Caught

six

So much has happened in the past twenty-four hours and for the most part it has been nothing but pure pain for me. I turn and my gaze falls on Harry's desk, his key still lying in the same spot that is wa sin last night. I get up and lean against the door slowly falling to the ground my knees against my chest, I begin to cry once again. I cover my face with my hands to muffle my sobs, taking deep stuttered breaths.

"Shannon?" A known voice calls through the closed door. I remain silent.

 "Please open the door." Harry whispers, I have to use every nerve in my body not to open the door and hug him, crying into his shoulder. The pained sound in his voice hitting a weak spot within me. I shouldn't even feel this, he doesn't care about me, does he?

Instead of complying to his demand I just sit there sobbing, praying that soon my pain could just stop for one day. I understand that other have a life much worse than mine, but my problems were still problems to me and that's what mattered.

"Shannon.." Harry sniffles and sobs on the other side of the door. "I'm so sorry, I-I shouldn't have just walked away. I should have been there for you, this is my fault." 

I reach up and turn the door knob slowly opening the door. Harry's stands to his feet tears striking down his face. I stand our height differences forces me to look up at him. My lip begins to quiver as we make eye contact. I open my mouth to speak but I'm stopped immediately.

Before I could get any words out Harry's warm, trembling lips press to mine cupping my wet cheeks in his hands. A spark is ignited deep inside me, something I've never felt before. I jump and my eyes flutter open I see his closed. I push away, scared from this strangle new feeling. The look on his face kills me, a rejected frown takes over his face.

"What?" He breathes.

"Harry, I.." I can't even finish the crying and tears I'd been holding back break through since I spoke. My hand shoots up to my mouth to silents my sobs. I'm suddenly shy to cry in front of him.

Harry reaches to me attempting to pull me to his chest for comfort. I take a step back, shaking my head at him. My eyes are squeezed shut and my lips pushed together. I'm not ready for this, I do not want this.

I open my eyes to watch as his head lowers and he reaches up to push the stray curly locks away from his forehead. I push my eyes shut and take a deep breath in, a breath that was much needed.

"Can we talk about this? Please." Harry breaks our silence and scratches the back of his neck. His eyes travel back to my wrist as tears begin to fall from his eyes yet again. Seeing him cry is an exotic sight, I'd thought of him as a tough, hard to fight type who keeps his emotions behind armor.

It seems I'm the sword who finally broke through.

"Can you... can you give me a minute?" I shutter at how pathetically small my voice sounds.

"Anything." He attempts a smile but fails miserably, embarrassed he looks down at his feet.

I shut the door and head to the bathroom. I turn on the sink and slowly submerge my arm under the water washing away the blood that has smeared up my forearm. I wince at the pain as the water brushes over the deep wound. I bite my bottom lip and my eyes screw shut. This pain is all to familiar.

I dry my wet skin and rinse my face removing my pain filled tears from my blotchy cheeks. I find a small roll of cotton wrapping under the sink. I carefully use it to wrap around my wrist tucking the end in to the top. Once I exit the bathroom I check myself in the mirror and straighten out my shirt then head for the door, I grasp the door handle and breathe in and out to calm myself before turning the knob to face him.

A gasp escapes my lips as I open the door to the Principal holding Harry by his bicep and pushing him into the room past me.

"If I catch you outside of your room again there will be serious consequences. Now get to sleep, both of you." He pulls the door shut and I hear him strut away. I look back realizing that it isn't even day time yet.

"I thought he found out about the uh, well never mind." I'm sure we both know what I was going to say. I shrug and look down as I navigate towards the bed and sit on the end patting the spot next to me.

*HARRY'S POV*

Her small gesture of patting the bed for me to sit with her was all I needed as guidance to move to her. As I sit on the bed she pulls her legs up crossing them in front of her, body now turned facing me. She tucks her smooth black hair behind her ear and looks up at me. These little things that she does, make my heart race.

She forces a smile awaiting me to speak. I had almost forgotten it was me who asked to come in and talk about this whole fucked up situation. My eyes traveled back to her now wrapped wrist, resting on the spot where a few spots of red were slowly creeping through. I swallow sharply before glancing back up at her face.

"So um, did you do that because of me?" I asked the one question that's been eating my sanity away since she'd dodged it previously.

"No." she answers all to quickly for me to believe her. I think she realizes that to as I turn to look at her face, only to see she's turned her face away from me. Why would she hide that from me.

"Just tell me Shannon, please." I beg her my eyes burning into her skin forcing her to turn back to me. When she does I notice the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "What happened love?" 

"I've just been hurt to many times, by everyone." she calmly states, eyes locked with mine. She blinks and one tear rolls down her cheek. "I'm not as strong as I used to be, I wish I was strong. All I want is to be happy with myself. I want to make others happy, but I always end up getting hurt in the end."

I move my finger to her soft cheek and brush away the tear, goosebumps raise on her flushed skin from my touch. My hand lingers on her pushing a loose strand of black hair behind her ear. I yearn to become closer to her, as I hope she wants with me.

"I'm weak Harry, I admit it I break easily." Her confession frightens me, is she saying I broke her? My eyes lightly shut and I sigh opening them again. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know any better." I've never talked to a girl this way, it's always been quick, no chase involved. But I want to chase her, not matter how hard I need to work. "I want to fix you.." I whisper more to myself than her, however her gaze lifts to connect with mine.

I want to be the cover to all her wounds and make everything okay again.

Her eyes study my face, she cups me in her small gentle hands. Leaning forward on her knees she presses her plump, soft lips to mine. The kiss starts out as simple then turns passionate and full of lust as my tongue enters her month I feel her gasp into me. She recovers quickly and begins to move her tongue along mine, we move in complete sync. She pulls away leaving me breathless and begging for more. 

"Stay with me tonight?" she whispers, our intimate kiss lingering in the air.

"It's not like I have far to go anyways." I smirk and pull her down onto the bed under the covers, her body falls on top of mine. Laughs coming from both of our mouths.

Our lips meet once again, this time only a light kiss. She rolls off of me and faces me smiling. My heart races at the beauty she so carelessly holds. I grab her hips and flip her so she's facing away from me, then pull her to my chest. Our bodies fitting perfectly together as if it were meant to be. "Your adorable." I whisper into her hair as a small giggle escapes her lips. Moments later she falls asleep in my arms her breathing is slow and calm.

I fall asleep to the rhythm of her breathing, a sound I'll never tire of.

(I figured you guys needed a debrief from the last chapter, so this is what I came up with. We've past 200 reads!! I'm so happy and thankful, thank you so much! Please continue to vote and comment! <3 ily)