Love Save the Empty

Twenty Five

Bella stared up at the rusty letters on the arc over the entrance of the cemetery. Her and Harry have been standing at the entrance for what felt like hours, but was only a matter of minutes. As much as Bella wanted answers, as she looked up at her boy and saw the look on his face, she couldn’t help but feel as if she wanted to forget everything that has happened in the past couple hours and just go home to bed with Harry.

Bella turned so she stood in front of Harry, their eyes immediately connecting after minutes of staring off in their own direction. She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her cold lips to his surprising warm ones. Harry let out a shaky breath into her mouth, as if he had been holding his breath the entire time they stood at the entrance. Bella pulled away to push the hair from his face and smooth away his worry lines.

“Whatever you want to show me, Harry,” Bella started, rubbing her thumbs across his red cheeks, “whoever’s in there, you don’t have to show me right now.”

A small, sad smirk etched across his face. “What happened to wanting answers?”

She kissed the bare skin of his chest that his V-neck and jacket didn’t cover, then placed her head on his chest. “I changed my mind.”

Harry chuckled, kissing the top of her head and wrapping one arms around the small of her back while the other smoothed out her hair.

“You’re a piece of work, Isabella.”

She propped her chin up on his chest so she stared up into those beautiful green eyes.

“And that’s why I’m so irresistible.”

Bella’s attempt to lighten up the mood was a success when she head Harry’s laughter echo through the cold, dreary atmosphere.

He took her head in his hands and left a chaste kiss on her lips. “That you are, baby.” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her hear before taking her hand and leading her to the bench that sat in front of the cemetery. “Come.”

Once they both sat down, Harry took a deep breath before beginning.

“Now, what I am about to tell you is a lot to take in. And I understand that. But please, please, don’t leave me right away, baby. Take some time to think about this, okay?”

Bella stared down at Harry’s hand in hers, his thumb tracing over her knuckles.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he took a deep breath, unable to form words, stuttering over every one that almost came out of his mouth.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Harry muttered exasperatedly.

Bella squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to—“

“Yes. Yes I do have to do this. I want you to have all of me. And to have all of me you need to know everything about me.”

Her hand found his cheek once again, this time Harry leaned into her touch, and she felt his body suddenly become more relaxed.

“Take your time, Harry. I’m not going anywhere.”

Harry’s eyes fluttered shut, and when they opened, Bella could see the reluctance, yet determination in his eyes.

“When you first moved here, everyone told you about how dangerous I was, and how you should stay away, right?”

Bella nodded, too interested and focused to form words at the moment.

“And… well, you remember how I would be in school one week, and gone the next?”

She nodded once again, “But that was because of your dad…”