•Chapter 41•
*2 weeks later*
The stitches were suppose to be taken out in the next month. There would obviously be a scar; but what really got me, is on how it happened. I haven't bothered to ask though. I don't want to bother Harry with all that's been put on his shoulders.
The one thing that I I'm glad about; is that he stopped working for David. I never liked David from the start, and now, look where's that put me. I still remember what he spat out at me before leaving my room for the second time. "If I can't have you, no one can." Before I knew it, the pocket knife was jabbed into my side. He didn't even touch the piece of metal from my grip.
I haven't said much of anything in the past two weeks, afraid of getting Harry angry with me. He's finally home a lot more, which also means that I'm more protected if David comes.
"Something wrong?" His voice startled me from my thoughts. I realized that I was in the bedroom.
"Huh? No, nothing's wrong." I picked at my fingernails, hoping he wouldn't say anything else.
"You've seemed distant lately. I'm worried about you." I felt his presence directly beside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing my back toward his chest.
I looked up at the green eyed boy, hoping that he'll understand why I'm so happy about him being here a lot more. "I'm glad that you're here." I said barely above I whisper.
"I am too, love." He pressed his lips to mine softly. The taste of his own lingering on my lips.
I relaxed under his soft touch; the way he held my waist, the way he held me close with out exception. I loved it. I loved him.
"How are you feeling? With the stitches?" He grazed the sensitive patch of skin, the pain easing from his cold hands.
"It's okay. It's hurt all the time though." I replied, finding his hand on my side, intertwining our fingers.
"Why didn't you tell me? Is the medication not working?" He asked, turning me towards him.
"It is, just not enough." I looked toward the pill bottle. Only half of them were gone, another two weeks to go of pain.
He sighed, pulling me back into him. My head laid upon his chest, his arm around my small waist.
"Just let me know if it gets worse and I'll call Liam to come over and check on you." He kissed the top of my head.
"Thank you." I clutched to the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel the warmth that he couldn't give.
"You cold?" He chuckled lowly, causing his chest to vibrate.
I nodded before I was lifted from him and placed under the covers. "Get some sleep, I'll be in the living room if you need me." He began to leave.
"Harry? Can you stay with me?" I peered over at him.
"Of course." He smirked before getting back into the bed with me, pulling me into his embrace.
"I love you..." Were the last words that I heard from him before I fell into a deep sleep.
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*Ginny*
