furrow a little, she tries to open her eyes but obviously can't. I feel her leaning forward a little more, almost slipping out of my grip but I hold her a little tighter and carry all of her weight, as her legs seem to have given out from under her.
"Yes..."
She whines and I gently lift her up, getting out of the shower and putting her back on the counter, where I can grab a towel and wrap her up in it. I look at her, eyes closed and head leaned back against the mirror, her skin is burning hot, I'm starting to think that maybe the water was too hot for her.
"Who did you lose?" I ask as I dry her skin off with the towel before drying her hair, and I quickly take another towel to dry myself.
The shower lasted longer than I thought, but I just needed to keep her against me a little longer, to make sure she was warm enough, that she was safe in my arms. But now she needs to sleep, she's really exhausted.
I look down at my wet boxers, looking back up at her to see her closed eyes. I take the opportunity that she isn't looking to turn around and remove them before wrapping a towel around my waist.
I know she's seen me and I've seen her, we've done things together and I've worshipped her body in ways that haunted me in my sleep while she was gone. But this is different, she left for her own reasons and then she called for our help, three months later. And we've been apart all this time, in my mind nothing between is has changed, I still feel the same for her. But I can't say the same for her because I have no idea about what she wants, or doesn't want anymore.
I haven't seen her in over three months, she's hurt and high on medication. I wouldn't even kiss her right now, no matter how badly I want to but she's just not in the right state of mind.
Once I'm done I turn around and lift her up again. Her head hangs back as I carry her over to the bedroom before gently placing her on the bed. She falls back, her hair fanning around her on the white sheets as she hums in comfort.
I lean over her with my hands digging into the mattress on each side of her head, looking down at her face before gently tapping her cheek.
"Can you open your eyes? Belle look at me." I say and she opens them with difficulty, looking up at me with her big teary eyes.
