The Dead and The Damned

Part 7

So as you can tell I'm starting to switch to parts as my title instead of the actual title because it makes things easier lol :)) so things shall be getting into the christmas spirit soon because i am sO EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS CAN IT BE CHRISTMAS BREAK ALREADY??!?!??!? @OBAMA @OPRAH @ALIENS FIX THIS PLS SO I CAN WRITE MORE AND HAVE CHRISTMAS K alright well ily all and remember to please vote!!! and comment and stuff :))) ily

The next morning, I throw back the quilt covering my body, wincing as I stretch my arms above my head. My hand flutters up to my neck, and a whimper escapes my lips as an aching pain radiates through it. Stepping over to the dresser beside the bed, I push my blond hair out of my face, my eyes falling on the numerous amounts of bruises and lovebites covering my neck. At least Harry will notice. I tie my hair into a low ponytail, so my neck is in clear view, and smile to myself. Harry thought it was ok to mess with people's feelings? Two can play at that game.

I walk into the kitchen, a sort of spring in my step, and take a seat on the counter next to where Sam is cooking.

"Morning Soph." he yawns, placing a hand on my knee and squeezing it.

"Are we leaving today?" I ask, fiddling with the hem of my shirt absentmindedly. Sam nods, flipping over a pancake in the pan.

"We need to make it to the safe camp as fast as we can. We can't afford to lose anyone else. I'll work on the bus all day, see if it's fit to go on yet." I nod, getting kind of used to this whole life style. Living on the run. Surviving a zombie apocalypse. It's like some sort of movie. Sam hits me with a paper plate, breaking me out of my thoughts. I smile, grabbing the plate and walking over to the table. Harry pads out of the hallway, his hair wet and stuck to his forehead. He smells like some berry shampoo and cologne. He must've taken advantage of the shower. And then I'm stuck thinking about Harry naked, and I force the image out of my mind as he sits down next to me. My cheeks turn slightly pink, and I can tell he notices by the way he smirks before shifting his eyes to the iPod in his hand. Knowing Harry, he probably snatched it back at a store while everything was abandoned. Well, they're still abandoned I guess. Being hauled up in a vw bus for the past week or so has left me oblivious to the places around me.

I hear Harry stifle a gasp next to me, and I glance up, seeing his gaze set on my neck. I reach my hand up instinctively, keeping the marks there hidden from view. Harry is quiet, but I can tell he's pissed off by the way his eyes darken to such a dark shade of green they're almost black, his jaw clenching and unclenching. His hand curls into a fist.

"Angel, can I speak to you for a moment? Outside?" he asks, his tone cold. I nod, afraid to refuse. I walk out into the backyard ahead of Harry, and I feel him place his hand lightly on my back, steering me past the window to where we are completely hidden from anyone's view.

"What is this about?" I ask, putting on an act of innocence in hope that it might keep Harry from throwing a violent tantrum. My hopes are diminished as Harry places a finger under my chin, tilting my head to the side roughly and examining the hickeys closer.

"Who the fuck gave these to you?" he growls. I flinch away from his touch, rubbing my neck.

"You don't need to know." I spit, anger bubbling up inside me. Harry's anger flares, his eyes a shade of obsidian. He backs me up until I'm pressed against the house, then grabs my wrists, placing them above my head so I'm almost immoveable.

"You tell me right now or I will force the answer out of you." he seethes.

"Isn't this bad enough?" I shoot back, wincing as soon as he shoots me a dark look. I shift my eyes to the ground. "It was N-Niall." Harry lets out a strained laugh, letting go of my wrists and turning away from me. I can see him drag his hands over his face.