The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 33

Hi my loves, so sorry this took so long, I hope you love it as much as i do xxx

You know the kind of nervous where you literally feel like you're going to be sick, your heart is hammering in your chest and it feels like everything you ate for breakfast is threatening to come up, that's how I'm feeling right now.

It's been about a week since the club, Harry and I managed to sneak out and get back to my house without anyone seeing us, I was exhausted and barely awake while we had a shower, as soon as I hit the bed I crashed.

I haven't seen Harry much this week, he's been really busy with 'work' so we've only really seen each other when he comes home to either my place or his, but even then, all he really does is shower and crawl into bed.

Apparently, there's some big drama going on, he didn't want to tell me much because he says it's dangerous for me to know but I think we passed that point after he told me he had killed people and I still let him fuck me.

He says there is this big divide between the North and the South, I don't really know too much, he said they used to get along but now they don't, it's getting pretty serious and everyone seems stressed because of it, even Dom and Jack seemed on edge when I went and saw them the other day.

Every night Harry has been exhausted, half the nights this week he's got home covered in fucking blood, he tries not to let me see it, he yells out hi and rushes straight past me without even kissing me...the prick.

Even if I don't see him, I know what's going on because he never locks the bathroom door any other time and when we're at his place he turns on that tinted window which the cocky bastard would never do if he didn't have to.

And honestly, as gross as it sounds, even after his shower I can always tell, there's this smell about it, it's not bad but you know what it is, he might be used to it, it's metallic. It's just starting to become part of his scent, when I'm wrapped in his arms at night it lingers and mixes with everything else.

I tried to tell him that he doesn't have to hide that from me but he's still worried it will freak me out and I'll run away.

That's not going to happen.

It breaks my heart to see how tired he has been, by the time he gets home it's around one or two and I'm either awake or I've naturally started to wake back up around then because I know he's coming home, he has a shower but then ends up on his phone or laptop doing shit that he doesn't tell me about for a good hour or more.

He always looks so fucking stressed so I always end up going out and trying to coax him into bed but he won't until he finishes what he's doing, so I end up curled up in his lap on the couch so he isn't sitting by himself, then when we finally get to bed he's like a dead weight on my chest and he falls asleep as soon as my fingers go into his hair.

It's not healthy for either of us, I can never fall-back sleep after, I'm too worried about him and my mind won't shut off, I just hope things calm down soon so we can be slightly 'normal' for once.

It's easy to forget how short of a time Harry and I have known each other, because all of the shit we've gone through we've had to grow together kind of quickly and it always feels like we've known each other for years.

It's fun though, when things are slightly normal and we get to know little things about each other, like Harry loves romance movies, which is odd cause he is far from the type to like them but he does, he said it's because he never knew what it was like, I don't know if he means that because he never had a girlfriend or something to do with his parents but either way, it was interesting.