A Tragedy Away (h.s. fan fiction)

Chapter Twenty -Four

I awoke the next morning unlike my normal mornings in the solitude of my room but in Harry's arms. Apparently we'd fell asleep on the couch watching a movie. I was laying completely on top of Harry with my hands flat on his warm and toned chest while his right arm was cradling the back of my head and his left was stretched out along my back and his hand rested on my butt. I was afraid to move because he was still sound asleep and he looked so peaceful. The way his full pink lips slightly pouted made him look younger and his eye lashes fanned out along his checks. It was a fact that if I moved he would wake. So I lay there and enjoyed the woodsy sent of Harry and the way our bodies fit perfectly together, the natural warmth that radiated off of him, and the adorable little snores that erupted from him. I must have lay there for hours because there was a shift in his breathing that told me he woke up. I felt him slowly come too and let a quiet yawn escape him. Not once did he tense up because of the position he had woken up in. He just drew figure eights on my back but didn't remove his hand from my ass. I guess he hadn't really realized that yet because it was cover by a blanket. I had my head positioned so that he wouldn't be able to see that I wasn't asleep either. Then he did the unexpected and began to sing a soft slow melody in my ear.
" 🎵 Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you
Baby you light up my world
Like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair
Gets me overwhelmed
And when you smile at the ground
It ain't hard to tell
You don't know
You don't know you're beautiful 🎵"
Without thinking I looked up and was met with sparkling free eyes. He had been looking at me the whole time. I forgot that I was pretending sleep but I doubt that he believed it.
"You're horrible at that." He whispered.
"At what?" I asked
"At pretending to be sleep, love. You snore when you're sleep....and you talk in your sleep as well." He stated matter of factly. I abruptly sat up and gasped. U was not aware that I was straddling his waist.
"I do not!" I giggled. His smile grew and his dimples showed as he gazed up at me. Then suddenly his smile faltered and his cheeks grew a tent of pink. I furrowed my eyebrows in curiosity until I was aware of what was happening. My cheeks flamed hot when I dropped our eye contact and saw that I only had on his ill fitting Rolling Stones t- shirt and my under wear. I tried to stand up but the blanket was tangled around me making my tumble straight to the floor in between the couch and the coffee table. CLICK!
"Harry! Mate wake up! We're going to take you to see Delia!" Niall screamed as Louis, Zayn, Liam and him entered through the front door.
"What the -"
"Harry, we're sorry we had to bribe you that way to get you out of the house but it's five in the evening, mate." Louis said to Harry. I figured if there was any time to stand up and let my presence be made it was now. I moved to stand up but hit my head on the coffee table.
"Fuck!" I yelled out of pain. I finally got the blanket off and I was now standing in front of Harry, who was still laying shocked on the couch, holding my forehead.
"Hey LiLi. Hey LouLou. Hey Nialler. Sup Zayn." I say casually as they look at me with bulged eyes and slack jaws. Then I noticed what I'm wearing and I guess they do too by the way they're looking everywhere else but in my eyes. I turn and see Harry with his jaw clenched shut.
"Wait for me in my room, Delia. And take the blankets please." He said wrapping it around my small but wonderfully portioned body as if trying to cover me up so the boys can't see. I nod and wave to the boys before disappearing into the hallways but I could still hear some of the conversation.
"What the fuck! I told you to stop embarrassing me around her! Now she probably thinks I'm a stalker! For fucks sake, mates." Harry said. Holy fucking shit! He cares what I think about him! But he's so........ And I'm just........ I'm a nerd. I mean for crying out loud I read the books before I watch the movies..... I walk into his room and quietly close the door behind me. I don't want him to know I heard what he was saying. I fold the blanket up and place it on his bed. I go to the bag he packed for me and look to see what he got. I know everything in my closet is cute but I want to see if the man has taste. I open the bag and find my white high top Chuck Taylors, my favorite purple puppy socks, and my strapless pearly pink sweetheart dress. I'm happy to see that he grabbed random underwear because they completely don't match. Since everything is out of my bag I decide to take a quick shower and get dressed while I wait. I walk over to grab a towel and stop short when I see something shiny catch my eye. I reach inside and pull out a golden heart shaped necklace. The necklace my dad gave me when I was four. I slowly sat down on the bed just looking at it. Remembering it and why I got it.
⚡ FlashBack⚡
"Hey, princess!" My dad cooed at me. I was hiding under the kitchen table from him because he just got home. Normally she he comes home is when they fight.
"C'mon, doll. Daddy wouldn't hurt his number one would he? Don't hide it's alright. I have a present for you....." He said reaching toward me making me flinch back. I remember wanting to know why he didn't remember anything. Eventually I came out and stood in front of him while he kneeled so that we could be the same height.
"Daddy, my head hurts right here." I cried and pointed to the place where he'd punched me the night before because I interrupted his fight with my mom. He raised his hand to inspect it. The whole side of my little face was purple and swollen. My mom had put makeup on me so that I wouldn't miss school.
