Speechless Turns /H.S./

3. Willow tree

We spent the rest of the day just laying around on the sofa. Harry played few songs on his guitar. I wanted to ask him to play some of my favorite songs, but yet again- I'm not going to make myself to look like a crazy fan girl. Tho, deeply down inside- I still was. The only difference now - I had stolen his kiss. I had stolen Harry's kiss. Unbelievable. We were cuddling up until the night fell on the tree tops, making forest look a bit scary and unrecognizable again.

-"Let me take a look at your leg"- Harry sat up and started to pull off the blankets in which we were cuddled up into. I shivered when his arm touched the bandages. Harry looked back at me.

-"Don't worry, I will be gentle."- he assured.

-"Well, yeah, last two times when you cleaned it up and changed the bandages, I was kinda... unconscious."- I smiled weakly.

Harry's arms moved slowly around my injured leg. He gently pulled off the white strip of gauze. I squeezed my eyes closed, as he unwrapped my leg completely. There was something about me and my relationship with blood- I could not handle it. Even if it is my own injury. I felt a slight burn as he proceeded to clean the bruise with some kind of a solution. I fisted the back of the sofa as the burn became more and more intense. With my eyes still closed, I tried as hard as I could not to make any strange noises, biting down on my lip. It burned as hell.

-"It looks a lot better as it did last time."- Harry's voice interrupted my intense lip-biting- "Are you ok? "- next raspy phrase filled up the room. Harry must have noticed my tension.

-"Yeah, I'm fine" - I almost squealed, still holding onto the side of the sofa -"Where did you learned all of this?"- I finally braved- up to open my eyes. Harry stood up and headed towards the cupboard drawers, picking up some fresh bandages.

-"My mum. She's a nurse. I've basically grew up in hospital rooms." - he sat back next to me on the sofa and gently ran fingers over my scarred leg. His touch was magical. I felt how shivers went down my spine. I felt a big urge to respond to his touch. But I remained still and watched how he wrapped the snow-white gauze around my leg -"Harry?"- I interrupted his work. He was so gentle and careful.

-"Yes?"- he looked up on me with his famously green eyes, still holding down the strip of the bandage.

-"Thank you." - I whispered. His dimply smile lighted up the air between us.

-"This will sound so cheesy, but I should be the thankful one." - he admitted. My eyes widened in surprise. -" Thank you for trusting me." - he quietly said and leaned over me. He placed small kiss on my cheek and ran fingers through my messy hair. - "Just promise me not to disappear."

I swear I could hear a note of sadness in his voice. Until now he seemed to be so happy, so successful - I've never even thought that there could be a smallest hint of sadness or emptiness-but there was. Even his green eyes suddenly reflected shades of some kind of a regret. That was the strangest thing I have ever seen.

-"I'm not that bad at disappearing, you know?"- I added -"You should be aware of that."

That much was true. I was running away from people, from complicated minds, sometimes even from myself. I loved to hide myself away, being in my own world, getting lost in my own mind. At least it all was mine-nobody else had a control over it. With Harry, I have already started to lose my composure, he was slowly taking over my mind and all of my inner senses. The scariest part was that I let him do that, not even trying to run away. I felt this thrill inside of me, facing the world, that was completely unknown to my confused mind.

-"You want to disappear?"- Harry silently asked.

-" I don't want to disappear alone."

He looked confused. It seemed as he was trying to figure out a way how to tell something important.