Breathing the Dead ~ H.S

Chapter Twenty

A/N: Soo...just casually pointing out that whenever there's smut coming up in a chapter you'll see this warning at the top of the page:

**SMUT**

Nooooo reason for letting you know that, just...felt like it ;)

But in all seriousness, if you don't like smut please don't be childish by making urself read it so you can hate in the comments - do the mature thing and skip past it. Thank you.

CHAPTER TWENTY: FOUND

"This has been the longest day," I collapsed onto bed with an exaggerated groan of exhaustion.

"Tell me about it," Harry sighed, "and the fucking walkers showed up before we could even drive that bloody Mike & his posse out of town,"

"Well, maybe they got the message already?" I tried to stay on focus as he removed his shirt.

Harry gave me a soft smile. "I doubt it, love,"

My eyebrows started to knit together, and I began to burrow so deep in thought that I barely noticed it when he crawled into bed next to me.

"What're you thinking about?" He asked me; propping himself up on his elbow to face me.

I bit my lip. "What do you think that Mike guy meant...when he said I reminded him of someone?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, L. Maybe you just have one of those faces?"

"I don't think so," I frowned, "I think there's more to it than that,"

"Well, no need to dwell on it now," he reached over and took my hand; beginning to stroke it with the back of his thumb, "I doubt we'll ever see him again, Laura. So...whatever he was rambling on about back there, you needn't let it bother you,"

I smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. "Yeah. You're right. I'm sorry Haz, it was just...it was just weird,"

"I don't blame you," he chuckled, "I'd be weirded out too,"

I sighed. "Oh well, tomorrow's another day. I'll just hit the hay & let it pass," I tried to turn on my side to face him, but I winced in pain as I realised my back was objecting to the movement, "ow..."

A look of worry immediately washed over Harry's face. "What is it, love?"

"I think I strained a back muscle or something while running away today..." I frowned and tried to reach behind me to rub my back, "it hurts a bit,"

"How much? On a scale of 1 to 10?" He'd seemed to grow alert in an instant.

"Not bad at all, just...a 5 or 6, maybe?" I shrugged dismissively, "Don't worry about it, Haz,"

He bit his lip in concern before glancing at me for a moment and breaking out a smile.

"You know, Laura..." a playful look glinted in his eyes, "...I'm actually quite good at back rubs,"

I seemed to perk up at his claim. "Oh? Is that so, Haz?"

He nodded in response; a smirk slowly beginning to creep across his face. "So, if you want that sore back better by the morning..."