She's Not Afraid

Adam

***Chapter 28***

Drew’s POV

RECAP: He sees me on the couch and take in the sight of me laying there, all sprawled out. The only words he says are, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

            Well, shit.

            I hastily pull down my shirt that was riding up on my hipbones, covering the permanent ink in my skin. I sit up on the couch quickly, trying to act natural. “It’s nothing.” I say sheepishly. Way to make it obvious.

            “Now, c’mon. You can trust me. I just want to know what it says.” He says, taking a seat beside me and looking into my eyes.           

            I quickly avoid his eye contact and turn back towards the telly. I say nothing.

            “If you won’t tell me, I’ll have to tickle it out of you.” I hear him mutter beside me.

            “That doesn’t even make sen—“ I was cut off by my own laughter. I was extremely ticklish. I laughed as he ran his skinny fingers along the sides of my stomach and in my armpits

            I squirmed so much that I nearly fell off the couch. Ok, well I actually did fall of the sofa. Harry followed, straddling me on the ground, pinning my hands above my head and he looked down at me. His soft curls were falling down over his face but I could still see him.

            “I know your weakness.” He said simple. He swiftly brought both of my wrists together right above my head, holding them both with his large left hand.

            He teasingly trailed his right hand along my side until it met my left hipbone and lifted the fabric of my shirt a tiny bit to see my tattoo. I scanned his face as he read the cursive letters.

            “Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?” He said confusion displayed on his face. “Isn’t that in an Ed song? Is there something you’re not telling me? How long have you had this tattoo? Do you have any others? What does this mean? Who’s this about?” He bombarded me with questions all at once, seemingly in one breath.

            “Whoa, calm it down. I can’t answer all those questions.” I tell him, obviously stalling.

            “And why not?” he pouted.

            “It’s private.”

            “Don’t you trust me?” He asked.

            Silence.

            “Wow.” He spoke, getting off of me and not taking another glance before walking out of the room into where we had slept. I lie there on the floor for a while, contemplating if I should go after and explain to him or not. The couch looked very inviting, but my guilt got to me.

            “Ugh, Harry.” I say, trailing off as I follow his footsteps into the bedroom. To my surprise, he’s not laying on the bed. He’s sitting on the floor, next to his open suitcase, putting clothes into it, packing up his things. “Harry, you’re being a drama queen right now.”

            “But, what’s the point of all of this if you don’t trust me?” He says, briefly looking at me before looking back down to pack up his things.

            “What is ‘all of this’, anyway?! This is all for you’re stupid management and the paps and what not. This wasn’t our desicion.” I say, raising my voice at him.