Two Ghosts [h.s]

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Happy 6K! Writing is my coping mechanism and I'm glad you like the random stuff I type :)

Much awaited chapter.

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It's around five in the morning and we haven't gone to bed. We've both been stuck to each other like glue. Harry's calmed down and has been brushing over my skin with his thumb but in the last hour has turned his attention to my palms running a finger over it.

I've tried to tug away but he pulled it right back, not budging with my pleads. It's been about an hour and he's just been tracing over the cuts gently. Neither of us has bothered to speak but my stomach grows anxious at his hard eyes on my hands.

It kills me inside of what this young boy went through. How much guilt he's put on himself from such a young age. It crushes me what happened with his sister and how much he loved her. I can't even express it in words.

What I don't ever want him to know is that I tried to do the same thing. He wouldn't be able to handle it. He never wants me to leave and if he sees the hidden mark he'll break or cling to me and that's not what either of us needs.

When's the point that we're not good for each other anymore and just become toxic? Dragging each other down as the other drowns.

My thoughts snap when his finger accidentally touches my cut and I hiss out in pain. He removes his hand quickly and looks up at me in panic. "I'm sorry."

I immediately feel bad from the hurt look on his face. "It's okay."

"No, I hurt you. I don't ever want to do that again."

"You're not hurting me." I ease his worries but he doesn't believe me, looking through my eyes as his head rests on the pillow.

"You're sure?"

"Im sure."

"I'm still allowed to kinda kiss you right?" His eyes weakly look up and I nod. 

He immediately pulls forward and lays a kiss on my cheek. His lips lay pressed into my skin delicately lingering over the area. He lets an exhale from his lips as he pulls away and rolls over getting off the bed.

Before he can make it past the sheets I grab his arm in panic. He looks back at me empathetically and reaches forward to drag my body to the edge.

"Can I?" He says placing his hand on top of mine. Ashamed to look at him I just nod and he reaches forward to carry me to the bathroom.

I hug his neck tightly as he walks through the room.

Placing me on the counter he wipes over my tired eyes and frowns before shaking his head. I don't bother to speak knowing he just has to figure things out for himself. It's a storm I can only stop by being here.

Pulling open the cupboard he finds what he's looking for and pulls out a small first aid fit. I close my hands into light fists and close my eyes in embarrassment.

"Hey." He tilts my chin but I keep my eyes closed. "Please look at me." I weakly do what I'm told and my eyes flutter to his green ones perched in front of me.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm just going to wrap them up," I remember the day he came to my work and I wanted to wrap his own cuts for him just needing him to know someone cares.

"Okay."

He pulls on my hand and presses his fingers lightly to open them. I follow through with the motion and I watch his every move looking for caution on his face but he shows none.