forever&always

~CHAPTER 33~

~HARRY'S POV~

***a few days later***

"Wake up Em.. Time for school."

"..."

"Babe? Open your eyes love."

"Huh..? Already..?"

"C'mon love. Lets get ready for school. Hmm?"

Emily groaned as I continued to shake her. She had been sleeping soundly- like a little angel. She was never an early-riser but she seemed especially tired today. Em had buried her head under the pillows and I laid beside her on the bed. She slowly inched into my arms and rested upon my chest. I stroked the back of her hair and asked her.

"Wanna stay home? If the wound still hu-"

"It's okay Harry. I've made you miss enough school days already."

"It's honestly fine. I'd rather spend time with you than go to school."

"Nonsense Harry! We gotta at least graduate babe!"

"I'm sure one more day wouldn't hurt."

"Nah.. C'mon Harry. I'm gonna take a quick shower so I'll meet you out soon."

She propped herself up from the bed and stretched out her arms. Emily was yawning and rubbing her eyes. I slowly leaned in towards her and gave her a small peck on the lips. Her expression immediately turned into a smile and she stood up from the bed. She blew a kiss in my direction right before she walked into the bathroom.

~EMILY'S POV~

***10 minutes later***

I got out of the shower and started to dry my hair. Plugging in the plug, I turned it on. As soon as I reached for the back of my head, a sharp sting shot through my body. It resonated from head to toe and knocked the breath out of me. I immediately clutched my right side and started to breath heavily. I held onto the counter for support and stared at my reflection in the mirror. It felt like a sharp jab which made me wince every time I thought about it. The wound wasn't fully healed yet and I guess stretching my stomach weren't exactly helping. I was about to give up on the blow-drier thing when Harry suddenly walked in the bathroom. I gasped and immediately covered myself since I was only in a skimpy bra and undies.

"Wh- GET OUT HARRY!"

"Need some help with that?"

"I- Maybe. Well, yes. But after I put some clothes on!"

"I've already seen you like this plenty of times- no worries."

"Fine.. Here. Thanks Harry."

"Come closer love."

I handed him the blow-drier and he turned it on. Harry started drying my hair gently and I smiled. It was the first time that someone else had blow-dried my hair and Harry seemed to be doing a pretty good job. He was so sweet to me. Possibly the best boyfriend ever. He gently untangled my messy curls and and I bent my head forward. I slowly started to unwrap my arms that were covering my body and just let then hang loose on my sides.

"I think it's dry now.. Thanks.."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

I grabbed the my shirt from the rack and when I was about to slip it on- someone had gripped my wrists tightly. It was Harry. He led me in front of the bathroom mirror and hugged me behind it. Harry was also directly looking at something- the freshly bandaged up wound. His eyes looked desperate and he sighed a little bit. I could tell what he was thinking. He was blaming himself again- resenting and never forgiving himself. Harry's thumbs gently grazed over o bandaid and he didn't say a single word to me. After a few minutes, I turned around in his arms to face him and I spoke.