- Lesbehonest. h.e.s -

-10. baby-

     Harry lays on my bed, cuddling my pillow as drool escapes his pink lips lightly. I put my stuff down and take a seat at the corner of the bed, trying not to wake him, as thoughts swirl through my head. How could she lie. For this long. I massage my temple before a terrible migraine takes over.

I've always been like this. Since I was a kid, I've had massive headaches and migraines when I'm either stressed or anxious. My anxiety also hits me, hard, as I slowly sit on the floor beside the bed and wrap my arms around my legs against my chest. No tears. Be strong. For K.

"Hello. Is anyone in here?" Harry mumbles, as I hear him shift. I open my mouth to speak up, but he speaks first.

"Please don't hurt me. I have a wife and three kids to feed!" He yells, his voice echoing in the empty room, as I accidentally snort a bit, making him sit up in realization.

"Sammie?" Harry asks aloud, making me peek my head up so he could just see my forehead and eyes. As he whips his head around, he jumps from his spot, landing on top of me, smiling ear to ear. "Sammie!"

He hugs me so tight, to the point that I can't breathe as I tap his shoulder trying to remove myself from his grasp. He finally lets go, as I inhale and exhale, trying to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so happy to see you," He stampers as I grin to hold back a smile.

"You're an idiot." I laugh, before hugging him again, his hands quickly wrap around my smaller frame, as I'm literally on top of him.

"Why are you back so soon?" He says pulling away from the hug as previous events come to mind.

"What? Why? You don't want me here?" I laugh nervously, trying not to talk about it. I can tell he knows something is wrong. He tilts my chin up so we are now face to face. His brows are furrowed but I can still see the worry in his hooded eyes.

"What happened?" His voice comes out softer than I expected. I push his hand away from my chin and stand up, flopping on the bed.

"Samira."

"Don't call me that." My voice muffles in the covers. He crawls on top of me and flips me over as he grips my jaw softly.

"That's your name, is it not?" He says as his somehow-still-fucking-minty-even though-he-just-woke-up breath hits my face.

"Don't get an attitude, you sassy muthafucker." I shot back as he lets out a raspy chuckle. He then surprises me, leaning down and pecking my lips.

"Awe. You're so shook." He smiles as I look at him with an "O" shaped mouth and indeed, shooketh eyes.

"What the fu-"

"I'm gonna kiss you until you tell me what the hell happened, Samira." He says as he pecks my lips again.

"Harry. Get off of me. This is absolutely ridi-" I say with finalization in my voice, pushing him off of me, as he kisses me again. He doesn't budge.

"Your a molester. I'm being molested." I gasp, putting my hand to my heart, being over exaggerate, as tries to manage a straight face.

"Please don't touch me where I'm not supposed to be touched." I say in a toddler like tone with a pout, hoping that would finally get him off me.

"I need to know what happened, baby-" He says softly before I put my hand over his mouth because of the lowkey cute pet name.

"Now, definitely don't call me that." I say shaking my head vigorously, as a smirk makes way to his face.

"I kinda like it. Why don't you, baby?" He grins as I try and wiggle my way out of his hold.

"Sammie. I'm actually worried about you. Please just get it off your chest?" He whispers, making me finally give in.

"Fine. Just get of me. Your bulge is stabbing my right thigh."

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"So you're telling me that she found her and didn't even tell you?" Harry said with interest, rubbing his temple as I give him a dumb look.

"No. I'm telling you bird shit tastes like vanilla ice cream- No shit that's what I'm telling you. Did I not just say that?" I say sarcastically, pulling the little crumbled note out of my dollar store wallet.

"This is the address. I need to leave. Now."