Part Fifteen

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Part Fifteen

Harry was restless, unable to fall asleep due to the massive thunderstorm outside. He constantly woke up, the thunder rattling the bed, causing him to instinctively pull me to him. I have given up on falling asleep, knowing he will wake up more. Every crack of thunder, he would flinch, look scared even, and look down at me, wrapping his arms around me and hold me close.

"Beth," he gasps, moving up and looking down at me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he lays his head on my chest, gently wrapping his protective arms around me.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, brushing his hair back and kissing his glistening forehead. I keep my left hand in his hair and my right places on his cheek, softly caressing it with my fingers.

"I-I just, when I was younger, my dad, one night, I heard gunshots."

I felt my breath hitch in my throat, instantly regretting asking such a personal subject. His hot breath hits the top of my chest, his gentle lips brushing my skin.

"I woke up and heard gunshots, unknowing it was just my dad's friends firing off a starting gun. I was terrified and the noises were muffled in rain, a thunderstorm just like this one. I hate storms, still do."

His pain makes me weak; eyes closed and his eyelashes place so beautifully on his cheeks. I never realized how broken he is until he reveals to me every little thing. His hands gently move up my waist, his warm hands running under my shirt to place on my bare waist.

"I have to tell you something, something I have never told anyone; not even my sister."

He lifts his head and I look up, carefully watching as he moves his body up, letting go of me and sitting next to me.

"I was about 11, my father came home and I was alone. I never saw him, even then. He basically left us when I was 5. But anyways, I was in the kitchen and he came stumbling in, drunk in the middle of the day."

I sit up and face him, his hands playing with each other and his eyes focused on his fingers.

"He told me I was a no good piece of shit and slammed my head into the counter, causing me to feel dizzy. He sat on top of me in all dizziness, and did this."

He leans his head up and I climb over to him, observing his neck. There was a scar about 3 inches long and slightly purple on his perfect skin. My finger mindlessly brushes over this misplaced piece of skin and I feel him shiver.

"Pulled out a knife and cut my throat."

I place my hand over my mouth and try to hold back tears. He grabs my waist and pulls me into his inviting arms, my body lifted into his lap and his lips kissing around my cheeks.

"Please don't cry baby, it's in the past."

"You still got hurt Harry. You don't deserve that."

He cups my cheeks in his expansive hands and turns my head to look at him. My eyes close, fearing tears will come out if I open them. My mind seems to be overfilled, learning everything about him and the sounds of the rain make my nerves stand on end.

"Look at me Beth." I hesitantly open my eyes, looking down and meeting his eyes. My hands grip onto his shoulders and he brings my head closer to his, placing my forehead onto his.

"I by no means deserve anything. I am an ass who doesn't deserve anything, but I deserved to get cut because I learned that I was weak. I got stronger and I don't deserve anything good. But I saw you and wanted you. I knew you were too good for me, but I was and still am selfish to give up and let you get away from me. And you are the biggest thing in my life that I don't deserve, you being there for me even though I am a bastard. I am fucked up but you somehow managed to stay with me."

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