Bad Blood 2 (h.s.)

Part 115

Sexual Content

Part 115

Harry.

My feet nearly run out of the front door, Grant always fucking everything up. What an asshole. My hands run through my hair and I walk down the street, letting off the anger building in my body.

"Harry!" I turn and Beth runs towards me, her long brown locks flowing behind her. She nearly runs me over, my hands grabbing her upper arms and she pants, looking up at me.

"You cried because you thought you lost me?" she says, her blue eyes looking up at me. I try so hard to be strong around her and then Grant goes and fucks it up, saying I was a mess.

"I did more than cry. I lost everything that day. I was a mess; nothing could take away the pain. I missed you and I want you to remember me. I wake up every morning because I know you're here now. You weren't for three months and I never wanted to sleep because you weren't there. You were the only reason I got up in the morning. I've been through hell and you made my life better. You were, and still are, my everything."

She just stares up at me, a smile forming, but my head hangs. Damn-it, this is so painful. She can't remember me; nothing is coming back to her. I should just stop because this isn't helping her.

"Harry, I love you."

My head shoots up before I can even register what just came out of her pink lips. She looks nervous, afraid I'd be the one running away.

"Harry Edward Styles from England, the man who is trying to help me remember, the one who has made love to me, and the man who has told me everything about himself; I am in love with you."

Holy shit, this was unexpected. I am beyond happy and my lips place on hers, cupping her cheeks. She has literally made my whole day. Scratch that, made my whole fucking life just because she said it again. I tell her I love her too and spin her around, wrapping my arms around her.

"Say it again," I say, her soft voice telling me her love for me.

"Again." She laughs but says it again. "I love you too," I tell her, my smile not wiping off my lips. I grab her hand and we begin walking towards the house again, keeping her close to me.

"Do we act like nothing happened or just leave?" I ask her, her shoulders shrugging.

"Your call," she whispers, smiling up at me. I kiss her temple and walk up the sidewalk, her hand grabbing my arm. I turn to look at her and fear flashes in my eyes. She falls down onto the concrete and I yell, grabbing the back of her head.

"Beth, look at me!" I say, her eyes squeezing closed and she screams, my heart dropping. My father runs out, followed by Anna-Marie.

"Beth, you have to look at me!" I try, my father yelling at me to do something but I'm more scared she'll slip into a coma.

Her tears fall from her eyes, the blue orbs remaining hidden. "Lift her head! Get some ice!" my father directs towards Anna-Marie and I. My hands lift her head and I place it on my lap gently, covering her ears with my hands. She's shaking; a scream leaving her lips and her legs kicking. Anna-Marie returns with the ice and places it on her forehead, my lips whispering in Beth's ear to calm down. I softly coo in her ear and fucking Grant walks out.

"What the hell is going on?" he asks, Beth's hands fisting up.

"She's remembering something but I've never seen it this bad before. She's passed out but never screamed," I tell him, pressing my hands onto her ears simply to mask any bad memories with screaming or swearing.