"Deli, I got your birthday present!" He smiled. He always did that. Ignore what he does or change the subject. I've never seen him apologize..........he never did. He felt around in his pocket until he pulled out a beautiful golden heart necklace. He snapped it around my neck and gave me a quick hug before going to find my mom. I returned back to my spot under the table when I heard him tell my mom he was going to go out and that he was going to miss my birthday party. He returned more than several hours later and I could hear every hit my mother took. I slept under the kitchen table afraid that he'd come for me. For some reason I thought that the necklace would protect me..........
⚡ End Of Flashback ⚡
"Delia! What's wrong? Delia, please talk to me! What's wrong, tell me what happened?!" Harry yelled. I was so caught up in the memory of the golden heart that I hadn't noticed him standing over me cupping my face in his hands. I looked up into his eyes and I could see the relief that I was responding and the concern that at first I wasn't. I lightly placed my hands over his.
"Delia, talk to me, love. What's going on?" He asked sitting on the floor in front of me. He reached up and wiped my face with his thumb. I hadn't even noticed that I was crying. Now that I think about it......im kind of a crybaby. I start giggling at my thought making Harry look at me with confusion. I look at my fingers twirling the necklace around in my hands. What would it hurt to wear it today. It's just for today.....right? I slip it on and place my hand over it, over my heart.
"Delia.... What's wrong?" Harry asked again resting his hands on my knees. I try to ignore the burning sensation that his hands at putting on my knees. I don't think that Harry should know. He probably already thinks I'm incapable of taking care of myself. I don't need a protector now, I needed one when I was a little girl. I look up into Harry's eyes and pull all emotion from my eyes.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm going to go get in the shower, if that's okay.....?" He nodded." Thanks for the outfit by the way" I say walking to the attached bathroom in his room. I look in the mirror I finally see how I look this morning. My hair was everywhere, Harry's shirt was hanging off one of my shoulders, and my eyes were red and puffy.
"Holy fucking shit." I say. I can't believe I let Harry see me like this. Since he didn't pack any of my makeup, which was organized on my dresser in plain sight, I had to sea with looking like a zombie all day. Luckily, I had already missed my classes for today. I still would need to go get my things. I quickly undress and step into a steaming hot shower. I wince as the hot water touches my back. I wonder if Harry has any sweet smelling shampoo and body wash? I look around the shower and spot four bottles. Two shampoos and two body washes. I smell each one and decide to go with the cinnamon scented shampoo. I work it through my thick, uncontrollable curls with my fingers and rinse and repeat. Alondra thinks that it's weird that I wash from my feet up but it's just a habit of mine. I get out the shower smelling like a rain forest and wrap my towel around me and head out to change. When I enter the room I see Harry laying on his bed with his arms folded and his eyes closed. I decide to take this moment to admire his absolute beauty. His heart shaped lips were the perfect shade of pink, his tattoos stretched from his knuckles to the skin beneath his ears, his face was so relaxed, it really made him look carefree. His long legs were close to hanging off the edge of his bed, the muscles in his arms flexed as he held them under his armpits. I don't know how long I just stood there before I snapped out of the daze I was in.
"I'm going to go shower really quick. You can change while I'm in there." He said with his eyes still closed before getting up and walking to his bathroom and closing it behind him. I smacked myself in the forehead. He knew I was standing there the whole time. Why do I always embarrass myself in front of cute guys! I scoff and began to get dressed. I forgot how much I liked this dress until I put it on and stood in front of the full body mirror. I was slipping on my purple socks when the bathroom door swung open revealing Harry with only a towel wrapped low around his waist revealing his V lines with steam all around him. It honestly looked as if it could've been a slow -mo in fifty shades of grey. I noticed that I had been staring so I quickly averted my eyes but not before I caught a glimpse of a few scars along his back and stomach. To avoid seeing him change I made putting my socks and shoes on priority number one. Thankfully by the time I was done he was slipping his black boots on. He was wearing a Guns and Roses graphic T and his traditional black jeans.
"Do you wanna...maybe....spend the day with me.....maybe?" He stuttered trying really hard not to stare too much at my body.
"Sure. Can you take me to get my phone and my bag though. They're in my locker." I say taking the towel off of my head and placing it where he'd set his.
"Yeah, come on. We can grab something quick on the way." He said taking my small hand in his and pulling me through his house and out the door. I guess the boys left already because there were no cars in the driveway. I hopped in the passenger seat criss-cross apple sauce before buckling up. I watched Harry get in but not put on his seat belt. He pulled out the driveway and made our way to the campus.
"You should really put your seatbelt on, Harry. It's making me nervous.." I say glancing in his direction.
"I'm making you nervous?" He asked with a cheeky grin on his face. I reach over and grab his seat belt and buckle it ignoring the shot of electricity that flowed through my fingers when I accidentally grazed his hip. I guess he felt it too because his grip on the steering wheel noticeably tightened.
"Yes. Yes you do. You drive like a fucking maniac!" I laugh. He reaches over and turns on the radio. Thankfully a song that I like is playing. So I sat back and enjoyed the sound of Ed Sheeran.