Cards Against Us All {HS}

-Chapter Twenty Five-

Chapter Twenty Five:

Clara

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . Fuck.

The flappy fucking insects in my body cavities were continuously going mental at this point. They were getting excited every time I would be around Harry.

I didn't want to do it again. Never. There were things that happened in previous relationships that I didn't want to do again. I made mistakes all the damn time and I didn't want to hurt Harry. He had literally been there for me ever since I had met him.

He had cared for me, stroking my back in the aftermath of almost every nightmare. He held my hair back when I was throwing up after having a few too many shots at the bars we had been to. He had taken me for a pretty romantic dinner in Paris plus all the other things he had done for me and the places he had taken me. He was always just all round perfect.

I only realised the things that I was feeling when I woke up the morning after Billie, Zayn, Harry and I all fucked. It hit me like a lorry because I was just watching him sleep and then he unconsciously moved closer to me and when he pulled himself closer into my chest, my heart skipped a beat and my stomach did fucking somersaults. It was like there was a whole gymnastic competition going on in my stomach.

I ran my fingers through his hair, knowing that I would probably have to wake him up soon because we were leaving the house in not too long to head to the airstrip. "Harry, wake up." He didn't budge so I stroked down the side of his face, "baby, we have to start packing."

He started to stir in his sleep so I leant over his face and kissed all over it. I was whispering, "wake up, wake up, wake up."

He grumbled something and then he woke up, giggling when he realised that I was directly in his face. "Hi." He sent a goofy smile my way and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to lie on top of him.

"You're happy today." I said, listening to his heart rate. It was at a steady pace which made me question if Harry could my heart racing.

"I'm here with you and in bed."

"Well, I'm sorry to say this but we do have to get up and pack as soon as possible because we have to leave in a few hours." I patted my hand against his chest.

He groaned, dropping his head onto his pillow. "I don't want to move!" He exaggerated the o in 'move'.

"I know, baby. I know." I linked my fingers with his and tried to pull him up but I just ended up collapsing on his chest with an, "oof."

Harry rolled me off his chest so I was snuggling into his side. His fingers were tracing circles into my arm. He slid his hand down my arm to trace the outside of my wrist. I tensed even though I knew that he wasn't going to do anything that I wasn't comfortable with.

He turned my hand over, exposing my tattoo to him. "What does this tattoo mean?" He asked, stroking his finger calluses very gently over the space on the inside of my wrist.

It was a celtic symbol that had swirls and a compass and even a semi colon entwined into it.

I hesitated on whether I actually wanted to tell Harry or not but I decided that I trusted him enough. I spoke softly, replacing his hand with my fingers because I didn't want his fingers to be brushing over the scars that it covered. "The celtic symbol means strength. It's actually called the Ailm and the compass passing through it will forever guide me to keep going and to be able to get through anything that hits me. The semi colon is used when something could have ended but the author kept going."