Unspoken, but Loved (H.S)

Chapter 9-Getting to Know You

After removing myself from Harry's arms to go freshen myself up in the attached bathroom, I kissed Harry's forehead. Harry woke up, smiled and held his arms open to embrace me. He slowly got up and we walked hand in hand to the kitchen.

"I'm very sorry love, about George, I know you were close with him, it's so awful," Harry sighed sadly. I nodded sadly too. I stood up and walked into the living room, in search for my whiteboard. Once I found it, I took it in my grasp and went back to where Harry sat at the island.

"I think I want to tell you everything," I wrote with nervous shaky hands. I handed him the board, his eyes scanning over it, and then looked over to me.

"Love, I don't want you to feel pressured into telling me things, just because I'm letting you stay here," Harry cautiously spoke. I shook my head and gently took the board from his hands, erasing it, so I could begin writing again.

"I don't feel pressure at all Harry, I just want to finally let it all out after holding it in for so long. I trust you, and I don't trust anyone else besides George, you are the only one now," I wrote quickly. He looked at it, nodded and waited for me to continue. Suddenly, he stopped my writing hand and handed me his phone to type, so I had more room. I smiled in appreciation to him.

"I grew up with my parents. My mom once told me I was a failed abortion, and I should've never been born. They never wanted me or to take care of me. My father is an alcoholic and drug user. He has abused me ever since I could remember. He called me a 'slut' and 'whore' everyday. At least every week, he would make me do sexual acts on him and he himself did they to me. He punched me and threw glasses at me just enough so I wouldn't need to go to the hospital. My mom either wasn't home, or watched it all happen. The money I had saved up for school, was found by my parents, and they took it to spend on drugs and liquor. Every time you saw me at George's store, I was there buying whiskey for my father. The night you saw me walking alone, I had been kicked out and left on the porch," I wrote with detail. Taking a breath, I handed over the phone back to Harry. I indicated I needed to go to the restroom, to which he understood and nodded.

Walking away, I quickly slipped into the bathroom, and sat on the floor. I reached up to flush the toilet, to make it seem I actually needed to go, when I truly just didn't want to be next to him as he read it. A few stray tears fell down my face and landed on the cold tile. When I decided I was in there long enough, I opened the door and headed towards where Harry sat.

The closer I got to him, I noticed tears falling from his flush saddened face. He turned to look at me, stood up, and took long strides towards me until he reached me and finally hugged me tight.

He was holding on for dear life, never wanting to let me go. I heard him sniffle every few seconds, with his hand rubbing up and down my back gingerly.

I pulled him back to look at his face. I mouthed 'it's ok' to him to reassure I was now safe with him. I was no longer with my parents, now having him care for me. Leaning down, he connected our salty tear stained lips.

At this moment, I knew, deep down, I loved this man. I loved him with my entire heart, and would do anything, absolutely anything for him.