I didn't really know what to say to Harrison, I mean usually when someone says that you hurt them, you usually say 'I'm sorry' so I'm honestly not too sure what to do with 'I know' I mean, it's not like I really expected an apology, but I really didn't expect this either. Like, if he knew he hurt me then why even do it? Sadly, I can't even seem to find it in myself to even think that he feels bad or remorseful about it.
Like he's said before, if something he does hurts someone then that's their problem, so maybe he's just trying to soothe the pain that I've put myself in
This whole thing is seriously making my head hurt.
He had stayed wrapped around me, hushing me as I tried to calm myself down, I felt completely embarrassed crying in front of him but I just couldn't help it. Alcohol does strange things to your emotions
It usually makes me way too honest, like I can't keep my words or thoughts in my mouth, but I mean, you know what they say, a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts
Eventually he had turned me around, rubbing his thumbs against my cheeks, wiping the dampness from my tears, bending down so his eyes were levelled with mine "Don't cry, baby" he murmured, cupping my jaw as the pads of his thumbs stroked across my cheeks slowly
I'd managed to settle myself down to the occasional sniffle and sharp inhale, my eyes feeling tired and burning from letting tears get the better of me.
I kept my eyes focused on his chest the whole time, doubting that I have it in me to withstand him sucking me straight back in all over again
He quickly pulls me closer, threading his arms back around my waist and I scrunch my nose up as my cheek presses against his damp shirt. I don't register until it happened that he had snaked his hands up the back of my sweatshirt, un-clasping my bra and pulling it out from under my sweatshirt, dropping it on the ground
He slowly pulls away to look down at me, his lips pulled up into a soft smile "See...I told you I wouldn't look" he stated as I just blinked up at him with my reddened eyes, and the corners of my lips lift giving him a thankful yet somber smile
His lips pressed together flatly, as he lets out another deep sigh "Love, I don't like when you look at me like that"
Frowning, I darted my eyes to look back at his chest which causes him to let out another sigh, pressing his lips to my forehead "I meant I don't like it when you look sad, I preferred it when you were angry" he corrected
I shrug my shoulders, speaking softly "Give it a few, I'm sure you'll do something to piss me off"
He brings his hands back up to cup my face, leaning my head back to look down at me with an amused smile.
"Really, only a few? I thought it would've been longer" he said confidently as his smile grows wider
My lips cracked into a genuine smile as I laughed "Yeah, well, I guess I was being a little generous"
He softly pats my cheeks, looking pleased with himself that he got me to laugh "Come on baby, let's get your pants on"
He pauses, lifting his brows and chuckles under his breath "Ya know, this is something that I never would've imagined myself say. Usually, I'd be trying to get your pants off"
Rolling my eyes I pressed my hands to his chest "I guess there's a first time for everything" I stated watching him disregard my comment as he just stares at me like he was deep in thought over something before nodding "Yeah...yeah I guess there is"
He steps back, resting his hands on my shoulders "So, do you think you can get your pants on by yourself without breaking a leg?" Harrison asked
I gave him a shrug, looking up at him with heavy eyes "I can't really make any promises"
