Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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Jane's POV

When I woke this morning, I didn't know that this was going to be one of the worst days of my life. Harry's arms and legs were tangled within my own and his heavy breathing sounded directly behind my head. The daylight shown beautifully throughout the room we always slept in. Today was the day Will, Ben, and Ciara were going to embark on their journey to the new camp. They would leave in just an hour.

I shoved Harry to wake up. He didn't appreciate the abruptness of my hands waking him up grunting as he stretched his limbs. I looked down at him, half naked in his boxers, and wished I had admired him more. His sleepy swollen green eyes stared up at mine and then he smiled. Something that was simply breathtaking.

"Hi," I smiled back and scrunched my knees into my chest while laying back down next to him.

"Your breath is simply ravishing," he smirked while closing the gap between us and kissing me all over my face and neck with playful biting.

I giggled and pretended like I wanted him to stop, but I could have layed there in that bed with him for the rest of my life. I'd let the world out there transform into a nightmare, and I'd be happy here with him.

He climbed over me and and slid his fingers down the front of my underwear, surprising me and fulfilling a need I didn't even know I needed. His lips kissed around my neck and chest, licking, nipping and sucking on me while his hand rubbed and massaged me down there.

"Harry, I want you," I hummed while sticking my hand out to the drawer on our bedside table.

"It'll have to be quick," he smirked knowing full well we had time.

I handed him the condom, and as soon as he ripped it open and I pulled my underwear down, someone I didn't see opened our bedroom door and then shut it quickly after probably seeing us in the act.

Why did this always happen?

"Shit," I heard quick footsteps walk back down the hallway and I recognized them as William's boots clinking against the hardwood.

Harry's body rolled off of mine and I pulled my underwear back up.

"Well," Harry grunted while sitting up. He walked over to his dresser and pulled a grey long sleeve tshirt on and a pair of black jeans.

I walked next to him and pulled on an olive green henley of his and a pair of my own jeans.

"I suppose we have some people to take care of today," Harry pulled me in and kissed me on my forehead. His feet carried him out to the hallway and I closed my eyes shut.

I'd never be able to show him how I felt again. This was it. That was it.

Shortly, I followed in his path. We ate breakfast downstairs and I counted how many times he chewed his apple. One, two, three... His jaw clenching with each bite.

His dark brown hair had grown so long over the amount of time I'd known him. I'd even offered a few times to cut it, but he said he felt more badass with it longer. I liked it long too. I liked how it looked when he was sweating and it beaded into his hair. I liked when he flung it out of his face and pushed it behind his ears. And I had to agree, there was something about the long hair that made him seem more aggressive and transcendent.