Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventeen

Part Seventeen

The hot water falls onto my back, the paint leaving my skin after our heated sessions of placing paint onto each other and kissing and touching. Harry left and I now have wet painted walls and a body with his touches still lingering on it.

I twist my hair and turn the water off, wrapping a towel around myself and walking out. I move my feet to the sink and place my towel to my hair. My fingers pull a tee over my head and I put my underwear on along with sweatpants.

My hands toss the towel into the hamper and I wash my face, ridding the remains of paint still on it. Having his hands touch every part of my body was so intimate, special, something never felt before. Not one single action was rushed, his hands gently caressing my nearly naked body as he pursued taking my jeans off. His ended up in the corner too but it was me revealing myself to a boy like that. It made me feel scared, but so safe at the same time.

Giving no thought towards what I do, I walk to my room and bury myself under numerous amounts of blankets, turning on my lamp and reading The Fault in Our Stars. I fade into the love of Augustus and Hazel, my eyes closing and the book remains in my hand as I sleep.

I jolt up in the middle of the night, another massive thunderstorm hitting over Seattle. My mind immediately turns to Harry and his nervousness during thunderstorms, though his first one when I was sleeping over for the first time didn't affect him much. But I am still worried.

I walk to my closet and pull on leggings and an old pair of Uggs. I grab my black raincoat and walk to the front door, grabbing an old umbrella I have next to it. I close and lock my door, walking to the lobby and down the stairs, the rain hitting the umbrella hard as I walk the three minutes to get to his apartments.

By the time I reach his building it's nearly 3 in the morning. My boots are nearly soaked and my hair is slightly damp as I reach the front of his building. I walk to the lobby and down the hall to his room. I hold my closed umbrella and knock on his door. I stand and wait for a second, but the door opens, my eyes meeting an over tired looking Harry, his hair wet and joggers on his legs.

"Beth, what are you doing here?"

"It's raining; the thunder. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

He pulls me into his apartment and closes the door, wrapping his arms around my body. I wrap my arms around his waist and hold his body close to mine, disregarding my wet one. He kisses the top of my wet hair, pressing a hand to the back of my head and rubbing his thumb through the dark locks.

"I'm better now that you're here."

I blush at his words, the soft accent causing my heart to flutter. My hands rub his back as he contains our embrace, his arms not letting me go. I feel his head lean onto mine and his hand tangle into my hair, my head right over his heart.

"Come on," he whispers, letting me go and unzipping my coat. He tosses it on the floor and I get out of my boots. I walk behind him and the thunder shakes the room, his back tensing and reaching behind me, my hand grabbing his immediately.

He lifts me up and carries me to his room rather than letting me walk, his arms pressing me into him. He lays me on the massive bed and lies next to me, the sheets thrown about signaling his restless sleep. He pulls the covers over our bodies and pulls me into him, his curls lying on my chest and arms hooked around me.

"I've never felt so safe and cared for until you Beth. You make it go away," he whispers, my hands running through his hair. His lips brush against my skin when he talks, creating butterflies to form in my stomach.