Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Sixty-Eight

Part Sixty-Eight

My hand runs along Harry’s cheek, my fingers twirling little curls by his ears. What scares me the most is his thoughts. He dreamt that I was having sex with my ex. My body lost all emotion and I was sent into a state of fear. That one action is reserved for Harry and no one else. Greg isn’t Harry and will always be the bad guy.

“Were you in bed the whole time?” he whispers, his left thumb running along my bottom lip, tracing the pink skin.

“I got up to get tea and use the bathroom. But I heard you screaming and shouting. I was so scared you weren’t going to wake up because I tried for almost five minutes and you were emotionless, lying limp in my arms. I-I thought you went unconscious,” I reveal, his eyes looking up into mine.

His thumb brushes circles on my cheeks and his head moves up, brushing his nose with mine. Wrapping his right arm around my shoulders, he pulls me closer and wraps his body around me, kissing my cheek. My eyes close and his lips are felt against my eyelids, kissing away my fear of him leaving.

His bare back is felt under my finger tips as he rolls on top of me, resting his legs on either side of my body. “The nightmares are getting worse. I need to keep you here with me. All of my bad memories are coming back, so stay.”

I nod and Harry sits up, pulling my arms up with him. I sit and his body leans over, leaving a kiss to my lips.

“I have to go to work,” I tell him, his lips still on mine.

“No baby. Stay,” he groans, moving his lips on mine.

“As tempting as that sounds, I want to go to school so nope,” I tell him, pulling away and climbing out of bed. He groans and falls on the bed, resting on his back.

Making my way to the bathroom, I close the door and quickly wash my hair. I walk back out and Harry is still lying on his back, eyes closed and softly breathing. I toss my towel on the ground and climb on top of him, kissing him again.

My hands grab his shoulders and his grab my face, holding me tighter. Wet locks of hair fall around us and I move my lips with his. I sit up and his hands pull me back, a laugh releasing from my lips. A soft peck is placed on my lips and I crawl off his body, his sitting up this time and following me to the bathroom.

“Do you want me to drive you?” he asks. I shake my head and begin blow-drying my hair. Once done I throw it into a bun and walk back to the bedroom, removing my clothes and changing into jeans and my Henley.

“I will see you when I get home. I’ll only be gone for four hours so don’t do something stupid.”

Harry laughs and leans against the bathroom doorway, smiling at me. “That includes breaking your other hand.”

He nods with a loving smile and I walk over to him, kissing his cheek and walking out of the bedroom. I quickly tie my shoes and walk out the door after I grab my phone. The walk to the bookstore seems longer than usually, my thoughts seeming to jumble in my mind. My fear of encountering Greg again runs through my mind, praying he isn’t going to show up.