Bad Blood 2 (h.s.)

Part 110

Part 110

My shaking has gone down, the warm body lying with me calming me into a state of care. His chest presses to my back, his soft snores echoing into the morning. I didn't sleep; Harry did with no problem. The only thing on my mind is his emotion for me. A mind boggling thought really, of how a man of his size and build would love a small little thing like me. He's fit and beautiful and I'm short and disgustingly thin. I'm bony and weird looking.

One of Harry's arms is wrapped tightly around my chest, the other around my waist. His head lies on top of mine, his soft breaths whispering into my ear. My hands come up and I grab his forearm, holding him close to me. His leg remains wrapped on top of mine, his form lying on top of me in a protective manner.

A few minutes pass before Harry's alarm goes off, his throat releasing a groan. He unwraps his arms from around me and kisses the side of my head, then turns off his alarm.

"Harry?" I whisper, his body turning to me.

"How are you Beth?" he asks, crawling back into bed with me.

"Don't leave me," I whisper. He has to leave in a half hour for an away game in Olympia. I don't want him to go, especially with that Jake guy around.

"Then come with me. You don't need to be alone in this," he says, kissing my forehead. He helps me sit up and he lifts me onto his lap, my head leaning into his neck.

"What time would you be back?" I ask, his hand caressing my cheek.

"Not until almost midnight."

His arms hold me to his body, not shying away from giving me comfort. Harry holds a certain protective nature over me in these types of situations.

"I need to think about things," I tell him, his head nodding. He lifts me off him and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head.

"You can stay here. I don't know how safe your dorm is," he says, pulling his warm-up over his head.

I stay quiet and he goes into his bathroom, finishing changing. His clothes stay on my body and I rest my head against the headboard of his bed, closing my eyes as my head still aches with the amount of realization I endured last night.

"Beth, what's wrong?" Harry says, a tear escaping my eye.

"How can you possibly love me?" I cry, his hands pressing to my cheeks and wiping my tears.

"I'm so broken but you love me," my lips choke, his hands letting go of me and pulling me onto his arms once again. My arms wrap around his neck and my legs cling around his torso. He sighs in my ear and kisses my neck, holding me tightly as I cry into his neck.

"How can I not love you?" My body just clings onto him, never having to deal with this before. I don't have family, maybe my grandma is still alive, but I don't have a relationship with her. We've talked a few times but I don't really know her. Love just doesn't seem to exist in my life anymore but he wants to actually love me.

"I've loved you since the day I laid eyes on you," he whispers, tightly holding my newly shaking body.

My eyes close and he continues to hold me, my body clinging onto him. "You hated me but that only pulled me in more. We fought because you were so headstrong and then we kissed. We fell in love and I swore to you I'd never leave you. I still won't because I never break my promises."

My hands move to his cheeks and I press my lips on his, using all my feelings to pour out into the gesture. His hands grab my waist and I move my lips with his, his tongue sliding into my lips. My mind is spinning and I can't even think straight anymore. I need time to think but I still have to go to the wedding this weekend. A day to myself will be fine.