Ivy || H.S

Ch.21 storm

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Ivy Tomlinson

Following Harry's advice I quickly got under his covers, glad he made a fast exit as his presence was overwhelming.

I knew he was clouding my brain as I remember feeling him slightly shift closer to me , bringing my mind off of Louis which was just wrong in so many ways.

Niall's words echoed in my head. He was really dead.

I could've stayed in London and avoided all of this. Now I need to help deal with those crazy fuckers that kidnapped me, which in turn got me kidnapped by my slightly less crazy fuckers.

I'm sure my mom hasn't tried to contact me, so her noticing I'm involved in what probably killed Louis wouldn't even matter.

I've always known there was a possibility that he was dead. I mean why else wouldn't he talk to me? Reach out, check if I'm okay?

False hope, my moms always told me I had it. I think she held a grudge because In her eyes I was the one who drove Louis and dad away.

She never liked to think they left for their own reasons
But they did and I realize that now. He left for the gang.

Louis left me behind for a fucking gang.

I could feel myself overheating from the thick blankets as I overthank this whole ordeal.

I knew my eyes would be puffy from crying so much I'm glad Harry isn't seeing me like this

My eyelids grew droopy as my mind drifted off.

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"Ivy..." I heard a deep voice whisper.

Letting out a tired hum I stuffed my face farther into the pillow.

"...Ivy" the voice said a little louder as they touched my shoulder.

Huffing I flipped over not paying attention as to who is trying to wake me up and just rubbed my tear crusted eyes before opening them. Zayn stood next to the bed looking concerned.

"Zayn." I said acknowledging him as I stepped out of the bed noticing how dark it was outside. "How long did I sleep?" The pills Harry had given me earlier today were definitely wearing off as I felt the subtle sting of my bruised skin.

"A few hours. Dinner is ready if you're hungry." He said gently, still looking at me with concerned eyes.

"I am, lead the way." I said holding my hands toward the door letting him walk through first.

Walking into the kitchen the smell of tomato sauce caught my attention. I quickly realized someone had made pasta as I watched the boys line up like they were in a cafeteria by the stove to shovel food into their bowls.

Feeling out of place I glanced at Harry to see him already looking at me. He was carrying two bowls and with the flick of his head towards the table I knew one was mine.

"Thank you." I said as he set my bowl in front of me as he sat across from me.

"How'd you sleep?" He questioned before he started eating, not waiting for the rest of the boys to come to the table.

shrugging under his watchful eye I began eating following his lead.

A few minutes later the rest of them sat down and the only sound filling the table was the clanking of forks against the glass bowls.

I felt all of their watchful glances and more of a stare from Harry through the meal.

"What." I huffed out taking them by surprise as they all turned away except for Harry.

"You're not crying." Liam stated.

"Well Thank You captain obvious I had no idea." I bit back.

"We just told you your brother is dead and you aren't crying." Liam said, oh that's why they seemed to be walking on eggshells around me.

"I cried from shock. I always knew there was a possibility he was dead, I was already prepared for that news a long time ago." Not wanting to be looked at like a zoo animal anymore I picked up my dish and took it into the kitchen planning on washing it, but I heard footsteps behind me.

"I'll wash them, go sleep." Harry's deep voice broke the silence.

Not listening to him I grabbed the soap and sponge and got to work. "If I'm in your bed, where are you sleeping."

"Couch." He shrugged.

A tiny tinge sputtered in my heart I almost hoped he would say he was sleeping in his bed and we would just share but he didn't put up a fight.

"Okay..." I dragged out at the sudden awkwardness I felt with his intense gaze on me. "...I'm gonna go sleep." Saying a quick goodbye to the boys I made my way towards Harry's room.

After settling in I quickly realized I was in Harry's bed and from my trips down the hall I don't think there was a guest room.

The front door slamming brought me out of my thoughts letting me know all of the boys we're gone and it was just me and Harry.

I wearily watched his bedroom door open ready to be kicked to the couch for the night, but to my surprise he didn't acknowledge my presence; he just went to the bathroom.

Getting under the covers I felt weird but I had already slept here twice I don't know why I expected him to kick me out but he just went to his side of the bed and got under the covers like I had done a second ago and turned his lamp off leaving the lights from the street lamps illuminating the room...I thought he was sleeping on the couch?

Taking his silence as an invitation to stay I slid to my back staring at the ceiling feeling his burning gaze on the side of my face making me nervous. "Staring isn't nice." I stated keeping my eyes on the ceiling afraid to look at him.

"M'not staring." He groggily muttered.

"Do you want me to move to the couch, I know this is your bed." I spoke my thoughts.

"No there's a storm, it's gonna get colder than it already is. it's always warmer in here."

Fuck. I absolutely hated storms, especially with lightning— a loud boom of thunder shook the walls not helping my thoughts at all I could tell Harry noticed my change in demeanor, trying to calm my breathing under his watchful eye. I knew he was about to comment on it.

"Scared of storms aren't you. Huh?" He spoke with a slight hint of amusement.

Huffing I finally turned my head to face him and god did he look like a work of art with the subtle light hitting his features. "Shut up."

Letting out a little chuckle I felt his fingers tug at his shirt I was wearing. "C'mer." He spoke leaving his arm by my waist waiting for me to scoot over.

Meeting his eyes I hesitated before finally scooting over quickly as another strike of thunder shook the walls.

Laughing at my actions he pulled me basically on top of him tightening his arms around me but still being careful of my injuries. "You're freezing." He stated making me notice I was shivering.

"Yeah your room isn't as warm as you think it is." I spoke feeling my lips brush against this bare chest.

He just hummed in response making his chest vibrate against my cheek, he started rubbing my back slighting before he stopped. "Is this okay?" He questioned making me blush.

"Yeah." I yawned out listening to his heartbeat as I fell asleep.