Hero

34. Accusations

I'm at work eating a blueberry muffin writing this listening to Niall on the radio 🙃

HARRY

Once I was sure Amelia wouldn't awaken, I shifted her off my chest, grunting when her thigh brushed against my still hard cock. I laid her onto the bed making sure she was comfortable and placed her ugly minion beside her before standing up and stretching my limbs and heading towards the shower to take care of my throbbing cock. Seeing Amelia with her innocent face screwed up in pleasure managed to harden me instantly for some reason. Although, I should be pissed that I hadn't gotten a return-- and before Amelia I would have been, but now things were different. I felt satisfied with being able to pleasure Amelia not caring in the least wether or not it was reciprocated or not. Plus, I didn't expect anything of her yet anyway, she was my shy innocent baby with her timid glances and pretty smiles who I didn't want to push. I could wait.

Which was fucking strange because patience is not and has never been my thing, but Amelia really brings out the best in me without me being able to even control it. I try to shout less around her, I try to be less intimidating, I try to make her feel as comfortable and as safe as I possibly can because seeing her happy and safe somehow makes my day, as fucking pathetic as that sounds. Seeing her cry, with her face scrunched up in anything but happiness and pleasure makes my blood absolutely boil, I just want to destroy whoever is responsible because my beautiful girl doesn't deserve anything but happiness.

Taking off my clothes I stepped into the lukewarm water standing under the shower, hissing as the powerful shower hit my package.

I knew I cared about Amelia. There was no point in denying it now, I had tried to avoid it and deny it as much as possible but she had caught me with her pure smile and big brown eyes. I was stuck. I didn't want to care, but it was too late because now I did, and I fucking knew it was going to get me into shit. It was perfect leverage for my enemy's, as if being my soulmate and my only weakness wasn't enough, now she's my soulmate that I actually give a damn about.

If something happened to her before, it would have drained me of my powers but mentally and emotionally I would have been fine, but now anything happens to her, not only do my powers get drained, but I'd completely loose my shit and my sense of rationality. Instead of leading my team as heroes I'd probably get them all killed and become a liability.

And that's exactly what my enemies would want.

But there was nothing I could do about it now apart from protect her as well as I possibly can. I will. I will fucking obliterate anyone who dares cause her an inch of pain. They will regret the fucking day they were conceived.

I stared at my newly damaged knuckles with a satisfied smirk.

I had paid Dean a little visit after Amelia had told me about her family who seemed like a bunch of inconsiderate fuckers if I'm honest, I have no idea how my pretty baby was ever part of that family with her kind-hearted personality and her innocent aurora. After Amelia had told me about what Dean had told everyone back home to make them hate her even more I was fuming, I saw red, although Amelia calmed me down with her small hands and gentle touches which I don't fucking know how is possible since when I'm angry-- I'm fucking angry, but I remained calm until she fell asleep and then I went to give him exactly what he deserved the piece of shit. I could still hear his pleas and and pathetic begging, and honestly it was a pleasurable sound, as sick and twisted as that sounds, I relished in every powerful punch and kick knowing how his words had hurt my girl.