pure (h.s.)

twenty eight

I woke up in entangled in Harry's body. I liked the feeling of my body on his so much. I've grown used to it throughout the time we've been together.

It is now the second week of October and Harry and I have grown so close this past month. I'm feeling so much better after being sexually assaulted a month ago. It's all thanks to my friends and Harry. Without him, I probably would still be crying every night.

Overall, my life was getting so much better. I have three friends and a boyfriend to fall back onto if anything happened. I had a support system, which is something I never had before.

I went to school and I obviously missed Harry so much while I was there. Sometimes Harry would go work his shift at the tattoo parlor. Even though I had school and he had work, we still made so much time for each other. Neither of us had been in a real, steady relationship, but we are really good at it.

Harry pestered me about coming to Holmes Chapel with him this whole month and every time he asked I would say 'I'm still thinking.' I truly wanted to go, but I just didn't think I was ready yet.

Niall, Louis, and I have gotten really close also. They have become as good as friends to me as Madison is. We were the four musketeers. I never did anything with only one of them anymore. It was either all of us or none of us.

I still haven't gotten Louis to forgive Harry, but at least they can be in the same room as each other now. I hated how they didn't like each other. It made being friends with both of them so much harder.

The sun started to peek in from the windows and Harry's eyes flutter open.

"Good morning," I say.

"Good morning, my love," he says in his morning voice I like so much.

I tried to get out of Harry's grip, but his arms were too strong.

"Don't leave," Harry said sternly with his eyes still closed.

"I'm making those pancakes you like so much," I said persuasively.

"They can wait. I want you in my arms," he said.

He is perfect.

After a couple more minutes of laying with Harry, I slip out of his grip when he isn't paying attention. Harry's head leaves the pillow in search of me.

"Hey! Get back over here!" Harry playfully yells.

I run away from him, trying my best for him not to catch me. I am standing on one end of the couch, while he is on the other end. I try to run towards the kitchen, but Harry catches me and picks me up from the ground. His hands are on my waist, as he twirls me in the air. I giggle loudly when he throws me over his shoulder. I try to punch his back to signal to put me down, but he doesn't budge as he throws me onto the bed and puts both of us under the covers once more.

He looks at me in success.

"What do you want to do today?" he whispers.

"I don't know. Whatever you want."

"I have a few ideas," he said leaning in to kiss me.

Our kiss started out passionate, but then got rougher as we continued. With every kiss Harry and I shared, I still felt the butterflies and sparks every single time. One thing led to another and I was left in only my bra and underwear. Harry had only his boxers on. I kept kissing Harry until he came to an abrupt stop.

"What's wrong?" I said kind of freaking out that I might have done something wrong.

"Nothing, but we should stop," Harry said out of breath.

"It was something I did, right? I-I'm sorry. I've never done this before and I-"

"No, Caly, you are perfect. It's just that all of the people I've given myself too were just random hook ups. You are not just a hook up. I like you so much, and I want it to be special," Harry said.

I've said this so many times, but Harry is absolutely perfect.

"What did I do to deserve you?" I ask.

We both laughed in unison, until Harry's stomach growled.

"I'll make some food for us," I said.

"I already miss you," he said as I walked out of the door.

I looked in the pantry for pancake mix, but I didn't have any. I tried to find something else to eat, but I had absolutely nothing to eat.

I walk back in the bedroom and tell Harry that we didn't have anything to eat.

"We could go to my place and find something there? Or we could-"

"Yes, let's go to your place," I said.

I has never been to where Harry lives. He never brought it up. We always ended coming to my apartment, which I didn't mind but I kind of always wanted to know that part of Harry.

"Okay, but just warning you now it's gonna be messy," he laughed.

I smiled and changed my clothes to something presentable. I made sure Harry wasn't looking.

When Harry and I were both ready, we hopped in Harry's car and drove to his apartment. His hand made its way to my thigh. I had been accustom to his hand being there when we drove together. I liked the way it made me feel.

We drove around for a good fifteen minutes until Harry pulled into his apartment, or flat as he likes to call it. I think that's a British term. I'm gonna have to get used to all of these foreign terms.

He opened the car door for me, like he always does, and intertwined his hand with mine. He led me up the elevator into his room. He took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

He opened the door to reveal a messy apartment, just as Harry had said. It wreaked out alcohol and there was beer bottles all over the counter.

I look around some more and it is a very cute apartment, except for the alcohol.

"I try to clean it as much as I can. My room mate is kind of an-"

"Haz, you're back! Who's your friend?" a boy asked.

I immediately ran towards Harry. I gripped onto him as tightly as I could, tears streaming down my face.

Once I walked into that apartment, I didn't know what I would discover,

or who I would discover.

It was him,

and suddenly the feeling of safe went away.

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** ok ok ok i know this chapter was super dry but iT LEADS TO SOMETHING GOOOD. drama coming next !!!!!!

who do u think him is????????

vooooooote and comment my loves <3

-c