Doing Dirt {edited+completed}

Chapter 4

This morning has had so many emotions and ups and downs, all within a single hour. Harry is still angry by what Greg sent me last night, at the fact that he had the balls to SEND it to me.

"Come on babe, don't let him get to you. I'll get him, I'll take care of it all." Harry's voice drifted. I cleared my throat softly so that Harry would take the hint. "Not you too Evelyn!" He spoke jokingly, "I'm in the FBI now, I'm the good guy. I'll do everything by the law." There's a long pause as Harry's green orbits wandered around the room and then meet mine.

Moments later, his lips meet mine too. His wet tongue softly curls around mine while his plump hands skim up and down my hips. Lips unlocked, we both sigh happily. My head tilts backwards on the pillow meanwhile my fingertips graze the top of Harry's stunning brown curls.

"I confess that I'm only holding on by a thin thin thread."

-Silence-

"I wonder if the path I chose was the right one"

-Silence-

"Oh Harry," my voice hushed and eyes tearing up, "you can't change the past." My soft palms rest on his bare chest. Harry's hands swivel under my body and find their way on top of mine, pulling me in closer to his fiery body; squeezing tightly. "It's not your fault" I imply. "Everyone says that" Harry faintly snaps at me, wanting me to get the message but not wanting to hurt my feelings. "But it's true." I add supporting my previous words. "Truth in the lie or is it the lie in the truth?" His witty words leave me speechless.

"Time to get up, I'll make breakfast" Harry's voice trails off as I lay star struck on the bed. He carefully removes his arms from under my spine, causing a weird sensation. Harry covers up his tan abs with a grey shirt and picks up a pair of pants from the chair. Smirking at me, he pulls them up and strolls out of the room. In the distance, I can faintly hear Harry angrily muttering to himself.

I slowly get up out of bed, placing one foot in front of the other, making my way to the en-suite. I stare at my reflection in the crystal clear mirror. Running my hands through my knotty blonde hair, I let out a deep sigh. Poor poor Harry. I remember when he told me about his childhood, well I asked him about it and his heart exploded like a burning sun. His mother was murdered, his father disappeared shortly afterwards. It was believed that his father was kidnaped, his remains never found. Both cases went cold after no new evidence could be provided.

And the foster homes, the lack of care, no attention. ~ I blinked away my tears that streamed down from my eyes~ He was emotionally traumatized and no one seemed to care. Social services wouldn't even provide a psychologist for him. I couldn't bare going back to the state I was in when Harry first told me about it. The tears were never ending and my heart ached from all the pain that he was put through. The path he chose, it's the right one. He did everything by the book. Well nearly.

"Breakfast babe!" I hear Harry yell from downstairs. Shit. Already? How long was I here for? Without a moment to lose, I shove on a pair of shorts and change my top. The smell of delicious pancakes fills the atmosphere as my head peers outside the door. "YUM!" I say under my breath as my feet touch the stairs, running down in a hurry. My body swivels from side to side as I search for Harry. He comes up behind me and slides his big hands down my torso. I chuckle lightly as he swiftly spins me around so that I'm facing his adorable face.

The dimples protrude as he passionately says to me, "I'm so glad I can you mine. That Greg guy can keep his hands off you. You're mine. Only mine." With those words said he pulls me in closer and sucks gently on my neck. He leaves a hickey marking me his. "I see you've marked me yours." I giggle softly. His dazzling green orbits wink at me as his subtle hands take mine and lead me to the dining room table.

The table is nicely set, with a plate in the middle and knife and fork on either side. Fresh hot pancakes are carefully placed in the centre of the blue floral decorated plate with honey pouring off the edges. He sure knows how to whip up a nice meal. Harry gently pulls out my chair and I sit down. His brown curls sway from side to side as he sits down on his chair opposite me. I proceed to begin eating; picking up my cutlery and digging in to this delicious hot mess.

With the corner of my eye, I notice that Harry isn't eating his breakfast. I realise what he's thinking about and open my mouth when Harry shuts me up. "Don't ask me if I'm ok, I don't know the answer. I never found out what happened to my parents. It haunts me like hell." His voice almost trembling, trying to keep his emotions under control.

"You never told me what happened to your parents exactly and what information you know," I say sympathetically, "I think it's time I know everything. I want to help. But I can't because pieces of the puzzle are missing." I put my cutlery down as Harry lets out a really long sigh. "It's a long story. It's very complicated. But if you're prepared to listen," his fist clenches tightly, "here I go."