Don't go

6. repair

I clenched my hands around the wash cloth, draining the water. I glanced up at the stairs anticipating for a definitely awkward and painful situation. As i reached the bottom of the stair case, taking small steps i heard rattling in the bathroom, rolling my eyes believing so that Harry was running amuck. 

A small smile crept onto my lips of the remembrance of the events that occurred in the bathroom, how he took me up against the wall, how he caressed my body, the use of the water seeping through the shower head intensifying every feeling, every touch and how he fisted my hair when i touched him.. Oh how he liked to be touched, how we both craved to be touched by one another. It was all so simple, so easy-

"Mace?" 

Disrupting me from my thoughts, as i walked towards this damaged boy i realised.. Maybe there was no going back. 

I had him sat on the toilet seat, myself standing only inches away from his covered torso. 

"It might hurt a little bit Harry", with my thumb and forefinger i raised his chin.

He flicked his tongue against his bottom lip as he sat patiently. I raised the wash cloth towards the cut in his brow, him wincing slightly as i wiped it softly against his forehead ridding of the moist blood. Deciding i needed a smaller source of absorption, i stepped away to grab a cotton bud. Stopping me in my tracks as Harry fisted my elbow.

"where are you going?" His voice soft.

i walked towards the cabinet grabbing a hold of a cotton bud and some dettol (personal hygeine product that rids of germs and bacteria for anyone who doesn't know!) 

"I just need something smaller to use is all" 

He nodded as i stepped towards him again, he opened his long legs creating a passage for myself to stand in between. I didn't oblige. As i dipped the cotton bud into the Dettol, Harry cringed his nose due to the smell. My head shook as i laughed, and for the first time in weeks had I meant it. I peered down at him, about to dab his cut as he pursed his lips together, smiling. My arm fell to my side, my head titling slightly.

“What are you smiling at Harry?” I played with the cotton bud between my fingertips waiting.

“You… I haven’t heard you laugh in so long. It was something I missed...”

“Something I missed”

Did he really miss my laugh? Did he miss everything I had so desperately wanted back since everything had suddenly stopped? Did he need me as much as I need him in this moment, would he ever want me in any shape or form ever again? Oh god had I only hope so.

Harry was waving his digits in front of my face, catching my attention.

“Macey? Did you hear me?” His arm fell by his side, resting it on his lap and he scooted forward… His legs resting against mine.

“Sorry, what?”

He laughed.

“The cut isn’t going to fix itself”

And for what it’s worth, this playful gesture went a long way for me.

As I dabbed his cut on his brow he winced greatly grabbing a hold on my hip, stopping me in my movements. I swept the strands of hair covering his moist forehead, pushing his hair back.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quick” He nodded in appreciation as I rid of the cotton bud and grabbed the wash cloth from the sink.

As I dabbed his lip with the cloth, Harrys hand rested on my hips as his eyes burned into mine. My soft hand movements were clouded as the only thing I took notice too was Harry holding onto my waist. I choked as he brought his hand behind my back and pushed me towards his sat body.

“i-I’m done, sorry if it hurt.” I placed the cloth in the sink, as my feet carried me out of the bathroom.

I raised my hand to my head, why did I just do that!

“MACE!” I heard his footsteps behind my body.

I turned around slowly, not preparing myself for the worst.

His eyes were hooded, body hunched. His eyes pleading for my attention.

“Mace, where are you going?” he begged.

“I… I am going to bed, I have things to do tomorrow and I can’t-

Harry wrapped his fingers around my own, my breathe quickening.

“Please, come to bed with me. You’ll come to bed with me won’t you?” He glanced at me, his eyes asking for permission but by his body language, the desperation was hard to resist.

If I hadn’t of loved him, I would be able to deny him.

“I- I just don’t want to be alone, I know this may seem wrong to others but what we do should only matter to us alone”

I nodded, and if that is all I was going to receive from Harry… I am satisfied for the rest of my days.

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