Give Me Hope (h.s)

18

Arabella.

I flip through the pages of a book, my body curled on the bed while I wait for Harry to get back. My hand brushes my hair back and I contemplate my thoughts, not really paying attention to the words on the pages.

My curiosity is taking over me at this point. With all my feelings for Harry, I just want to experience everything I can. And with that, I want to have sex. But I don't know how to bring it up. I was going to in the truck the night we were watching the stars, but I felt he would have thought I was crazy.

Maybe I am, but Harry is someone I trust more than anyone. At this point, I trust him more than my father.

When I hear the door open, I close the book and stand up. Harry walks in and he brushes his hand through his hair, quickly shutting and locking the door.

"What's wrong?" I ask, his hands torn up as though he punched someone.

"Bella," he says, my hands grabbing his waist. He looks down at me and I move my hands to his cheeks.

"What happened?" I ask, his eyes closing.

"We have to go," he says, my eyebrows furrowing. He rushes to pack his bag and I do the same, still unaware of what is going on.

We get outside and he leads me to a new truck, trading the other one in. We get in and he drives, holding my thigh as he does so.

"Bernard sent a Bone Thrasher out, and he was at the truck place," he says, breaking the silence. It takes me off-guard, my head turning to look at him.

"I took care of it, but I can't risk them finding you," he says, my hand holding his tighter. He holds my hand tightly and I watch the way his arm flexes, my heart pounding.

I've seen his naked body and it's something like a sculpture. He's built and tattooed and so incredibly perfect. And in the simplest terms, I want to have sex with him. It's what two people do when they're crazy for each other.

But right now just doesn't seem like he is in the mindset to. He's clearly pissed about the threat the Bone Thrashers placed, but the Dark Plague is one as well.

"Bella, I need to smoke," he says, my eyes glancing at him. I didn't know he smoked, but he was a dealer for my father's gang. Perhaps, it's an occasional thing.

I nod and he reaches back, taking out a bag. My eyes fall to the joint in his hands.

"Will you, um, get high?" I ask, his eyes glancing over at me.

"We're stopping at a rest stop," he says, my head nodding. I don't want to say the wrong thing. It may trigger him to give a clipped answer and I just want him to relax. My eyes take in my surroundings and I open my door when we stop.

"Do you want to try?" he asks, my eyes watching as he rolls a joint. I shrug and he steps in front of me, handing me the joint.

He teaches me how to smoke it and then he lights it, my initial try leading me to cough. Harry smiles and then I try again, getting the hang of it. He takes it from my hand and smokes, my body taken in his arms.

"You alright?" he asks, my head nodding. He kisses me and I hold his waist, his hand holding my cheek.

"I really want you," I whisper, his lips continuing to kiss mine. It's a secret way to say I want to go further without him truly knowing my intentions. He's all I want.

"I want you too," he says, kissing my cheek. We share the joint, neither of us really getting high, but I feel a little buzz.

"Let's keep driving," he says, my head nodding. But I grab his hand first and he leans down, kissing me to my initiation. I wrap my arms around his neck and really kiss him, my body held in his arms.