Safe

chapter 18

Harry and I walked hand in hand down the long dark street. After the outburst, I figured I should walk Harry home. He was quiet for the most walk, and he kept his eyes either down or away from mine. Perhaps he wasn't used to opening up to someone, or someone staying after they hear what kind of life Harry struggled with.

Our fingers were loosely laced together as we walked. I rubbed the back of hand with my thumb, using the gentle movement as encouragement to get him to look at me. My gesture was proven successful as his sad eyes met mine. He gave me a small smile that didn't reach his beautiful dimples. He looked away and kept his eyes ground. His silence was slowly killing me. I knew I got much out him tonight but I wanted to know what he was thinking. I wanted to put his mind at ease. I stopped walking and pulled his body to stand in front of mine. His eyes remained on the broken gravel beneath us. I took his other hand in mine and examined out hands. His hands were of great contrast to mine. Large and rough. Where mine were small and dainty. His were marked with scars and gashes, each one holding more painful memories I was planning on knowing. I looked up at him, and for once his eyes were intently watching me.

"What's on your mind?" I softly questioned.

He took a deep breath and looked around him. He watched a small stray cat cross over the dimly street, before looking at me once more.

"I just can't believe you haven't left. Everyone usually does." His quiet voice was barely above a whisper.

I pulled him closer to me, engulfing our hands between us. Our faces just inches apart.

"Stop questioning it. Someone is bound stay." My lips ghosted over his.

I leaned closer, kissing him. His eyes fluttered shut, savouring every moment. It was nothing more then a long peck, but it was full of passion and trust. I pulled away, and looked straight into is dark green eyes.

"Let me be that someone."

***

Harry pulled up to his front door, and trapped me between the door and his body. He took my face in his hands and leant his forehead on mine.

"You're so beautiful."

Harry eager lips instantly found mine. I gasped when I felt his hand move down to my bum. His hand held the back of my neck firmly, as his lips continued to move against mine. Harry pressed me to the door, and searched for his keys, struggling to get the key in the lock. Not once did he break the kiss. He pushed my body backward slowly down the corridor. His large hand grasped the back of my thigh instructing me to wrap my legs his waist. I didn't jump like he motioned me to. Instead I lightly pushed back. His forehead rested on mine, as his hot breath fanned out on my skin. The sensation warming my whole body.

"I should get going. It's getting late." I breathed.

"Stay." He breathlessly demanded.

I looked up at him, and rubbed my thumb over his cheek. He tilted his head toward my hand, enjoying my soft touch.

"You know I can't."

"Would you stay if you could?" He smirked.

"No, I wouldn't."

"Oh, is that so?" His grin growing bigger.

I laughed when his hands found my waist and he squeezed them gently.

"I reckoned you stayed the night only two days after I met you."

"Because I fell asleep, and you never bothered to wake me." I fought back.

He stepped back and shrugged his shoulders.

"You were out like a light." He grinned. "So when is daddy's little girl supposed to be heading home?" He questioned.