After Josh gained consciousness, Harry pushed him out, threatening him one last time before locking the door behind him. In the meantime I went to fetch the first aid kit that my boyfriend desperately needed.
"Come here" I gently took Harry's bruised hand in mine, making him sit on the couch in the lounge. Harry winced in pain, rubbing his bottom as it made contact with the leather.
"I'm fine. I don't need this" he spoke sharply, making me look him in the eye. My eyes were watered up from seeing him in this condition...and knowing that I was the reason he was all beaten up and in pain, I didn't know if I'd be able to forgive myself. After all, it was me who Harry was protecting.
"Shut up Harry. I'm going to fix you up. Just shutup." my voice was breaking as I started cleaning the blood off Harry's face. His nose had bled a lot and his eyebrow had a small cut on it along with a swollen lip. Harry closed his mouth and sat there quietly while I worked on his wounds, occassionally flinching in pain, tugging at my heart every time a painful grunt left his lips.
"Are you insane?!" anger over-took my tears as I focused on his hands now. "Do you have any idea what could have happened to you!? You could have broken your bones Harry! You could have died!" I roughly started cleaning the dry blood off his hands as anger took over my body. Harry stayed quiet as he was studying my face.
"Khadija I-"
"No you don't understand Harry! You don't think about the consequences. You didn't think for a second how badly this could have gone wrong! Don't you ever think about yourself? What if something happened to you hunh!?! What would I do then?? I've seen you bruised and helpless before and I hate it and it's killing me. I can't see you like this again, you understand me!? Get that through to your head! You are never doing any such thing again!" anger mixed with tears as I bandaged up Harry's hand, blinking rapidly to make the blurriness go away. Harry stayed quiet.
"Can you lift up your arms?" I asked Harry but I refused to look him in the eye because my eyes were wet and probably red from the constant flow of tears. Harry nodded and I could feel his eyes on my face as I carefully took the royal blue t-shirt off him, that was now covered with blood stains. I felt an entirely new rush of tears flow down as I took in his torso. It was covered with cuts and bruises all over. I started cleaning the wounds up, wiping away the tears in the process.
"The bruises don't hurt as much as it hurts seeing you like this" Harry spoke slowly, making me look up at his face. I noticed that his eyes were wet, "I won't do that again, ever. I promise you. Just please stop crying, it's eating me inside." I had managed to hold the tears inside for a while but I burst out crying again after Harry spoke up, looking down at the floor as I cried into my shaking hands.
"Hey hey...come here" Harry pulled me into his chest, wiping my tears away with his finger tips. "Ssshhh...it's okay. I'm okay...everything's okay now, it's all over. I promise it's all over, just please stop crying. Please." I sniffled into Harry's bare chest, nodding slightly before my crying finally came to a halt.
"I know you love me and want to protect me but I swear I'll leave you if you get into a physical fight again" I felt Harry tense up under me.
"NO. I won't. You're never leaving me, I'm not letting you go. I'm sorry Khadija, I'm sorry" Harry kissed the top of my head before he flinched again.
"You better not" I spoke firmly before getting onto my own two feet. "Come on now, I have to check up the rest of you"
We lay cuddled up under the blankets as I absent-mindedly stroked Harry's jawline. I sighed looking at his beautiful face structure, unaware of the fact that Harry had been fiddling with the silver locket that lay on my chest. We both had one, I wore one with an 'H' at the bottom and Harry had one with a 'K' that was always hidden beneath his shirt, as close to his heart as it could possibly get. I looked up at him, at the way his eyebrows furrowed together whenever he was concentrating on something, which was currently the 'H' that lay in his fingers.
"How many girlfriends have you had?" the question caught him by surprise, I wouldn't blame him, I caught myself by surprise.
"You really wanna know?" his gaze was fixed on the locket. I nodded slowly. Harry let out a deep breath before lying straight on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "3"
"3?"
"3 official ones, the rest were just...you know" he shrugged. There was so much I wanted to know about those three, but there was one thing I wanted to know more than anything and and I summoned up the courage to ask him just that.
"How many have you done it with?" I was propped up on my elbow, my head on my hand, facing Harry. There was a moment of silence before he answered.
"All 3 of them" he whispered, staring blankly ahead of himself. I felt something churn in the pit of my stomach, I was hoping he would say no one, but I already knew that wasn't the case, I was just fooling myself.
"O" was all I managed to whisper before images of Harry all over some other girl flooded my mind, making me jealous and angry on a whole new level. I lay down on my back next to Harry, mindlessly fiddling with the chain around my neck. Something shifted beside me and soon I found emerald green eyes look into my own plain brown ones. He placed a hand on my cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb.
"But that was before I met you. None of them even compared to you" I looked into his eyes as he spoke, seeing nothing but honesty there. "You're in your own league and trust me when I say this, but I don't even find it appealing looking at another girl when I'm with you, no matter how hott she is" the last line earned Harry a playful slap on his shoulder and his lips turned into the dimpled smile that made my heart melt every single time. I suddenly found myself staring at Harry's lips, which looked more luscious than ever. It felt like my stomach was on a roller-coaster as the urge to kiss him increased. I had to turn and hide my face in the pillow to stop myself from doing something I had managed to have a grip over the entire time I had been with Harry.
"This just becomes harder by the day" Harry's voice was rough against my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me into him. Harry slipped his hand into mine, knotting our fingers together. I practically clutched his hand, digging my nails into his skin.
"I didn't know you were that turned on babe" Harry's lips brushed against my ear, making me close my eyes tight.
"That's not helping babyyy" I nearly moaned as Harry hid his face in the crook of my neck, plump lips against my skin making my mind do loops. Well, this is going to be a torturous night.
