Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"You Could Have Warned Me."

(Janissa said update... I update... Call me whipped.. )

~Janissa~

The sun was blaring through the window, quiet harshly. I really did not want to move. Harry honestly had the most comfortable. It's like sleeping on cotton candy, but not sticky. I would say like sleeping on a cloud, but I have never touch a cloud before, so I guess I wouldn't know. I noticed Harry wasn't next to me, I would get up and go check on him, but his bed is telling me other wise.

I wasn't woken up by screaming, so hopefully Harry and Jess settled their differences. I understand where Harry is coming from, but the way he handled is was uncalled for. Swearing at a 9 year-old can most likely get him in trouble some how. Although, Anthony seems to be bothering Harry more than I should, it is quiet strange how Jess seems to be a lost puppy when it comes to Anthony.

Whenever they are at daycare together, Jess seems to follow Anthony around like he is attached at the hip. I mean, it is not in the way were Anthony is the 'queen B', I have barley heard the kid speak more that three words in general. They don't really talk to each other now that I think about it. They write notes to each other, but other than that, Anthony seems to be mute.

My eyes finally flutter open when the bathroom door closes. I turn my head in the direction only to shield me eyes as Harry emerges in nothing. No towel, not cloths. His laughter erupted, and seemed to echo through the room as I felt my cheeks heat up.

"You could have warned me." I fight back a smile, keeping my eyes covered.

"What's the fun in that?"

Without looking at him, I could tell he was smirking. The side of the bed dipped, telling me he was sitting.

"All covered."

Slowly and cautiously, I remove my hand from my eyes to witness a very beautiful sight. Harry was indeed covered, but only in gray sweatpants that hung very loosely around his waist. The inked skin on his hip showed, and caught my attention, but not for long.

His hair was straight from the shower, but he ran his hair thought it messing it up a bit. His torso was sparkling from the water droplets, the sight took my breath away.

"What?" He laughed, helping me sit up on the bed. I sadly had to removed myself from the heavenly bed to brush my teeth, and wash my face.

"Nothing." I lie.

Once I am finished brushing my teeth, and washing my face,  grab Harry's towel from the back of the door. I was about to wipe my face with the white towel when I noticed a small red stain. I knew for a fact that was not there before, due to Harry's folding skill, I did most of the laundry.

"Did you just use this towel?" I ask, dipping my head to the side to make eye contact with those beautiful, emerald eyes.

"Yeah," He answers , laying back on the bed, his arms behind his head. Without saying a word to him, I quickly wipe my face with a different towel, then make my way over to examine him.

"Stand up, please."

His eyes are questioning, but he does not voice his concern. Once he is standing, I take his hand in mine scanning over ever inch of it. Not a single drop of blood. My eyes move to his stomach, his back, absolutely everywhere, yet, there is nothing. 

"Babe," He laughed.

This is not funny.

"What are you looking for?"

"T-there is blood on the towel." I whisper. When the words leave my mouth, his eyes brows raise, and he, too, scans over his body.

"I don't feel anything." He admits. Well, that is just great, now we have no idea where it came from. "Don't worry about it. Everyone bleeds, I am not going to die." His hands were brought up to my face, making sure I was looking at him. His eyes bored into mine, and I had no choice but to look right back at him. "Don't worry, okay?" A soft kiss was placed on my forehead, before I was brought into his chest. "Tell you what, I will even wash and fold the damn thing."