Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Fifty-Five

Sexual Content

Part Fifty-Five

I toss one of Harry's tees over to him, his hand grabbing it and shoving it into his suitcase. He zips it up and I walk to the bathroom to pack up my make-up. My fingers fumble with the bag and putting my supplies into it, zipping it up and walking back out. Two arms wrap around my waist and Harry starts to kiss around my jaw, a laugh leaving my lips.

"You almost done?" he asks, sucking on my earlobe. I push him away and shake my head, still laughing at him.

"Almost. Go put a shirt on," I tell him, walking over to my bag. The final things are packed and I pull on my jacket, walking over to Harry with my suitcase in hand.

"Beth, I'm going to check us out so stay here."

I agree and I hear the door slam, moving all our bags to the living room. Harry threw out all the food last night and we booked tickets. Last night was fun after Harry got over his anger towards his father. We went to the gym and ended up leaving before we started to kiss. Our kissing resumed but I stopped anything from happening. I couldn't tell if Harry was upset about it, but I know, or at least I think he understands my situation.

The door opens and Harry walks in, smiling over at me and grabbing a bag.

"You ready?" He asks, leaning down and kissing my cheek. I nod and he grabs his bag and I grab mine. We walk out and make our way down to the lobby, getting into the car and driving to the airport. The ride is silent, but comfortable. Harry's hand rests on my thigh and my hand is over it, holding onto his forefinger. His hands are massive, engulfing mine by twice the size.

"Is there something wrong?" he asks, realizing my blank expression.

"I just- I'm thinking that's all."

He nods and looks back out the window, driving through the traffic. Harry's hand turns and wraps around mine, a deep sigh escaping my lips. Why do I feel so different now?

"Listen, last night, when we were...kissing, you stopped. Beth, do you not want sex with me anymore?"

"No, no, that's not it Harry. It's different."

He turns his head towards me and I keep looking down, afraid of what he's going to say. Harry keeps his hand around mine and warms my cold fingers.

"Beth, talk to me. I want you to be happy."

"And I am. I'm fine."

He takes a deep breath and grips my hand tighter, emphasizing that he's getting upset.

"No you aren't god-damn it! I can tell it in your eyes and how you act. You are upset and sad and I refuse to sit here listening to you tell me you're fine. We aren't. We lost a child Beth, and I know that makes you upset. Your mum passed away and that adds to your emotional sadness."

A tear leaves my eye and I let go of his hand, not wanting him to mention any of this. It tears me apart to hear about my life right now, knowing the amount of tragedy and fear in my body too much.

"Is that why you won't do anything with me?" he asks, trying to touch me. I shove his hand away and he looks at me.

"Let me out," I tell him, my voice breaking and tears streaking down my face.

"I am not letting you out. You aren't going out because you mean too much to me and I only want you to talk to me."

"I said let me out!" I yell, upset and angry with him. I unbuckle my seatbelt at the stoplight and get out, running into the restaurant that I'm closest to. I collapse into a booth and cry, the loudness of the place allowing me to be unnoticed. I bring my knees to my chest and hold my legs, resting my head on the top and crying.