Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventy-Five

Sexual Content

Part Seventy-Five

Harry.

My feet follow after Beth, her feet jogging down the hall to the apartment. She's so free, so beautiful; I feel like I need to keep her away from the world, just let her be herself without the selfish people roaming around her.

"Harry, you okay?" she asks, my eyes looking up at her. I nod and she walks over to me, grabbing my hands and looking up at me.

"No you're not," she says, my forehead leaning on hers. She's so perfect; someone I don't deserve.

"Can I ask you a question?" I say, her blue eyes shining as she looks into mine.

"Of course," she replies, moving her hand to unlock the door. My feet pad into the apartment, taking my shoes off and turning. My hands grab hers and I walk her backwards, her body hitting the wall.

"Do you want me?" I ask, my head leaning down to look at her. Her fingers wrap around my hands, her lips parting.

"Of course," she says, her eyes looking concerned.

"No, I mean do you want me...as your husband?" I choke out, never seeing myself as a husband. I am afraid to get married.

"Yes. Harry, I love you and you alone. My heart is only for you and you have nothing to worry about. It's only you," she states, my lips brushing hers. I really wish she was off her week of plug usage, because she needs to know I love her. My favorite way is being connected, just because I love her little pants in my ear, reminding me over and over that she loves me.

My body leans down, my lips leaving a kiss to the tip of her nose, the gesture becoming one of my favorites to place on her. Her cheeks turn pink and she smiles like all is good in the world, but it's not.

"I love you," I whisper, my hands letting go of hers and her hands grabbing my cheeks. Her little fingers run against my jaw like she did last night, her hands softly moving along my shaved cheeks.

"I love you too," she smiles, kissing my cheek. She walks out of the room and into the kitchen, beginning to grab ingredients out of the cabinet.

"Whatcha cookin' good lookin'?" I ask, her head turning and a smile shown on her lips.

"Fettuccini Alfredo," she replies, her hands grabbing a pot and filling it with water. She moves it onto the stove and begins to make the sauce.

"What has made you so worried lately?" she asks, stirring up the Alfredo sauce. I sit in the chair at the counter and watch her move.

"I just want you to have the best and what you want. I need to make sure you're happy at all times," I tell her, grabbing my phone off the counter.

"I am. I always am near you." I smile and she places a piece of chicken in a pan. Her body moves and sways with her actions, cooking with poise.

My fingers place my phone into the dock, playing music as she cooks. Her fingers let go of the spoon and she puts her curls into a bun on the top of her head, washing her hands after. My hand takes the hat off my head and she smiles at me, knowing she likes my hair insanely curly.

The Pharrell Williams song comes on and she starts to shake her bottom, a laugh leaving my lips. She laughs too and randomly starts to dance. She's absolutely adorable.

"Because I'm happy!" she sings loudly, her head bobbing to the song. She stirs the sauce again and pours in the noodles, her fit body dancing.