Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventy-Four

Part Seventy-Four

Harry lies on top of me, his head pressing into my upper back. His arms are wrapped tightly around my stomach and his left hand is wrapped around my right one. We barely slept last night, basically staying up all night talking. The last thing he told me before I fell asleep was his promise to get me a ring, he just has to find the perfect one.

I wiggle a little, Harry groaning and tightening his arms around me. His body moves up and he places his head next to mine, his nose pressing to the back of my head.

"Go back to sleep Beth," he whispers, my body pressed against his. I turn my head and look at him, his eyes closed and his lips pursed. Luckily, I don't work today so I can stay in with Harry.

My body soon feels uncomfortable under his weight and I shift out from under him, his arm and leg soon draping over me and pulling me to him. Harry moves his head closer to mine and lays his forehead on mine, his curls running against my skin.

My forefinger comes up and I tap his bottom lip, his face holding a certain angry face. It's cute; like an angry baby face. He barely opens his eyes, slight green color coming out.

"You having fun there?" he raspily whispers, his hooded eyes looking into mine.

"Yes, you're cute," I smile, his teeth becoming visible. He buries his head in my neck and begins to kiss the skin, my heart fluttering at the gesture. His lips suck on the skin and he moves his hands to my chest. I whimper slightly, my chest still sensitive. Harry moves his hands up my shirt and grabs my breasts, massaging the skin gently.

"H-Harry," I breathe, his hands leaving my shirt and grabbing my cheeks. He places his lips on mine and my nails scratch against his back.

"Do that again," he moans, my lips moving with his. My hands scratch against his back again and I move them back up, gripping onto his chestnut locks.

Our intimate moment is ruined when my phone rings, Harry pulling away. He nods his head and climbs off me, allowing me to take the call. My finger hits the green button and I set it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Beth, I need to talk to you," Gemma's worried voice flows through the phone. My body sits up and Harry follows, looking at me concerned.

"Yeah sure, give me a second."

I stand up and walk out of the bedroom, walking to the guest bedroom and locking the door behind me. If Gemma's calling me, she won't want Harry to know.

"Okay, what's going on?" I ask, sitting on the white bed in the room.

"I've been talking to my father," she breathes, the color in my face dropping.

"Really?" I am shocked; both of them never speaking highly of their father.

"Yes, I just- I needed to talk to him. He may have hurt Harry and me, but he's changed Beth. He's changed so much. I'm afraid if I tell Harry he'll get mad and won't speak to me."

"I-I don't know what to say," I say, her breathing heavy over the phone.

"I just needed to tell someone. My dad has changed into something good. He's engaged to a woman he loves, he's a lawyer, and he's giving my mum money every month without her knowing. Harry would be pissed at him and me but can you please just- just tell him to try."

A knock on the door sounds and I ignore it, falling back on the bed. Harry hates his father. I don't know if I can help him.

"He won't want to, I know it," I tell her, her voice sighing.