Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventy-Eight

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Part Seventy-Eight

My body leans against the doorway as I watch Harry take his medicine, his hand leading the glass to his lips to swallow the water and pill. We watched movies the rest of the night and now it's almost midnight, Harry having to take his dose of medication.

"I hate this," he mumbles, tossing the glass back onto the counter. He walks over to me and I reach out, his hand grabbing mine.

"You are just getting better," I say, his lips kissing the top of my head. He smiles down at me and I kiss his shoulder, moving my hand out of his and around his waist. He's so gentle with me, so patient right now; I'm glad he is getting better. The medication is calming down, Harry getting used to it, but he's still has moments of anger.

"Let's watch another movie," I whisper, his head nodding. My feet move to the bed, jumping on and waiting for Harry. He climbs on and crawls on top of me, a laugh escaping my lips when he starts to kiss my face.

"What movie should we watch?" he asks, my body getting off the bed and look at the movies. I pull out some horror movie, just because I want Harry to cuddle with me.

"This is new," he says, the movie starting and my body curling into his.

"I wanted to cuddle with you," I smile up at him, his lips kissing my temple. The movie is called Sinister, and by the looks of it, it's freaky.

Harry pulls me onto his lap and his arms wrap around me, my head resting in his neck to hide. He is completely fine with the demon children, but I am freaking out. My eyes shut and I slide off his lap, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"It's not real, baby," he whispers, my eyes looking up at him. He's watching me, soft eyes looking over my face. I smile and look back up at the TV, Harry's arm wrapping around me. By the time the movie is over, my head is buried in Harry's chest, his arms wrapped around me as I shake in fear.

"I am never having kids," I tell him, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

"You and I both know you want kids," he whispers, cupping my forehead and the back of my head, kissing the top of my head. I shake my head and place my hands on his ribs, so at home in this position. His bare stomach moves against mine, relaxed in his hands.

"You don't want any with me," I breathe, closing my eyes and listening to his heartbeat.

He stays silent and I take a deep breath, already coming to terms with my future with him. Childless and with no marriage. All I need is him but my perfectly planned future is ruined.

"I told you when we lost Angelee that I changed my mind. I just would be shit at being a father," he explains, his words practically screaming 'I don't want kids because I'm afraid I'll lash out on them'.

"You're afraid of being a father because you are afraid you'll hurt them," I whisper, my fingers rubbing his sides. His lips kiss my forehead and I look up at him, his eyes looking down at me in sadness. I know I'm right; his eyes closing and head falling back onto the pillows.

"My life is fucked up and if I have kids, I don't want them to look at me and be afraid, thinking I'm weird. They will think I'm different from other kid's parents and I don't want them to do that. My kids would see me as mental and I don't want to face it," he reveals, my body shifting up on his.

"Harry there isn't anything to be afraid of," I whisper, kissing his cheek. His eyes open, his green eyes softly looking at me. My lips kiss his cheek and he turns his head to face me. He grabs my left hand, my hand wrapping around his cast and looking up at him.