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It was hot and sticky. Sweaty bodies, soft moans, sucking and biting, thrusting long and hard, deep pillow talks.
That was the last I saw of him. Tears stinging my eyes as I stare at the empty side of the bed. I traced my hands over the dented figure. As if he really was here. With me. Not gone.
He promised me the world. The FUCKING world. Now it's all gone. He was all gone and I fucking hated.. him.
•••
All I hear are gunshots, piercing screams and presumably a body falling. I don't have a chance to run. How could I when I'm blindfolded and handcuffed. I'm hounded by two strong men, forcing me into the car.
'Hey.. easy' I hear someone say.
He sounds obviously familiar but I can't put a finger on it.
'FUCKING DRIVE ASSHOLE' I hear him say harshly.
I flinch to the venom in his voice. Tears stinging my eyes. He places his hand to my thigh, squeezing it lightly.
'S'okay.. I'm not going to hurt you' he whispers softly.
Hard to believe. Dickhead.
Next thing I know, I'm pushed to the ground by the two men.
'I said easy. Can't scare the poor girl' he commands.
Again I flinch from the harshness of his voice. My body is trembling. Heart beating so fast, pounding out of my chest like I've seen a ghost. One of the men grabs at my hair, pulling the blindfold out of my face as the other removes my handcuffs. A gasp falls from someone's lips and I squint my eyes to the source, almost blinded by the light . Him. Fuck.. no.
'Y/N?' He's surprised.
I am too. Shocked even. All these torturous years of heartbreak. Now memories are flooding in waves, reminding me of that fucked up night. Tangled in between the bedsheet.
'Harry?' I question.
He bends down, reaching for me but I move away until my back hits against the wall. Now I'm totally fucked.
'What's going on, why am I here?' I ask nervously.
I feel like throwing up.
'Please Y/N' he whispers softly, trying to keep me calm.
I shake my head, letting tears fall uncontrollably.
'WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE?' I scream.
He doesn't say anything avoiding my gaze but when he does, it only holds guilt.
'I'm sorry' he rushes to my side but I push him away, screaming.
My breaths are staggered, eyes still crying out painful tears. My hands, they move to my pregnant belly. Harry looks at me with wide eyes.
'You're pregnant?' He asks.
I simply nod, clutching my other hand around my pregnant belly.
'It's yours' I barely whisper.
He hears it, stumbling backwards. Like he's been stabbed a million times.
'Mi-mine?' He asks, voice staggering. 'What.. How?'.
I don't look at him, avoiding his gaze.
'That summer night' I mention.
It finally clicks to him.
His hands, they slid up my top cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra.
'Are you sure, lovie?' He asked.
I simply whispered a soft yes to his ear. He sent shivers down my spine, kissing my abdomen. I felt butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach. His finger poked through the thin fabric of my panties, dipping it in my honey. I gasped at the coolness of his ring.
'Fuck' he curses, pacing the room. 'Give me a minute'.
He sits himself at the drivers seat, screaming and shaking his head in frustration. His hands, they grip the steering wheel tightly, turning his knuckles white. After a minute or two he finally makes his way back over, taking in shaky breaths. He runs his hand through his hair, sighing. All of this is making me even more anxious and by the looks of it he can tell. My head collides with his chest and I cling onto him, crying my heart out.
'I promise, love' he speaks, rocking me side to side to calm my shaky tears. ' I wont hurt you. I won't let anyone touch you'.
I finally look up at him with tear stained cheeks, somewhat holding onto his vows. He makes that promise.. I just hope he doesn't break it.. ever.
