Secrets (h.s)

8

the same obnoxious beeping filled the air, and I groaned slapping my phone haphazardly, and slowly opened my eyes and quickly squeezed them shut at the pain in my head.

I stayed there a second before slowly flinging my legs over the side of my bed, my eyes still closed.

I go to my vanity mirror to inspect my face, and see not much damage is showing there. everywhere else though... black long sleeves and pants it is.

as soon as I get to school I see Harry. he's leaning against his card hood, scanning the crowd of people.

Fuck I didn't text him last night.

I stop and stare for a second before shaking my head at myself and hurry along.

RING!

the bell echoes in the the hallway and everyone scurries along to their first period. thankfully, my first period is study hall so I can take my time getting there, and don't really even have to go at all as long as I say I'm doing "schoolwork."

I take my time putting my books away in my locker and by the time I'm done the late bell rings and the hallways are clear. I shut my locker and let out a shaky breath. i pull up my sleeves and inspect the injuries inflicted by my father the night before, before turning around and squealing.

Harry is at the other side of the hallway staring at me. my bright green, big eyes go wide as I stare into his deep forest green ones and it feels like an eternity before he starts making strides towards me.

when he finally reaches me he looks me over with his bottom lip tugged into his teeth and then steps one step closer and embraces me. my arms dangle foolishly at my sides before I tentatively wrap them around his neck.

he pulls back, keeping his hands on my waist, and I keep my arms resting on his shoulders, clasping behind his neck. i have to stay on my tippy toes just to keep my arms where they are.

"hi." I mange to croak out and scold myself for saying something so stupid.

"hello, love." he purrs, seduction dripping onto every word.

my eyes focus on the ground and I slowly lower myself from the tips of my feet. he grabs my arm gently and slowly pulls up my sleeve. he first rakes his eyes on the scars and traces a finger over them. but that's not what he wants to see.

he keeps rolling my sleeve up until he reaches the black and blue painting on my milky skin. he stares for a couple seconds before taking my hand and pulling me outside to the seclusion of the hanging tree at the back of the school.

"shouldn't you be in class? you don't have studyhall first too, do you?" I ask as he drags me out under the hanging leaves.

"shh." he smirks and puts his finger on his lips, and pushes the leaves back for me to walk through. I stare for a second before walking through.

Harry plops himself right on the ground. he motions me to sit next to him. I turn my back to him a couple feet away and bend down, not bending my knees because I didn't think of it, and set my books down.

it's only until I turn around and see Harry staring at my ass with his mouth hanging ajar I realize what I just did. I decide to play along and act like I did it on purpose.

I smirk and slowly pad towards him like a cat, and gracefully plop next to him.

"damn. I was definitely not expecting that." he says his eyes still wide.

I chuckle and smile sheepishly. I pat his crotch and say "glad I could help."

he laughs loudly and then his face gets serious again. the dramatic change of emotion makes me nervous.