The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 29

A/N: Hiya, so i thought of a new nickname for myself  'CEO of one million different emotions in one chapter'

My life has been a bit of a mess lately but knowing i have some of you waiting for me, gives me something to work towards and something to be happy about, i love you all, hope you love this chapter xx

The sound of water splashing was what I could hear when I was waking up, my head was aching, and that familiar scent was flowing up through my nose making me remember I was at Harry's...why was I here?

I stretched my body out, yawning and still tasting the whiskey in my mouth, I must have gotten pretty drunk last night with Ashely...oh my god.

My eyes shot open, everything I did last night all hit me like a truck, replaying in my head, showing me all the things I can add to 'Eva's most embarrassing moments'

"Oh my god," I whispered, repeating to myself and covering my face with my hands.

Why the hell did I even go to the club?

Ashely came to stay the night, we decided to drink and then ended up getting drunk, and then...oh Ashely told me Jack was at work tonight with Harry, as soon as I heard Harry's name I got angry, I made her come with me to the club and then...fuck, then I did all that shit.

Oh god, and then we came back here and I freaked out in the shower, all the blood washing off of him made me questions everything I was already thinking and sent me into a spiral, it only stopped when he got in bed, when he wrapped his arms around me.

We were normal last night, just like I asked, we lied there like a deformed puzzle for hours, not really saying anything, just being close to each other, I think he thought I was asleep.

I meant what I told him, and it only made me more confused.

I rolled over on the bed, moving to his side and leaning over to look into the shower, I could just see Harry, my eyes moved over him shamelessly, taking him in.

His back muscles flexing when he ran the soap over his body, his tattoos looked dark and refined with the water running over them, his hair was sleek and even darker, even his bum looked good.

I missed him, I did, everything seemed so odd, even though I was wrapped in him last night, it was different, like we were still apart.

I wished I could just fall back into our old bubble and go back to before I knew everything...well I don't really, it's just so confusing.

I was too distracted in thought to notice that Harry had turned around, I looked up to see him facing me, I was expecting to see that evil little glow in his eyes and that smirk on his face but I was wrong, he looked cautious, pained even.

I darted my eyes away and rolled back over to the other side of the bed.

I didn't know what was going to happen when he came out, we couldn't just ignore all of this, we had to talk about, I know it was going to be difficult but we had to do it.

I had given all of this as much thought as my brain could handle, I didn't sleep the night Harry told me everything, I couldn't, my brain just wouldn't shut off.

I'm not an idiot, I knew Harry was involved in something like this from that night under the stairs, but thinking it and actually hearing it was different.

From the start, I always thought I should be more scared or at least more cautious but I wasn't, and it was the same now.

Even after everything he told me, I didn't want to leave him.