birds // hs

14. Encounters *

Early update bc why not (:

I pulled on Harry's shirt and crawled under the covers next to him, my head nuzzling into his chest as he wrapped me in his ample arms.

"I have to ask you something," he said quietly, breaking the silence that had settled over the old house.

I yawned. "Shoot."

"Why do you always scratch your tattoo when I ask about your stepdad?"

I took a deep breath and hugged his arm, which made him intertwine our fingers as he awaited my reply.

"I have scar underneath it," I confessed, closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to see his reaction. "He gave it to me."

Instead of flying into a rage and breaking everything in sight like I thought he would, Harry just sighed and hugged me a little tighter.

"It was- it was the first time he got drunk," I continued softly. "He had asked me to wash the dishes and I was just, in a mood I guess, and I said no. I ended up going out with some friends and when I came back, he was in the kitchen, piss drunk and holding a beer bottle. I don't really remember the rest but I remember the hospital. I needed seven stitches."

"That's a load of crap, Rachel," he scowled. "Why didn't you tell anyone? What did your mum say?"

"I think my mom knew. It just sort of went unsaid that he did it."

"And she didn't have a problem with that?"

"We never talked about it. She loves him and he loves her. I decided to just keep my head down and try to move on."

"He cut you, baby girl," Harry sighed deeply. "You can't just move on from something like that."

"I was already mourning the loss of my brother, and my father had just checked into a mental facility. I was confused and lost. I had no one."

"Jesus, it kills me to hear you say that," he mumbled into my neck. "And I don't ever want to hear you say it again, okay? So I'm not leaving you with him. Not tonight, not ever. Alright?"

I laughed. "That's sort of impossible, mister fix-it. You have to go back to teaching after this summer and I have to finish school."

"Don't talk about leaving," he whined playfully. "I don't want you to leave me."

"I'm not leaving you," I answered, smiling to myself as he broke into laughter. I loved his laugh, it was like every good sound I had ever heard. He was so adorable.

All of the sudden he stopped laughing and pulled me on top of him, his hands moving down to my butt as I giggled.

"Baby," he moaned softly, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. "Crawl up here and sit on my face, darling."

I hiked up Harry's long shirt and held it above my waist so he could get to my panties, which he decided to tear instead of taking them off.

"Those were my favorite," I pouted, situating myself on either side of his face.

"Don't worry darling, I'll buy you more," he promised me, his full lips pressing soft kisses all along the inside of my thigh.

"Uh huh," I groaned as his tongue slowly dragged up my throbbing core. "Oh shit, that feels so good, daddy."

"Not daddy, baby," he grinned against me. "Harry. I like the sound of you saying my name."

"Harry," I whined, my hands gripping his shoulders for support as his tongue picked up pace. "Oh my god."