BELOVED [h.s.]

Chapter 69. Edited.

Harry's POV.

I'm not going to tell her she got expelled too yet. I just can't stop thinking how I am going to tell her that.

My phone buzzed and it was a message: *remember my nose? Are you already searching colleges?*

Fuck. It was this man, he's the one who made all of this and I'm such an idiot for not knowing it before.

"Why are you not there with them?" Linda asked me.

"I'm not gonna leave you here alone." I replied.

I'm not in the attitude to compose or play the guitar, I'm feeling so guilty. For breaking his nose Linda is suffering, he couldn't make anything more to me so he went with Linda, why? Because he knows she is important for me and everything that happens to her, affects me.

He is mad, he has big mental problems.

"You'll be an inch afar me, I won't be alone."

"You'll be bored,"

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

She touched my shoulder and I just smiled.

"Yes, let's go."

I grabbed her hand and guided her where the boys were.

Thanks god they made us laugh so much and then we all went to have dinner in the hotel and then they went to their rooms.

I needed time alone to think how to tell her so I decided to take a long shower before sleeping. When I left the bathroom she was lying, reading a book.

"Babe, you sure you are okay?" she asked me.

My stomach was hurting me so much, maybe because I was nervous.

"I am just sick," I lied and sat beside her, "but I'm okay, what are you doing?"

"Reading about Arthur L. Carter,"

I frowned; I didn't know who that man was.

"Reading something about journalism," she said and laughed. And the guilty is gnawing me slowly even more. "But I'm not going to read more..." she said and put the book in the nightstand.

"Are you alright?" She asked. "Do you want green tea or something?"

Linda's POV.

He smiled and kissed me.

I know something apart from his stomachache is going on.

"I love you, never forget that." He said and kissed me again.

I had this weird feeling in my stomach that said something is wrong, Linda and now, I'm used to lies and I know so good he is hiding something.

Maybe isn't something about us but just about him or maybe about me, or yeah, about us.

He took complete control of my lips and gently, as always, lied me down on the bed and drove his lips to my neck, to that hole in my throat that gives me chills when someone touches it.

I didn't like to do this with lights on so I lifted my hand and turned off the lamp.

"Aren't you sick now, are you?" I whispered and laughed.

"No." He smirked.

I kissed him now; I had my fingers tangled in his soft hair. In less than a minute my pyjama shorts were on the floor and his on the top of the bed.

He tried to remove my bra behind my back but he couldn't.

"Let me help you," I said and unbuttoned it. "Done."