Hero

22. Warmth.

I shuffled around in my comfortable position on Harry's chest where I currently resided, curled up neatly beside him while my hand and head rested against his bare chest. Oh yes, bare. He claimed that the more skin contact we shared, the faster my body would use his energy to get me back up and running again, I wasn't going to complain although my cheeks had burned the whole time until I had peacefully snoozed off, only to awaken now.

"How're you feeling?" Harry's gruff voice questioned from above, his chest rumbling with the motion of his speech, his words dipped with slight edging concern.

"Cold," I murmured nuzzling my nose into his chest in an attempt to get closer to his warmth so my body could warm up.

"Hold on," he murmured as he gently eased me off his body and stood up off the bed, the mattress creaking softly as he lazily stalked over to a chair in the corner and returned with a warm looking blanket. He enveloped me in the blanket and tugged me back down to our previous positions on the bed.

"Better?" I nodded quietly in reply, my hand tracing lines and random shapes across the tanned planes of his chest absentmindedly, my conscious mind taken hostage by my raging thoughts about the recent events that had occurred. I felt so content and peaceful now that Harry was back, it was as if something inside me just calmed down as soon as I was in his protective embrace and it seemed so damn natural. It wasn't intentional to feel that way, but as soon as our personal bubbles become intertwined my body relaxed.

I guess it's the soulmate instincts or whatever that makes us uncontrollably drawn towards one another for comfort-- or me anyway, Harry hasn't really shown any signs of that yet.

"Harry?" I whisper tilting my head up to peer at him from beneath my lashes innocently.

"Hmm?"

"I think. . you owe me an apology," I murmured timidly afraid of the what his reaction may be towards my simple request. I had been thinking over what had happened and deemed it unfair how he had offloaded me here without an explanation and I refused to become that doormat girl that gets trodden over by a male once again. I had been there before and it was not pretty, he needed to know that treating me unfairly was not going to go unnoticed and forgiven without an apology.

He tilted his head to get a proper look at my face and his had an incredulous look drawn across his handsome one.

"You what?" He asked, his face holding an edging scowl as if being expected to apologise was the most bizarre thing anyone had ever requested from him. I nodded my head calmly.

"For dumping me here without an explanation." I clarified, averting my gaze back to his chest once I got tired of up keeping his intense gaze that made my cheeks burn. He let out a little snort of laughter.

"Sweetheart, grow up. I had more important things to worry about then hurting your feelings," he almost sneered.

I felt a stab of hurt from his harsh words and his disregard to my emotions as I frowned sadly. All I had asked was for him to apologise, not climb Everest.

I know he had more important things to worry about, but he had plenty of time to explain it to me, and if he didn't want to explain he could've at least told me where he was going, who with? How long for? It was as if what he did didn't effect me whatsoever when he damn well knew that it did. He clearly isn't used to having someone else to think about as he carries out his actions.

"I am grown, and you have to consider how that felt for me. To be dumped in a house full of strangers completely in the dark about your whereabouts and then get mysteriously sick," I said quietly as I weakly sat up to look at him properly. He gazed at me with his intense eyes and furrowed brows for a few seconds before shaking his head.