Always(Trilogy)

Chapter 15

Song for this chapter: 

Human~ Christina Perrie(There's a link to it above if you're reading on mobile, and it's on the side if you're reading on a laptop or computer!) This song goes perfectly with this chapter, I think so please have a listen as you're reading this chapter:) Ilyg

I strip off my towel, carelessly dropping it to the floor before stepping into the still steaming hot, sweet smelling water. As I lower myself down, I let out a sigh of contentment and close my eyes, letting the smell of jasmine and the sound of Ed Sheeran's soft voice soothe me.

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When I step out of the tub, I find a note on top of a change of clothes and undergarments, obviously all from Harry. It's not so much of a note as it is a letter, considering it's sealed tightly in a white envelope, the word 'Allison' carefully scrawled onto the front. My hands pick it up, fingers literally itching to rip open the envelope and delve into whatever is inside, but I refrain.

The delicious smell of Italian food greets me as soon as I step into my room and my mouth waters with hunger. I wonder if it's Harry who's cooking so late at night? I look back down at the envelop, deciding that I'll read it once I get back upstairs. With a ravenous appetite, and increased curiosity, I quietly make my way down the hall, past all of the room where my so called 'friends and family' are sleeping, and down the stairs successfully. Unfortunately, as soon as I step into the kitchen, I stub my toe on the corner of the wall.

"Shit." I quietly curse, Harry's tall figure soon coming into my view. His face is a look of concern, curly brown ringlets pushed back by a white headband. His hair has gotten longer, I observe. 

"You okay? What happened?" he rushes over to me as I hop up and down on one foot, trying desperately to keep my balance. Balance, however, was never one of my strongest points, hence why I wasn't very successful during my glorious ballet days. I fall into Harry's arms, our faces dangerously close. His green eyes show first concern and then humour as he scoops me up before setting me down on the kitchen counter. He stands in between my legs, smirking before looking down at my toe. I hiss quietly as he lifts up my foot, examining the damage. 

"Is it bad?" I ask and he smiles up at me, shaking his head.

"I believe you'll live." he chuckles, resulting in my lips pulling up into a slight smile. I'm still not used to showing emotion around him, or being comfortable around him at all, really. I mean, we've only just begun to settle our differences, and we're both very awkward. Like two virgins on their wedding night, we don't know what we're doing, or what we're supposed to do at this point. Where does it go from here?

"But, you'd better ice it." he says, leaving the comfortable spot between my dangling legs and over to the fridge. He gets a washcloth, placing a few pieces of ice in it before carefully placing it on my pinkie toe. I let out a sigh, the coldness feeling like heaven on my throbbing toe. For a few moments, we just stare at each other. I take in the way his hair flips and curls at  the ends, signalling he hasn't had it cut in a few months. He's wearing a white t-shirt that's rolled up on the sleeves, making all of his tattoos visible. He's had a few more additions since we split. His once boyish face now shows signs of age and worry, bags underneath his eyes and crinkles in between his furrowed brows.

"I've made you some food." he whispers. "I figured you'd be hungry." he says and I shake my head, dropping my gaze to the floor.

"I-I'm not hungry." I stutter and I flinch as the makeshift ice pack falls to the ground, Harry coming to stand closer to me, hands gripping my thighs as he slides me closer to the edge, our bodies pressed closely together. I clamp my eyes shut as I feel his face move closer to mine, so close that I can feel his breathe on face. Mine are ragged and shallow with fear, his slow and hallow with rage.