Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 46

Harry's P.O.V

I smirked to myself, satisfied with what I had just done to Mia. She was sleeping now, with one of her legs around my hip and a small hand on my chest. My hands rested on her back. I couldn't help but to admire her face. I noticed the thin black stains going from her eyes to her chin because of the mascara she washed out with her tears. Her lips were still lightly stained with the dark lipstick she wore. Her lashed were fanned out and just amazing. Something about her had me in a trance. I caressed her face, tracing her jawline and swiping my thumb across her soft lips. I stroked her hair and watched as it slowly fell back into her face. Her lips parted slightly and she stirred a little, placing her head on my chest. I kissed her forehead and then her lips. The more I stared at her, the more amazed I was. Then, at that moment in time, I began to come to a realization that was very much foreign to me.

I was falling in love with Mia.

Just as quickly as the epiphany came to me, it was overshadowed by my thoughts. You don't love her. You'll just use her. You'll destroy her. You don't deserve her. I closed my eyes in frustration and sighed. I started to leave out and leave Mia, but then I picked her up and carried her upstairs to my room. I put one of my t-shirts on her and slipped a pair of panties on her smooth legs. I looked at the clock on the dresser beside her. 3:32 a.m. I couldn't sleep with the anger I felt building up within me. I turned off the light and proceeded to walk to the workout room. I took off my shirt and wrapped some tape around my hands.

You don't deserve her. That was one blow to the inanimate punching bag. Yet here I was, taking my anger out on it. You'll destroy her. Another punch. The more I kept hearing those words in my head, the angrier I got. Mia didn't deserve a fuck up like me. She didn't deserve to be used. Her little bitch of a boyfriend may have done it, but I'm not him. I didn't want to be him. I punched the bag harder and faster and I felt my knuckles swelling. I just couldn't take it anymore. And I screamed. I sat down on the bench and pushed my hands through my hair. Then I heard a soft voice.

"Harry?" I looked up to see Mia, standing at the door with my t-shirt coming just above her knees, but hugging every curve she had.

"What are you doing up babygirl, I'm fine," I said to her as if she were a child.

"I was getting water and I heard you scream. Are you okay?" I was now towering over her and looking down as her brown eyes searched mine.

"I'm fine princess," I said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I'll be up soon, I just have a lot on my mind."

"Oh. Okay."  Just as she was turning around, I grabbed her by the arm and kissed her, slowly and passionately, yet roughly. I placed a finger under her chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Sleep well," I said. Yet, what I really wanted to say was, I love you. But the words didn't escape my mouth. And so, I watched her stroll down the hall and back into my room, and listened to the door shut. Now here I was again, alone with my thoughts.