The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 17

***WARNING: the end of this chapter may be triggering to some. If this applies to you- when it changes pov's, you may want to leave this chapter.***
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I woke up to Harry kissing my neck. I giggled, pushing him away. He climbed on top of me, kissing and sucking at my soft skin.

I arched my back slightly, making him groan. His hands rested on my hips as my own hands fisted the bedsheets.

"Fuck Rosie...you don't know what you do to me." He muttered before biting my earlobe softly.

We had never been sexual in the past. Besides the one time we had sex, that is. And that was four years ago.

I stared up at him, quickly biting my lip. He smirked at me, kissing my lips. He grabbed the hem of my shirt, tugging at it.

"Harry...I can't." I whispered, pushing his hands away from me.

I pushed myself up against the headboard. He looked slightly hurt and disappointed.

"What's wrong? Did I touch you bad?"

"No, it's just..." I sighed through my nose. "I don't feel comfortable doing this when you're still technically married."

"You know I don't love her."

"I know...but I-" I stopped myself, sighing. "My grandma and mom both had affairs and stuff. I don't want to be like them. And I know that kissing you is technically still like that...but I can't help it. I'm just like them, aren't I?"

Harry grabbed my hands in his, making me look up at him.

"You are nothing like them, Rosie. I love you. Don't forget that, ok? You're a good person. We are not our parents."

I just nodded, letting silence engulf the air around us. I closed my eyes briefly, taking my hands away from his.

"I want everything to be okay." I begun in a soft whisper. "I want to be normal and have a happy life. I want to go far away from here and never come back. I want to run away..." I finally opened my eyes, looking up at Harry's concerned face. "With you."

"Rosie..." He tailed off. "I know. I wanted the same thing. But everything is so different now. We have to get your souls back and defeat Luci. Plus, we still don't even know if we can trust Zayn. Not to mention we're parents now and I gotta take care of my bitch ass ex wife."

"Everything seemed so complicated and difficult back then. But now...I wish we could go back to those times."

Harry just stared at me longingly. He glanced down to the locker around my neck, eyes widening before shaking his head.

"You know what's funny?"

"Your penis size."

He looked at me with pursed lips. I laughed to myself, shrugging.

"You gotta admit, that was funny."

"Yes, I'm dying. Ha ha ha. Oh my lord, I'm literally crying. I'm shook." He spoke dully, making me laugh.

"You are so bad."

He rolled his eyes with a smile. "I was going to say something important, you know."

"Please, do tell." I said as I waved my hand in the air.

"You still have the locket I gave you."

I reached up to touch it. A smile spread across my face as my soft fingertips pressed up against the cool metal.

"Of course. I never take it off."