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Chapter 70

I dreamt about you nearly every night this week 

– Arctic Monkeys, Do I Wanna Know?

. . . .

I wait till we're out of the house to let the tears fall and the second our feet hit the pavement of the ground, Harry pulls me into his chest. One hand holds the back of my skull while the other holds me around the waist, calmly shushing me and telling me to calm down. 

"He hates me, Harry." I sob into his chest.

His soft lips against my forehead calm me slightly but my chest is still heaving and it's becoming even harder to catch my breath.

"He doesn't hate you, love. He just doesn't like the age difference...or me."

"I told you this would happen."

He disregards my statement and says, "Let's get out of here."

He opens my door and waits for me to get inside the car before heading to his side. Pulling out of the driveway as fast as possible, he rests his head against his hand that's propped up on the armrest. A long sigh leaves his lips and he reaches over to grasp my hand. "I'm sorry, Violet. This whole night is all my fault and you were right. I'm sorry for pressuring you into doing this right now. It wasn't right and I was selfish."

"What does it matter? It's over; it's done with."

The second the car stops in the driveway, I open the door and head inside the house. My things are thrown onto the couch as I walk past and into our bedroom. Harry says my name from behind me as he follows me into the bathroom.

"Violet, baby, please talk to me. We'll work through this together—just like we always do. Let's forget about it for the rest of the night, alright? We can relax and do whatever you want."

He uses two fingers to turn my chin so I look directly into his gleaming eyes. "Hey, stay here. I want to do something for you."

He starts backing away slowly, the grin never leaving his lips. "Close your eyes...and no peaking!"

I sit down on the bed with my back facing away from the bedroom door and take off my shoes and jacket. There's a bit of rustling behind me with doors clicking shut then opening only a few seconds later. Then finally, the bed dips beside me and Harry's lips tickle my neck as he whispers, "Come with me."

I stand up with his guidance and blindly follow him, my only source of direction being his soft hand in mine and the trust I have in him to not let me run into the wall or door. I can feel the heat radiating off his body from behind me as he lets me know that I can open my eyes.

When I open them, I'm astounded and flattered when I see the lights dimmed and the only light sources are coming from numerous candles lit up—one on the back of the toilet and two on the sink counter. His laptop is set up in the corner on a chair.

"I love it and I love you so much." I lean up and kiss him. My hands run up and down his back, his sliding down to cup my ass then gives it a little squeeze. When I pull back, my eyes flick over to see the bottle that's placed on the sink vanity and I drop my hands from his warm body.

"What's wrong? Am I missing anything? What? Do you want me to get food or anything? I can take it all down if you're not up for it tonight," he rambles on, scratching his head while looking around the room to see what he can remove first until he catches the direction to where my eyes are locked on to.

When he finally notices my constant, undisturbed stare at the bottle sitting on the vanity, he quickly interjects with, "It's okay. It's—"

"No, I don't feel comfortable giving you alcohol. Especially when you've had a troubling past with it," I ramble on but he only shows a grin on his lips as I flub my words under his humored stare. "What?"