Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Fifty-Seven

Part Fifty-Seven

My hand drags Harry into McDonalds, his hand tightly entwined through mine. I get in and smile, knowing I can finally treat him to a dinner. It may be cheap but it's my treat.

"You are the devil," he mutters, picking up his pants.

"I may be, but you can buy every dinner after this," I smile up, kissing his cheek. He wraps his arms around me as we wait and he kisses the top of my head. We walk up to the register and order, handing over my credit card to Harry's dislike. As she gathers our food, Harry kisses my temple and complains in my ear.

"Harry, I spent about $6. It's not a fortune."

"Yes, but I should be treating you. You're my girl and I should buy you the world."

I shake my head and he pulls my back to his chest. "I don't want the world, I want you."

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"Do you feel better?" I ask, Harry insisting he take us out for ice cream after our McDonalds. He licks his chocolate cone and nods. I asked for a hot fudge sundae and Harry insisted I get the largest size, just so he could out-buy me.

"You got something on your nose," he tells me, my hands immediately wiping my face.

"Is it gone?"

He smiles and dips his finger in my wipe cream, swiping it onto my nose. "Nope."

I'm glad he's smiling about this. I'm going to be all sticky.

"Come here," he tells me, my eyes crossing to see the wipe cream spread on my nose. My body shifts over, his arm wrapping around me.

"Close your eyes," his voice whispers. I do so and feel forefinger under my chin; his lips kiss the wipe cream away. A soft kiss is pressed to my lips and I open my eyes, Harry staring down at me. My cheeks blush and he smiles brighter, knowing he likes it when I blush.

"You are so cute when you blush," he reminds me, my blush deepening.

"I know, you remind me daily."

He kisses my temple and finishes his ice cream cone. He throws it away and helps me finish mine, me feeding him at some points. We were a cliché couple at the moment, but I don't care. I have made Harry become free, happier around me, and I couldn't be happier. Sure, he doesn't like to talk to other people, but with me he is loving and caring, only having his eyes on me.

"Do you want to watch a movie tonight?" I ask him, feeding him a mouthful of ice cream. He mumbles a sure, due to the amount of food in his mouth. His right arm stays around me the whole time we talk, him basically talking about trying to find a new training job and a new trainer. He refuses to go to the old gym, knowing Jonah would turn him in almost immediately, just because he didn't follow through with the deal. I don't care about it anymore because we have grown in our relationship. I know he's in it for me now, not money or strength.

"Do you want to see if you can get a job at the gym in the college? I was going to see if I can apply for a literature class; maybe you can come and be a trainer for the sports team."

He scrunches his face and shakes his head. "But what is this about wanting to do a literature class?" he asks, grabbing the spoon and taking a bite of the ice cream.

"I want to strengthen my literature skills and go to college for a year to take the class. You can join me," I offer, wanting to know what he thinks.

"Uh, no. My book life remains in our house. I would love it if you teach me though," he smiles, feeding me a bite of practically just hot fudge.

"Sure, but I expect something in exchange."