Unsteady || H.S

Chapter 4

~September 10th, 2015~

After getting Ramsey, Harry and I some food at McDonald's I take him to my dorm, his shaking figure worrying. Ramsey smiles widely when I give her her food, taking her change before heading to her sister's dorm to rest. An ounce of anxiety comes on but I trust Harry even more when we're alone. I plate our food, Harry thanking me quietly, standing awkwardly as I sit down on my bed to watch television.

"Harry, you can sit down if you'd like," he nods and sits close to me, obviously not willing to be far from me. The food is finished slowly by us both, me standing up to throw away the paper plates and all over trash. "I'll be right back," I go into the bathroom, washing my face free of makeup for the night ahead and changing into some sweats and a white tee.

"Skylar, can we maybe go to my house?" I smile down at him, nodding because he'll obviously be much more comfortable there. I grab a few essentials before leaving with Harry, the walk to the campus's McDonald's quick to get to his car. He drives quickly, almost missing every turn and stop sign but careful not to get us into a crash. By the time we get to his house his breathing is sporadic once again, his chest moving in quick bursts until he begins to seem lightheaded.

"Harry, come on," I take his hand and lead him to the front door, his hands shaking as he unlocks the front door. "Okay sit down I'll be right back," he sits quietly as I go upstairs to his bathroom, running him a warm bath. I brought a bath-bomb from my dorm so he can calm down, the smell made specially to induce sleepiness. It dissolves into the warm water and I add some bubbles to make him feel better.

"Hey, I'll grab you some comfortable clothes, I ran you a bath and I want you to relax okay?" He says nothing as he walks to the bathroom, locking the door after he enters. My heart sinks as I walk away from the door, grabbing him a pair of sweatpants and a tee so he'll be as comfortable as possible. "Harry," I knock on the door after about twenty minutes, hoping he has relaxed by now. He hums an answer, not speaking a word since we left my dorm. "I've got some clothes for you to wear once you're finished. Can I set them on the counter?" I hear him utter a small 'yes' and cover my eyes, blinding setting down the clothes.

"Skylar," his voice startles me but I turn towards it, keeping my hand placed over my eyes. I feel him grab my arm, tugging my hand away from my eyes to find him standing in nothing but a towel around his waist. Flustered, my cheeks blush as I quickly hold eye contact, keeping my eyes away from his lower body. His hand comes up to my face, brushing a stray hair back behind my ear; my eyes falling shocked to his chest as I contemplate the amount of feelings from such a small touch. My intake of breath is heard as his lips come closer to my own, our vulnerable states coming together in the moment.

"Thank you," his lips ghost over mine with his words, my heart stopping in my chest. My hands come up to his tan chest, delicately showing as much affection as I can without kissing him. His lips meet my cheek, finding his way down to my jawline leaving me weak. I grasp his shoulders once he makes his way to my neck, sucking every inch possible leaving his mark. After what must be the fourth hickey his eyes meet mine once again.

"There's no need to thank me," I back away from his body, handing him the clothes and leaving the bathroom. He arrives in the living room soon after fully clothed. His body is placed directly next to mine on the couch, leaving me no room to object as he secures his arm around me. A movie is turned on, my mind wandering as I stare blankly at the screen in silence. I shouldn't allow him this close to me, doing things to me that have never been done before. The effect he has on me drives me insane, my need to be with him greater than my need to be alone. All my life I've been able to avoid people, but the moment I met this piece of shit, charming, attractive, but so unbelievably broken boy my walls begin to crumble slowly but surely.

Out of nowhere he turns the television off and grabs my body, effortlessly carrying me to his bedroom. Anxiety sparks in my body, the thought of being taken into a closed room with a man terrifying for me. "Relax," his lips land behind my earlobe, shocking me. Make yourself comfortable he tells me, I grab a blanket and pillow and lie down on the floor with them. He looks skeptically at me but removes his shirt and climbs into the bed anyways. With the lights out I relax into the large blanket, sleep finding me soon after.

"Skylar, Sky, Skylar," my name is drawn out in whispers, waking me up smoothly from a much needed sleep. I hum in response, still too tired to actually speak. "Can you come lay up here with me? I can't sleep." I groan lightly, turning over to look up at him. "What time is it?" His expression is troubled, almost tortured, full of pain. "Two o'clock in the morning. Please Sky please," I sigh, too exhausted to argue with anything he says. Reluctantly I crawl into the bed, his arms immediately holding me close to him. "All I could picture, all I could feel was her touch. It won't go away," his light words heavily beat down on my chest leaving me out of breath. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner."

"Not just her," he whimpers, burying his head in the crook of my neck. Immediately I begin to kiss the skin of his bare shoulders and the side of his head, rubbing my thumb in circles on his back. I hold the broken man in my arms, not willing to ask for details about what he just said to me, him already hurting enough. "Go to sleep Harry, I'm right here and nobody will ever be able to hurt you while I'm here." Soon enough small snores begin to escape his lips, sleep finding me once again not long after that.

**a/n shorter but far more meaningful than anything so far. PLEASE comment, I don't know how I should continue without knowing what the readers are thinking and it only takes seconds. Thank you lovelies. xx**