Forced Happily Ever After // H.S

Chapter 11

Harry and I haven't talked all day.

After the conversation by the pool, he has been keeping his distance from me. I've seen him in the living room from the pool he's been either on a phone call or on his laptop.

I just don't understand why he is so mad about me not wanting to have intimate contact with him. Doesn't he get that I don't want anything of that after he had sex with Michelle on our wedding day?

I am so glad that I'm not scared of the pool, only the ocean because the pool felt so good right now since it was so warm. The feeling of my body getting cooled down was what I needed it.

After a few hours lounging by the pool, I got back inside with my empty soda can and I was also getting hungry. It was lunchtime so I figured I would make some lunch for us.

I place the can by the sink before I open the fridge, seeing that it is filled with different groceries and drinks. I decided to make some simple chicken salad since it was some pre-made cooked chicken in the fridge.

"What are you doing?" I jump slightly when I heard Harry's voice, and when I turned around he was standing in front of me with a coffee cup in his hand.

"I thought I should make some lunch, I was getting hungry." I reply softly. He doesn't say anything as he turns around and goes and sit back on a chair in the living room.

I let out a breath before I start to cut up some vegetables for the salad. He looks so distant, so out of it. Is it because I was turning him down earlier? I hope he understands why I did it though. I wouldn't do anything like that if I didn't wa-

"Ow!" I yelp out when I feel something sharp on my ring finger and when I look down I see that I was bleeding.

"What happened?"

I look over my shoulder to see that Harry was standing behind me and he was looking directly down at my finger.

"What were you doing?" He mumbles as he grabs my hand and leads me to the sink. He turns the water on and waits for it to be cold before he places my finger under and I hiss my teeth when it stings.

"Hold it there, I'm going to grab some bandage." He tells me before he disappears upstairs. I bite my lip as I try to hold it under, but it stings and hurts.

"One of the reasons why I don't cook." I murmur to myself.

I have managed to not hurt myself when I've cooked at his house, I was just too busy in my head that the knife probably slipped and cut my skin. Luckily it isn't deep enough for it to be sewed.

Harry comes back with a plain, nude bandage and places it on the counter next to the sink. He grabs my hand as he turns off the sink before he gets a paper towel and carefully dries of the water. It continues to bleed a little as he puts on the bandage and lightly strokes his thumb over it.

I look up to see him looking right back at me, and I see some sort of emotion flash in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." His voice is low and soft as he speaks and I give him a small smile, knowing that he is referring to the conversation by the pool.

"Thank you. I just don't like feeling pressured to do things I don't want to do." I tell him and he nods, pushing a hand through his hair.

"Yeah." He says before he pauses for a few seconds. "I didn't mean to pressure you, I guess I was just in the moment." He explains and I nod.

"Thank you for apologizing, I accept that." I tell him and he nods, looking relieved.

"I was thinking that we could go to the town and explore a little after lunch. Are you up for that?" He asks and I nod.