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

"There Is Blood On The Towel."

(Who is ready to cryyyy?????!!! Next Chapter! (: GUYS, TELL JANISSA TO LOVE ME! #TheStruggleIsReal ... READ NOTE AT END)

~Janissa~

Jess was fast asleep on the bed. I had taken the covers off of him, because he seemed to be sweating up a storm. Literally, I had to put a towel under him. That was a good ten minutes now, and Harry still wasn't back. I slowly walk over to Jess, moving the hair sticking to his forehead. I gentally shake his arm, but when he wakes up, he complains that it hurt him.

"That hurt? I barley touched you, Jess." I state.

"It hurt, Miss Janissa..." He whispered closing his eyes once again. I honestly barely touched him. I try to wake him up again, lighter this time.

"Well, are you hungry?" I ask. He shakes his head no, and for a minute it looked like he was crying, but I was unable to tell through the sweat. "You haven't eaten since yesterday. You need to eat, Jess." I help him sit up, as he leans against the headboard defeated.

I headed over to Jess's backpack he had brought so he was able to get the weeks work done in case he was unable to finish school, which obviously he wouldn't be able to attend. I remember packing a small bag of peanuts along with an apple in the front pocket in his bag. Where is Harry? He was been gone for a while now, I would be really worried if I knew that Harry could easily be beaten.

"Here." I whisper, handing the small child the able. When he was barley able to hold it on his own, I decide that the peanuts would be best. The apple was light, I was unable to stop my mind from wondering why he was so weak. "Eat this so we can get some medicine in you." With the sleeve of my shirt, I wiped his forehead. At that moment, Harry busied through the door. Not like in the movies where the door opens quickly, but the door slammed against the back wall, almost shattering the small closet mirror.

"Shh!" I hush him. Taking my hand out of it's sleeve, I place my head on Jess's forehead, it was warm. No, it was past warm, he was burning up. As if nothing were wrong with his son, Harry walked up to me, graping my face, and planted a hard kiss against my lips. It would have been a romantic gesture if Jess wasn't on the bed next to us, extremely ill.

"I love you." He rushed out, kissing me again. He has yet to let go of my face, causing my to look like a fish with my lips pushed out. I noticed Harry's cloths were a bit tattered. Mainly his pants. He carried two bags of M&M's and a small bag of chips.

"I love you, too." I whisper skeptically. "And that's," I point to the packaged poison, "is not dinner, my love." I choose to ignore his clothing discomfort, for now at least.

"Sorry." He hands over or 'dinner', and sits on the bed next to Jess who was reluctantly eating his peanuts. "He's shaking." Harry states. "Why is he shaking?" His eyes connected to mine as if I knew.

"I don't know..." I speak honestly. Jess complains that he is not hungry to Harry in hopes he will allow him to stop eating, but Harry said the same thing I had. That he has not eaten for a while, and he should so he won't have his medicine on an empty stomach. "Maybe give him some juice, or water." I suggest.

Harry walks into the bathroom, bringing a small cup of water to the bedside, handing it to Jess. When the curiosity gets the best of me.

"Did you get in a fight with the elevator on the way up here or something?" I laugh, crossing my arms. Harry lets out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, something like that." He smiles.

"Well, what happened?" 

Harry stands from his position on the bed, taking a quick look back at Jess, then creating eye contact with me.