Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventy-Seven

Part Seventy-Seven

"No Beth!" Harry says, moving my hand from his arm. He cut his hand on a piece of glass in the trash while taking it out, his sudden anger triggering me to stop.

"Shh, it's just a cut Harry," I whisper, his breathing heavy as I grab the trash bag from his hands. My arms wrap around his body and pull him down to the floor, holding him in my arms. His body lies between my legs, his breathing slowing down. His head rests on my shoulder and my arms are around his chest, just to show him he's breathing. His anger gets to a point where he panics, so I do this so he calms down.

"It's okay," I whisper, pushing back his curls and kissing his forehead. His hand wraps around my arm and presses my hand on his heart.

"Thank you," he whispers, my hand running through his hair.

"It's alright. You're safe with me," I whisper, his head resting on my shoulder. His body completely relaxes in my arms, my lips spreading kisses to his cheek and forehead.

"I love you so much Harry," I tell him, his eyelashes fluttering to look up at me. My hand moves off his chest and I caress his cheek.

"I love you too," he says, my lips kissing his and looking into his eyes.

"Did you take your medication this morning?" I ask, his head nodding and his lips press to mine again.

"I'm sorry," he breathes, my head shaking.

"No, you're fine. I just needed to make sure."

He nods and I unwrap my arms, his body sitting up and standing. His hands grab mine and he pulls me up, my hands staying in his.

"I'll take the trash out, you clean up your hand."

He nods and I kiss him, letting go of his hands and grabbing the trash. We part and I walk down the hall and outside, putting the trash into the dumpster. Walking back to the apartment, I open the door and Harry's footsteps are heard from the other room. He smiles when he sees me in the doorway and he runs to me.

"Harry," I laugh, his arms wrapping around me and spinning me around. His emotions are so out of whack. He sets me down and I smile up at him, his hands grabbing my waist.

"Are you feeling good?" I ask, his lips smiling. He lifts me up and spins me again, holding my waist tightly in his grip.

"I'm feeling fantastic," he cheers.

"Well, that's good," I tell him, kissing his cheek.

"I have to get going. Gabby will be waiting for me," I whisper, kissing him quickly.

"Okay, but come home. I'm going to the new gym so I won't be home for a few hours."

I nod and he kisses me once more before I grab my phone and bag. I wave to Harry and walk out the door, down the street to the small restaurant where I was meeting Gabby.

"Beth," she smiles, walking up to me when I enter the restaurant. I hug her and we walk to our table, sitting down and beginning a conversation. We talk about her new job as a nurse's assistant and she brought up Harry. We eat lunch and we talk as we eat, glad to be together for the first time in a while.

"I went on a date a couple days ago," she smiles, my lips curving.

"Aw, what's his name?"

She sighs, still in a trance I'm sure.

"Zayn."

My eyes widen. Surely it can't be him. Not the same one that nearly killed me and abused me.