Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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A/n- Above is a very rushed, not so good trailer for Hidden Secrets ^ The song is One You Love by Passenger ❤️

Bill was awake early one morning, Harley still wrapped in his arms. He hated the nights where she would wake up from nightmares and the nights where he had to wait for them to pass before he woke her up with some of the special tea Asa had given them.

Despite it being months ago, Xavier Hughes still affected Harley, which meant, he also still affected Bill. The nightmares were decreasing, much to both of their relief. It didn't stop Bill from worrying however, he would wait until she fell asleep until he would relax and fall asleep. He would wake up first making sure she could still sleep and have a good rest before getting up for work.

And he always wished it was him.

He wished that Xavier had been the one to try and sexually assault him and not Harley. He despised the man with a passion for what he did to Harley and if it could have been Bill in her place, he would have preferred that. Seeing Harley in a state every so often was hurting him so much! He wished he could turn back time and change what had happened.

He didn't know Harley was glad.

She hated what happened. Yet, she was glad it was her and they were able to stop him before he got any further or did it to anyone else. Harley was also glad it was her and not Bill. She wouldn't have wished it on her worst enemy, and certainly not Bill. It scared her thinking that it could have potentially happened to Bill, or gone further than it did with her. Of course, she wished it never had happened at all, but if it meant Bill wasn't hurt, that was all that mattered to her.

Harley didn't know that it still hurt Bill.

Bill rubbed her arms, pressing kisses to the top of her head. His eyes were closed, squeezed shut tightly. He wasn't sure as to why, all he knew was that somehow it reassure him that she was somewhat okay.

Harley stirred feeling the kisses on her head and Bill's hands on her arms. Her eyes fluttered open and she let out a sigh of content as she held onto her boyfriend. "You need to rest, Bill." She told him. "I know you aren't sleeping much. That's my fault, I know, but you still need to sleep. No more waiting for me to sleep first."

"I'm fine." Bill replied opening his eyes, a yawn escaping his lips.

Harley lifted her head up and waved an arm around her head. "Whoop, whoop! That's the sound of the bullshit police! You, sir, are being arrested for you complete and utter bullshit!"

Bill let out a shaky laugh, "I really do wonder if you aren't mad sometimes, love, but seriously, I'm fine. I promise you I'll sleep well tonight."

"Not good enough, Will, it's your day off whilst I go to work, please get some more sleep whilst I'm gone." She sat up, climbing out of the bed and moving towards her drawers picking out her clothes.

Bill smirked, "only if you give me a kiss."

Harley took her clothes in her arms and returned to Bill leaning down and kissing him, his hands on her waist travelling down until they landed on the clothes in her hands. Now, anyone else would be worried about morning breath but no, not them two. In fact, Bill was more focused on what he was grabbing. Pulling back, Bill smirked holding up Harley's bright red bra.

"Bill. Give." She demanded her hand out as his spun the strap on his finger.

"No." He replied, "I might just keep it."

"Bill, Merlin's beard, I need it to get changed into." She sighed rubbing her chin.

Bill sent her a puzzled look, and looked down at the bra. "I'm sure you can wear a different one. Not just this specific one."

"I could, but I want to wear that one."

"But what if I want to keep it?"

Harley rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist to try and get him to hand it to her, "and what are you going to do? Wear it? I think it's a bit big for your pancakes, hun."

Bill snickered, "I'm not going to wear it. I'm just going to keep it."

"Why?"

"Because I can."

Hearing enough Harley kissed Bill once more to shut him up. As soon as he got caught up and distracted by her display of affection she snatched the piece of underwear from him and rushed away into the bathroom.

"Hey! It's not nice to snatch, missus!" He called at her.

"Sue me!"

Bill fell back, his head bouncing on the pillow as heat rose to his cheeks. He didn't want to admit it but that was his favourite bra of hers. It sounded weird but it was. Not because it was lace and revealing or anything like that because it wasn't. It's wasn't revealing it all, just a plain red bra. It was because that was the underwear she wore when she showed him her scars and told him about her past. The secret she had kept from everyone for so many years.

A weird thing for him to remember, what she was wearing. But he couldn't help it. It was that day he truly knew she trusted him. She trusted him enough to reveal her deepest secret and be so open about it to him. To let him see her break down in front of her whilst every thing was out in the open, quite literally. All of her scars and the bruises, everything was there before him.

Now, a bra wasn't the only thing he remember from that day. Oh no. He remembered every word she had told him that day. Every last word.

"It's okay if you back out, love. Don't force yourself." Bill told her, as she stood in a towel wrapped around her underwear clad body.

"No." She shook her head, "I have to do this."

"I have to do this..."