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Chapter Nineteen

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Chapter Nineteen

I was forced to the bed by Harry whilst we engaged in a hot kiss. My fingers entwined in the curls on Harry’s head. He pulled away and smiled at me. He was breath taking and I really couldn’t believe how attractive he actually was. I felt lucky that Harry had taken an interest in me, but I couldn’t help but feel frightened that the events of last night might be repeated tonight. Harry was becoming trapped by the darkness that was inside of him. And as cliché as it sounds, it was taking over him.

I was becoming lost in the moment as Harry kissed over the bruise that he had left on my neck in the club. “I’m sorry baby” he breathed into my ear. I understood exactly what he meant as he continued to stroke and kiss the mark on my skin. “You smell so good” he said as he took in a deep breath of the perfume that I was wearing. I giggled and continued to stroke the base of Harry’s neck under his curls. He lifted his head as he rolled from on top of me to lie next to me. He leaned on his arm that was propped up on his elbow.

We lay there staring into each other’s eyes. “You know, you’re not usually my type Bella” he spoke. I didn’t understand what he meant and confusion crossed my features. “What do you mean?” I questioned. “I usually go for girls older than me because they think I’m powerful and dominant for my age. I’ve never been with someone as beautiful and innocent as you, and I like it” he uttered. “Yeah, but we’re not together, are we?” I said sarcastically. He shook his head. “Not yet anyway” I giggled and rolled my head away from Harry. For some reason, I felt excited at the thought of Harry asking me to be his girlfriend, but knowing my luck, it wouldn’t happen soon, if at all.

“Want to get into bed?” Harry whispered. I shook my head. He smiled at me, showing off his dimples. “You know what I want to do” I seductively whispered in Harry’s ear. He smiled again and placed his hand on my back, pulling me closer into his hold. I felt him rummaging around my back and fumbling with the clasp on the back of my bra. I squirmed and pulled away from his touch. “No” I simply stated. Harry looked confused. “Why?” he questioned. “Because I don’t have any boobs, and anyway, you don’t need to take this off”

Harry sighed. “Baby, I’ve practically seen you naked now anyway. I don’t care about the size of your boobs, I just care about you. Who cares what anyone thinks, as long as I like you, that’s all that matters. Trust me.” I lay still, still not wanting Harry to undo my bra. “I want us to be intimate together Bella, like really. I want to start over and pretend that I’ve never had any experiences with any other girl apart from you” I still shook my head, tears threatening to spill over my eyes. I opened my eyes and locked them with Harry’s. He looked worried as he pulled me closer to him and into a tight hug.

“Bella, don’t cry! I want you to know that I think you’re beautiful and I don’t care about what you think you look like. To me you are perfect, I swear” he said. But it wasn’t anything that I wanted to here. Harry didn’t know about my past and didn’t know that I was practically close to death at one point. I was marked and I didn’t want Harry to see or know about it. Not yet anyway.

“Maybe we should do this another time then” he whispered, still holding me close. “No” I spoke but Harry didn’t listen. He didn’t move and just held me close to his strong chest. I was quite surprised as I expected Harry to want to continue with the sexual activities that we had planned for the night, but he didn’t. He didn’t want me just for sex. He didn’t want me to just protect me. He wanted me. He wanted to be intimate with me like I did with him and the fact that he just held me close to comfort me gave me a funny feeling inside. I never wanted Harry to leave, everything was just right and I wanted it to carry on. Although I was frightened at times, I was happy and I was able to be protected from danger that came across.

I wanted to know more about Harry and I wanted us to be completely open with each other, but now wasn’t the time to ask about it. I just wanted to stay here forever, and have Harry always be there for me. As cheesy as it sounds, I wanted to be with Harry forever and an empty feeling was left in my stomach at the thought of Harry leaving me.

“Stay the night?” I whispered to Harry. I could feel him relax beneath me. “Of course, I won’t leave you baby!” he sweetly said as he kissed the top of my head. He really was amazing.