Bubble Gum Chapstick 🍬 (l.s.)

Chapter 9

(Haha oops, let's pretend that it hasn't been since October since I've lasted updated. ANYWAY here's this and there's some domestic abuse mentioned/implied, a s*icidal thought (one sentence tho), and mentioned/referenced s*icide attempt)

Harry stirred in his unconscious state to the feeling of someone running their hands through his thick curls, whoever it was, was saying something to him but it sounded as if he was underwater. As he slowly felt himself being pulled back to the surface of the conscious world the voice was becoming clearer. It sounds like-it cant be him tho, it can't be. "Wake up now baby." It is, it actually fucking is. It's Andrew. Harry was paralyzed with fear, too scared to open his  eyes, but the fear of not knowing what Andrew has done was even more terrifying. He hesitantly opened his eyes to see Andrews face staring down at him, the second they made eye contact his heart dropped to his stomach. Harry quickly pulled himself away from Andrews touch and pressed his body hard against his headboard, hoping he was dreaming and Andrew would disappear any second. Harry took in his surroundings to see that he was on his bed and not on the floor, where he previously was. Did he- did he carry me? Harry's stomach leaped at the thought and his anxiety filled his throat. Andrew was being eerily quiet, still not saying anything to a now conscious Harry. He wanted to look over and scream and yell for him to get out, but he could feel his eyes boring into the side of his head. He wanted to punch him and shove him out of his apartment, but he was just so fucking scared. "Now, now princess there's no need to cry." Andrew said almost terrifyingly gentle. When did I start crying? Harry couldn't help but flinch when Andrew raised a hand and wiped the tears that were rolling down the left side of his face. "You made quite the mess you know, If i didn't care about you so much, you could have died here." I'd rather have died. Andrew brushed a calloused finger down his jawline, and Harry started to shake with anxiety. He kept brushing down his jaw until he aggressively grabbed Harry's chin, forcing the scared boy to look him in the eyes. "Why the fuck would you do that? Huh? Why would you try and take such a beautiful boy away from me?" Harry's mouth opened to tell him to get the fuck out, but the words wouldn't come out. Andrew shoved his other hand in Harry's curls and yanked his head back. A yelp of pain escaped Harry's mouth and tears began coming faster. "ANSWER ME! How could you do something so fucking stupid?!" Harry froze and didn't know what to do, he just wanted out of this situation right fucking now. "I-im sor-rry" Harry whispered in a raspy voice. Most likely satisfied with his answered, Andrew's hands relaxed and gently smoothed out the curls on the back of Harry's head. His eyes were pouring into Harry's, he felt trapped, too afraid to look away but too afraid to keep looking at him. "You scared me so much you know. I know I wasn't the best boyfriend," Harry could have laughed but didn't. That's a bit of a fucking understatement. "but I love you so much Hazzy.  I couldn't imagine losing you." With newfound courage, which was mostly anger at Andrew's words. "You never loved me." Harry said it, it was so quiet he wasn't sure if Andrew had even heard him. "W-what?" tears filled Andrew's eyes, who seemed genuinely confused by Harry's statement. Harry spoke carefully, refusing to meet Andrew's eyes, "W-what you did t-t-to me, wasn't love, it, uh, it h-hurt." A look of guilt and horror filled Andrew's face, seeming so genuine that Harry had to question if Andrew even knew what he did was wrong. "I-i'm so so fucking sorry Haz. I love you so much, and you're right I was horrible to you. I don't deserve you, but I've changed," a lump got caught in his throat listening to Andrew's words," I'm in therapy for anger management now and I just missed you so much baby." Harry was in shock, he searched Andrew's face for any sign of a lie. Is he telling the truth? Has he really changed? Harry couldn't help but think of the Andrew he first met, and the Andrew that once loved him. No. No no no. He couldn't have possibly. .....Right? "I'm sorry about the stalkerish behavior and the anger  earlier, but I didn't know how else to reach you. And the scissors thing scared me," Andrew brushed a curl behind Harry's ear," I thought I was going to loose you. I know you can never forgive me, and honestly I don't expect you to. But I truly love you Harry. I really have changed and I want to start over." "Start over?" Harry asked, eyes flicking up to meet Andrew's teary ones, as Andrew answered his question," You don't have to answer now. Just think about it." Andrew got up to leave and exited Harry's room. As soon as he heard the front door close, Harry choked out a sob. "What the fuck is happening?!" A million thoughts swarmed Harry's head, battling over whether Andrew was being sincere. He gently lifted the covers and looked down at his thighs. His sobs immediately slowed down and when he observed the carefully wrapped bandages around his thighs. Harry brushed a gentle finger along the bandages on his left thigh. "Oh..."

(haha anyway my bad this took so long but the updates should be written faster, now that I'm doing college online)