Two Ghosts [h.s]

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It's been two days. Yesterday we spent all day in bed, sleeping, hugging, kissing and ensuring that we saw each other the same way.

That we weren't broken after all.

I've never been hugged so tight and it made me feel so wanted in this big world.

I started crying because I didn't want to fall asleep last night. I was so scared I was going to see my father again, so Harry did the only thing he knew how. We took a bath and he let me cry and simply hug him as he whispered calming things in my ear.

After my breakdown and letting everything out he kissed my tears while letting his finger roam around my face until tapping my nose. That simple action seems to calm me down in my darkest moments. It shows just how much he cares.

We stayed in the bath hugging each other and you could feel the tension in the air lighten when he bopped my nose and my giggles filled the room. I tried so hard to keep it down but I find I'm always smiling when I'm with him.

Carrying us to the bed, he pulled my hips right against him until I was practically on top of him. I slept with my head in the crook of his neck where I always feel the safest in.

Waking up to the bright room, Harry's hands are wrapped around my waist securely ensuring that I can't move. Keeping me all safe in a cocoon a yawn passes my lips as I turn my head on his shoulder. Through blurry and post crying eyes I look up to his frame staring down at me.

His soft hands glide down my cheek as he whispers, "Good morning angel." Just like that my heart clenches remembering every time he's said those words to me. I remember hating that word at first because I believed it was opposite to who I was and a reminder of my pathetic life but he showed me just how much of a welcomed presence on this earth I was. That someone loved me after all.

"I love you too, Harry." Is all I say in a tired voice and he leans down to kiss my forehead.

Waking up I feel like myself again. I've had enough with letting my trauma rule my life and now that Harry knows and didn't bat an eyelash, I think I can officially let it go.

I'm letting myself free.

I'm truly not living until I can let myself see that what my parents did wasn't my fault. After years of blaming myself, once I saw how Harry reacted, It was like a weight lifted off my chest.

You can be judged for everything you do but it takes one person who believes in you to change the course of everything in your life. Having one person who loves and makes you feel special changes everything. I feel so important and valid.

"Are you feeling better?" He asks as I lift myself up from his chest. My elbows bend but Harry slides me right back down. Guiding me to lay beside him on the bed once my body hits the mattress I soak right into the sheets and dig myself in his chest.

As my cheek hits his body I hum into the feeling as I press myself deeper. "I'm very well, thanks for asking." I breathe against his soft skin as he plays with my hair.

"Are we not sad anymore?" He checks with amusement in his voice because we're so quick to absorb things and move on.

"Nope, I'm all cried out," I mumble in delight as he chuckles a morning rasp from above.

"Well, I need you to wake up." Speaking quickly, sounding like he's been awake for hours, I just mumble as he takes my shoulders and presses me to the bed. Opening my one eye he indeed is very much awake and it pisses me off.

"Just go to bed." I turn around completely so my head is in the pillow and I just completely lay boneless on the soft mattress curled up in the sheets. "It's so early."