Remedy (H.S.)

32

Kennedy Simmons

Some mere rays of sunshine came through the blinds resulting in me waking up. I was still tired though and getting up wasn't a preferable option. I had to though. I didn't like spending a whole day without doing anything productive or important. That is the literal meaning of time waste.

I tried to get off bed but there was something heavy restricting me. I tried once again but when I was about to break free that heavy thing pulled me back in the bed.

"Someone's a little too eager to get away from me, huh?"

I could recognise this voice anywhere. It belonged to the most annoying person ever who I just remembered that yesterday had done... things... to me.

Well that's awkward.

"I'm not trying to run away or anything. I just want to get off bed." It would get ten times more awkward if I'd admit that right now I would rather be anywhere else but here and I wanted to avoid that. He had done nothing wrong after all this time. There was no reason for me to be cold.

Harry's grip tightened around me and pulled me closer so that my back was pressed against his clothed chest.

I don't really remember what happened last night after our activities. I was too tired and I must have fallen asleep while he was helping me clean myself up.

Yesterday's events weren't something that I had planned. It hadn't even crossed my mind when I agreed to join Harry on the race. I can't say I regretted it though. This was without a doubt the most euphoric thing I had ever experienced. Everything about it was perfect. Harry knew what he was doing. He knew how to turn me on and please me. I have to admit that not many people know how to satisfy me on this sector. I'm not going to tell that to him though. He's already way too narcissistic and boosting his ego would make this cohabitation even more insufferable.

Just the memory of him being on top of me and whispering all these things while his fingers were working on me was enough to make my toes curl. The fact that right now he was behind me and I could feel his hot breath against my skin didn't help at all.

God, I hated the effect this man had on me!

I never signed up for this or anything else that happened recently. I never agreed on getting kidnapped, abused by my boyfriend, beeing in danger because of an acquaintance, living with my kidnaper and eventually doing things to me that I didn't regret because I was attracted to him.

This sounded ver much like Stockholm syndrome to me.

Well actually it's not exactly that because I was never a hostage and technically he took me away from danger so...

Back to the subject.

Where's my life fucking going?

I never expected it take this turn and truthfully I hate that I like it. I like the adrenaline that he makes me feel.

"Why would you want to get off the bed? No one's forcing us to leave and..." He interrupted his own sentence just to place a soft kiss on my shoulder. "...you have no work today. We can lay here a little longer."

I didn't have the heart to say no. He was beeing really sweet for some reason and I enjoyed it. I wasn't looking forward to going back to real life where we hate eachother's guts and getting on the other person's nerves is our life purpose.

If yesterday had been nice, today was perfect. There was something so soothing. The usually scary and tough guy was laying here, holding me and beeing softer than I could ever imagine he could be. This was a version of Harry that I really liked. The part of me that was attracted to him was about to have a heart attack.