Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Eighty-Eight

(The beginning of this chapter is the last chapter in Harry's point of view so I hope you like it! <3 Please read the A/N at the end!)

Part Eighty-Eight

Harry.

"Harry, can you give me a piggyback ride?" she asks, my head nodding and crouching down. Her tiny legs wrap around my torso and she wraps her arms around my neck. She's wearing the short jean shorts that I find insanely attractive on her and my plaid shirt from earlier.

Beth did everything in her power to protect me, keep me safe. And while I lay in her arms as she explained to the judge her knowing of the situation, I saw that I love her and want to spend the rest of my life. I've decided to ask her to marry me and I will never take it back.

She kisses the back of my neck and whispers she loves me, my lips smiling and repeating the words. I put her down once we reach the playground, both of grabbing swings and talking. We swing for a while but I get off, pushing her swing and making her go really high. She laughs and tells me to stop, my hands grabbing the chains and raising her in the air. She lightly yells, a loose laugh following once I finish.

"Guess what Beth?" I ask, continuing to push her.

"What Harry?" she asks, just as happy as me. My feet move to be in front of her, her knees moving under her and I grab the chains near her waist, her eyes looking up at me.

"My cast comes off this Friday," I smile, kissing her forehead. "And my sister's graduation is Saturday. Will you please come with me?" I ask, her head nodding.

She begins talking about my father, who will be flying in from England for her graduation. Gemma and I have decided to try a relationship with him, but one wrong move, I'm done with him and moving my mother out here. I've talked with my mum and she's in love with our old neighbor Robin. They apparently had a fling before she came over here to the hospital, but they rekindled and are happy. I'm happy for her.

Beth smiles and tells me she wants to meet my father, my heart dropping and becoming angry. If my father does something similar to what Michael did, I will never forgive myself. I feel a hand on my cheek and I look down at her, her lips smiling.

"Only if you're there so you can keep me safe."

I smile and agree, lifting her off the swing and leading her to the playground. We move to the top and sit in this little house, my hand grabbing hers and her hand setting it in her lap.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to just...die?" I blurt, the question just coming to my mind. I don't think she was prepared for my question, her eyes looking up at me curiously but I keep my gaze out on the trees. Or a tree in particular. The tree I gave up on everything with her, taking her dream and crushing it in my hand. I regret it and I want her to want me that way again.

"I don't want to die. There's too many people who have died that I never want to see. So if I were to go to heaven or someplace like that, it wouldn't be beneficial to see them again," I explain, not wanting to give away my thoughts. How am I supposed to surprise her and give her a proposal? I don't even have a fucking ring, so how the hell am I supposed to make this so she'll want me?

"I think heaven would be a place where you reach perfection. No one's perfect so when you die, it should be effortless and painless. I think the pain you would feel is forgetting."

Forgetting? Why would I forget about her? I couldn't; she's my life. I pull her closer to me, letting go of her hand and wrapping my arm around her.

"The forgetting?" I ask, unsure if she thinks I could actually forget about her if she were to leave. I would die if she left so there is absolutely no way I could forget her.