50 Shades Of Him (Narry)

Chapter 20

Dinner went on very quietly. I hadn’t said much since the boathouse. What could I say to him? He would never understand why I was upset. Or why I wanted more. I’m not sure I completely understood why I wanted more. Once dinner was over I excused myself to the bathroom which was luckily right down the hall.

I stepped into the black and white bathroom pushing the door shut. I quickly locked it leaning my forehead against it.  Maybe I just need a breather. Time away from him. I need this weekend to myself. I take a few deep breaths and unlock the bathroom door walking back down the hall seeing that everyone was slowly making their way towards the door. Harry looks over his shoulder at me before slowly turning away. I walk towards everyone and both Amelia and Anne engulf me in a large hug.  Anne whispers a small thank you in my ear and I’m unsure as to why.

“Alright enough hugging, I would like to take Niall home” Harry says causing both his sister and mother to let me go. He looks at me yet again this time with a small smile etched on his face. He’s so confusing. His mother hugs him tight and whispers something to him as well and I can’t hear it. It makes him smile though. A real genuine smile. Once their hug ends Harry grabs my hand leading me out of the house. I fear that once we get in the car we will argue about tonight’s conversation.

We don’t though. As soon as we are in the car Harry simply pulls me into his side so that my head is resting on his shoulder. He rubs my shoulder blade and looks out the window not saying a word. I don’t know what’s worse. Him yelling at me or not saying anything at all. 

I find myself sleeping in Harry’s bed that night. There was no conversation about where I was sleeping he just led me up to his room and set me down on the bed. I tilted my head looking up at him. He kissed my temple before standing up again. “I have some work to finish up” He mutters to me before turning around leaving the room.

I look around the room once I know he is gone and lay down letting the comforter consume me. Everything is so soft in his bed. I lay my head down on the pillow. My eyes close and slowly I am consumed by sleep.

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I can hear words being mumbled but I can’t quite make out what they are. I force my eyes open a little seeing that Harry is sitting next to me. The only light in the room is shining from the open curtains letting the moon’s light in. I look up at Harry seeing that he’s talking to me.

“My real mother…Was a crack whore…I don’t remember much about her. All I know is that her…pimp or whatever you would want to call him would beat her mercilessly. I was only a five year old boy being forced to watch his mother beaten by some man that wasn’t even my father. I would try to stick up for her which only got me hit as well. I can still taste the smell of those wretched cigarettes on my tongue. I can still feel them being pressed against my chest…I’ve hated them both for so long…”

Harry’s story pierces me in the heart. I would have never guessed that such a…beautiful man could live through such horrors. He turns over his shoulders and I let my eyes close not wanting him to know that I had in fact heard his story. He places his hand in mine and I let my eyes open once again. He sighs and looks down at our hands once again.

“Do you have to go?” He whispers and I nod slowly. If I could stay I would I want to yell and hug him. But I don’t I simply scoot over in his bed letting him lay down beside me.

The next morning I somehow wake up before Harry does. He’s usually up in his office by this time but I choose not to wake him. He seems peaceful and after his story last night all he needs is peace and rest.  I slip out of the bed and tip toe out of the room. I quickly go to the guest room and decide to take my shower there. My plane leaves in a few hours and I would like to be early so that I can get through all the airport security.  After my shower I change into a simple white and grey T-Shirt and blue jeans. I pack a bag filled with the clothes Harry bought me. As much as he wished he didn't buy all of this for me I do love a lot of them.