Malignant [h.s]

Sixty Eight

Harry didn't want to get out of bed later that morning. He wanted to stay in it all day but he knew he had to leave for work. With whatever we 'work' consists of.

I spent the day cleaning- the place hasn't been cleaned in a couple days and it was starting to get very messy very quickly. I got all the laundry together, cleaned the kitchen and our bedrooms because they've been getting really cluttered.

I was still half asleep when Harry was getting ready for work. I remember laying with him but then I blinked and he was standing in front of me, fully clothed and kissing my forehead goodbye.

I crash on the couch after a long day of cleaning up this place. It looks nice and clean which is rewarding. As I lay back on the couch, shutting my eyes for a moment, I of course hear the front door open.

I turn my head and see Harry's tall frame walk in with mail in his left hand and a big rectangle flat box in the other. His eyes dart to me the second he sees me laying on the couch.

"Hey baby." He says with a smile while kicking off his boots at the door.

"Hi." I smile and lay my head back down on the armrest. I watch him walk over in front of me and sitting down on the coffee table, leaning his body forward on his spread knees. He drops the letters in the table by gods the package in his hand. He smiles and hands me the big white flat box- making his dimples pop.

"What's this?" I say in shock while slowly sitting up.

"A present." He mumbles while running his hair back.

"Harry you already got me presents on Christmas." I pout my lips at the kind gesture. He doesn't need to keep getting me things, he's already called bought me a who art table for crying out loud.

"It's small, stop worrying and open it." He encourages.

I huff and shake my head, pulling open the unwrapped white box. I take off the lid and see a black piece of fabric. I arch my brow at him and hold up the material with my thumb and index fingers, revealing it was a dress.

My jaw drops at the nice fabric and I switch my eyes to Harry, looking at the smug look on his face.

"Harry its really nice, thank you." I smile and look back at the nice short dress. It is pretty short, I'm surprised he got it for me considering he doesn't like me walking around in public with anything exposing past the knees.

"You can wear it tonight.. when we go to the club." He says the last part quietly. My eyes widen and I put the dress back down in the box. This is for the club? The last time I was at that place I was harassed by that drunk man and danced on a pole. A bit of nervousness sparks in my veins by his words that bring back so many unwanted memories.

"Oh Harr-" I start while tucking the hair behind my ear.

"I know I know," he starts while grabbing my knees in front of him.

"I understand that you're a little freaked out about everything that happened last time so if you really don't want to go then I'm not going to make you. But, I really want you to go tonight and this time I won't leave your side- you know I won't let anyone touch you." He explains while rubbing my knees with his fingertips.

I want to be there because he wants me to, and I know that when he says he'll protect me then I'll know he'll protect me. I like the fact he's not forcing me to go though- it just reminds me about how much he's changed since the beginning. He never used to give me the option if I wanted to go or not.

"No its fine- I'll go." I half smile and nod.

"Baby are you sure? You know if I thought you were going to be in danger with me then I wouldn't have you go." He says while analyzing my every facial expression.