Deranged

Deranged Chp.41

Sky's POV

 My weakened body shivered at the touch of the freezing tile. The night of sleep I'd anticipated, was destroyed when I threw up at dinner. I must've offened mother nature in some way because her kindness towards me was blissfully washed away.
A large hand rubbed gentle circles on my back, "Harry go to bed..." I murmered.
"No, I wanna help you" he slurred due to his lack of sleep. "Well love there isn't much you can do... Please get some rest" I insisted. Harry accepted, obviously too tired to fight it, which I am thankful for because I'm beginning to feel sick again. 

After a brutal 3 hours spent crouched down on the bathroom floor, I regained my strength and a slight bit of relief. The alarm clock on the nightstand flashed "3:07"...

My shirt smelled awful, and I knew I couldn't snuggle next to Harry and smuther him with the stench. It was late, I was tired and completely stupid apparently, because I carelessly flipped on a lamp. I jerked around to find a sleepy Harry rubbing the sleep away from his eyes and squinting at me, "Sky? What's wrong? Are you ok?" he gushed.
"I'm fine, only changing..."
I slipped on one of Harry's classic black t-shirts and tip-toed over to bed. Harry retracted the covers and I nestled in close to him. He pushed the loose strands of hair wandering across my forehead behind my ear and laughed. "What?" I pondered. 
"It's just, you always wear my clothes..."
"Oh. Sorry... Do you not want me too?"
"No princess, I love it when you wear my clothes. You look adorable in them" he complimented in a raspy voice, causing my cheeks to tint with a light pink. Instead of kissing my forehead, he leaned in and softly laid a kiss on my lips... The touch left a warm feeling running up my legs and to my arms, it made the butterflies in my stomach flutter. "Goodnight, I love you Harry" I slurred, trying to talk straight and fight against the coming sleepiness. "Goodnight princess, I love you too"

The feeling had returned by morning and I felt like shriveling up and dying. Harry kept his distance from me to remain healthy and also beacue he hated seeing me in pain, especially when he couldn't help. 
Harry made his annual 10 minute check up on me, "Need anything?" he sweetly asked.
"You" I simply stated.
Harry's smile was luminescent, and caused my heart to melt away. Before he could sit down I stopped him, "And also some water?" I cheekily begged. 
He returned with a small glass of ice water which I gladly welcomed into my parched mouth. Finally he snuggled next to me on the sofa, where he promised to stay all day and keep me comfortable. Harry tenderly sat the palm of his vastly sized hand on my cheeks. "You have fever..." he confirmed. All I did was nod my head. I was weak and my eyes were irritated, so the only solution I found to the problem was sleep, and what better place to sleep than in the arms of my safe-keeper? My head nestled into the nook of Harry's neck, and my delicate hand laid on his chest.

I must've been completely engulfed by my outrageous dreams caused by my fever, because when I woke up it was pouring down rain. Harry, still secured under me, stirred at the feeling of movement. "Sky, I'm sorry I must've fallen asleep I-"
Stopping the jabbering boy, I placed my index finger over his lips, "Shhh" 
Harry scooted himself from out under me and hurried off to the bathroom. Being as I was missing the key to my comfort, I flipped on the TV.

I went cold...

And not because my fever vanished... Tom... the guy from Harry's gym was talking. "I never thought Harry was right. Always seemed a but shady too me... Guess this proves my insticts right eh?" he chuckled with the peppy news anchor. It seemed as though in the brief second, all my strength returned, and out newly purchased TV was identical to the last one... shattered and unmanagable. Normally the impact would've made me stop of guilt, but I was furious and beyond scared. "NO! YOU ASS!" I violently screamed at the black screen.  Harry ran in and unquestioningly engulfed me in his secure, tight arms. "HE TRUSTED YOU! HE TRUSTED YOU!" I repeatedly shouted, forgetting Harry was centimeters away from me. He softly hummed soothing melodies to calm me down and continued to stroke my dark hair while maintaining to keep me secured in his arms. Tears involuntarily streamed down my face  and onto Harry's white shirt. He didn't ask... Not once did he ponder to know why I was crying, even though curiosity defines personality.i

That night things changed... for the worse... The pain returned... Not only the physical pain implied my the lifeless pieces of metal, but emotional, and I'm afraid this time it's deeper... It hurts... I can't tell him, he doesn't know... Night after night I slipped away to be alone int the darkness, a place where I can hide myself, and if I'm noticed they won't care.

The pain returned

The scars reappeared

The secrets re-opened

And what's worst of all

He can't know