united [h.s.]

five

I groggily rubbed my eyes, the sunlight coming through the window blinding me. I felt a strong pair of arms wrapped around my stomach, tattoos scattered across them. I smiled, memories from earlier coming back to mind. I tried to turn, but his grasp wouldn't allow me to. I groaned, trying to pull his arms apart but that wasn't happening either.

"God, Harry, stop being so strong," I mumbled, trying to escape from his grip. I really had to pee, and it seemed he wasn't going to allow it. I heard a quiet chuckle, and I knew he was awake.

"G'morning," He mumbled, kissing my neck.

"It's not morning, Har, it's like, seven at night. And I gotta piss, let go," I whined, tugging at his arms. He simply tightened his grip, causing me to groan.

"No, you're warm," He snuggled closer to me, his warm breaths against my neck causing chills to run down my spine.

"C'mon, I'll piss on you," The threat was empty, but he let go anyways. I quickly crawled out of bed, going to the restroom and relieving myself. I went ahead and took a shower, considering my hair was greasy and I'm sure I smelled pretty bad. After my shower, I wrapped the towel around myself and walked out to see Harry was gone. I shrugged, grabbing his shirt off the floor and pulling it over my head, and simply pulling on a pair of underwear. I'm comfortable around Harry, and it's not like he hasn't seen my body anyways. I made my way to the kitchen,the smell of bacon overwhelming my senses. I started laughing, seeing a shirtless Harry flinching as the grease splattered from the pan. He turned towards me, a grin on his face.

"I was gonna make bacon and eggs, but, y'know, no eggs," I rolled my eyes, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around him.

"You're so sweet," I mumbled, tracing the outlines of his tattoos on his chest. He reached around me to check the bacon, and something on his hand caught my eye. "Wait, what was that?" I asked, pulling his hand back towards me. I nearly burst into tears, warm feelings overwhelming me.

"What?" He mumbled, using his other hand to turn off the stove.

"Y-you... you got a tattoo for me?" I tried not to cry, inspecting the tattoo. There was a Z on his left ring finger, and God it was so sweet. I looked up at him to see there was a blush on his cheeks.

"I, erm, yeah." He grinned. I stepped aside so he could put the bacon on a plate, but still stared at him in awe. He got a tattoo for me, sure it was simple, but it meant more than words could ever explain. We sat down next to eachother at the table, both of us reaching and grabbing a piece of the holy food.

"Ugh, God, I love bacon," I practically moaned as I chewed. Bacon was literally a gift from God, the best thing ever created in the world. Except for Harry, that is. He's definitely the best.

"And I love you," He teased, leaning forward and pulling me into a kiss. I smiled into it, then pulled away, causing a frown to appear on his face.

"Bacon," I shrugged, chewing on another piece. He simply laughed, just watching me. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I hate being stared at. "What?" I laughed awkwardly, trying to hide my face.

"Nothing," He smiled, reaching down and rubbing my thigh. "You're just so beautiful, and... I don't know how I got so lucky to be able to call you mine." I looked at him in awe, I mean, how could any person feel that way about me?

"Well, if anything, I'm the lucky one here," I smiled, poking his dimple.

"Yeah, yeah," He laughed, shoving another piece of bacon into my mouth. I laughed, covering my mouth and chewing it.

"You're so lame," I laughed, taking the last piece and shoving it into his mouth. He started laughing, chewing his own piece quickly. There was then an eerie silence, Harry's eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"We still need to talk, y'know," He mumbled, causing me to sigh.

"What's there to talk about though? I mean, we both know what happened. We're here now," I got up, walking to the couch and sitting down, bringing my knees up to my chest. Harry followed behind me, sitting next to me and turned so he was facing me.

"Yeah, but... I don't know, I just feel like we need to. I mean, God, Zoe, it hurt so bad," I felt a small pain in my chest from being told I hurt him.

"I never wanted to hurt you though! I did what I had to so that I was protected, Harry. Can you really blame me? They were accusing me of things, saying such rude things! I knew we wouldn't be able to do anything with Kendall, okay? I'm sorry I hurt you, but it had to be done." I sighed. squeezing my eyes shut.

"Yeah, alright. Okay. Let's just not talk about it then. You're right, we're here now." His words sounded forced, and he still had an upset look on his face. I crawled closer to him, trying to hug him but he flinched away.

"Look, I'm sorry. Just c'mon, let's cuddle," I reached for him again but he moved once more.

"Sorry, I uh, I gotta go. Um, a meeting. Yeah, sorry babe," He stumbled across his words, standing up and going to the bedroom. I quickly followed behind him, entirely confused.

"A meeting? At eight thirty at night?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow.

"Erm, yeah," He pulled on his jeans. "Simon just got back from a, uh, trip, and wanted to see us." He looked around for his shirt, then his eyes stopped on me. "I kinda, uh, need that," He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah, alright," I tried to hide the hurt I was feeling as I pulled the shirt over my head, handing it back to him. I covered my bare chest with my arms, watching him.

"I'll see you soon, alright? Bye." He kissed my cheek, rushing out of my apartment.

What did I do wrong? Why was he acting like this?

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okay this chapter is dedicated to BieberAndHazza bc she's so sweet and comments a lot and makes me smile and i love her yay

anyways like ugh i feel so bad saying this but i'm not really feeling the story rn

idk if its me or the story itself or idk but it feels more like a job than me enjoying myself?? but then again thats how i feel with life rn

idk but i love you guys !

-rebecca