Deranged

Deranged Chp.36

Sky's POV

The sun was our alarm clock, so we were up just in time to watch the beautiful sun position itself right above us.

I was still clothed in the very formal dress from last night, and the perfect curls in my hair had stretched into messy waves. Harry had me nestled close to him on the couch, softly brushing my neck with periodic kisses.
His messy head of curls tickled my nose every time he bent down.

Harry led me down the dock and back onto the sand covered bay. My bare feet sank as they made contact with the mildly warm sand. Although we were both still elegantly dressed-Harry in his black slacks and a white tee, and I in my dress but without the shoes and tiara- paced along the water line of the shore.

Hand in hand, we walked. The water occasionally grabbing our ankles along the way. "Harry? You wanna know something?"
He nodded vigorously. "I didn't wanna fall in love" I knew my expression had caught him off guard. Possibly saddened or angered him a little too. "But then you smiled... And I couldn't go back. You lured me in and I'm never leaving now!" I sensed relief in Harry.
"You know why I smiled?" He asked.
"No"
"Because I'd saved the most beautiful girl in the world, and made her mine before she even knew it"
He was exactly right! He had me wrapped around his finger before I even realized it myself. I was never going to leave, even if I wanted too, because he had a way... An indescribable way that somehow, someway, deep down, I'll always want to stay.

My thoughts overpowered my mind and apparently my sight, because my foot began leaking crimson liquid. "Crap!" I mumbled under my breath, not wanting any worry or attention drawn from Harry, but no matter what, he heard me. "Sky what am I gonna do with you?" he joked towards my result of clumsiness. But it wasn't a time to be funny. My foot was increasingly growing with pain by the second, and blood continued to flow.

Harry caught on quickly to my pain, that it was no laughing matter. He slipped his tee shirt over his head and told me to sit on an empty beach chair. I didn't know what'd happened, all I noticed was the red sand I left behind and the sudden ache in my foot. "I'm fine Harry, I'll make it home" I insisted, arising from the chair and attempting to walk.
"No, no way!"
He carefully wrapped his ,now ruined tee shirt, around my injury. It hurt, like a burning sensation rising up my leg and it felt like someone had accidentally poured alcohol straight onto my wound. I concluded the searing pain originated from a sharp shell and I tracked too much sand and salty water into it, causing a deeper infection.

After Harry finished temporarily bandaging my foot, he knelt down to offer me a ride on his back. I drew up my long dress and jumped onto his back.

I had become fond of riding on his back. It was something I'd always secretly envied of the perfect love couples portrayed by social media. I never dreamed I'd become one of those mushy, lovey people I'd endlessly seen.

It was sorta a freak accident... Just like us I guess...

Harry gently placed me on our soft, familiar couch, sweat beads dripping from the long, hot and weight-bering walk. He ran upstairs to grab the necessary supplies needed to aide my apparently "urgent" puncture.

I scooted away when he held up a bottle of peroxide... I always hated that stuff. It never bothered anyone else but it was one thing I despised! "No! No thank you!" I fussed as Harry approached me with the bottle. "Sky c'mon you have to clean it out!" He held out his hand, "Here, hold my hand"
I built up the courage and nodded for Harry to release the cold, stinging liquid. My hand tightly squeezed his, and he shut his eyes. "Harry why aren't you opening you eyes?"
"Because it hurts me to see you in pain"
"I'm ok now, and it was for my own health" I delicately brushed his curls away form his emerald eyes and planted a kiss on his bare forehead. "I'm ok" I reassured.

I flipped on the TV to catch the tail end of the evening news. Harry was still upstairs, showering to cleanse himself of all uncleanliness, so I took advantage of my tv time. The news anchor was in the middle of his sentence when I flipped it on.

"-have been spotted leaving a car dealership a little outside of town just a few days after a new murder occurred."

An image was displayed on the screen...

Two figures stood outside a shady dealership...

Two familiar figures...

My heart sank....

It was Harry and me....