IMPERFECT // H.S.

chapter42

Bella's POV

My blood pumped harder through my veins as i stepped foot off the plane. Harry followed close behind, breathing in deeply as the outside air reached his senses. I showed him a nervous smile and he shot back a grin, taking my hand.

As i stepped into the London air, a smile crept to my face. I'd always dreamt of one day seeing and walking the streets of London.

"So, what do you think?" harry interrupted my thoughts gingerly with a smile.

"it's incredible," i simply stated in awe. He chuckled and abruptly stopped, grabbing my wrist and spinning me back around. My small hand rested on his broad chest. He gripped around my waist gently, pulling me closer. I leaned in resting my lips on his. He smiled against my kiss then slowly pulled away.

"I need to find a payphone or some shit to call aunt Dee," he laughed.

"...or some shit?" i teased. He laughed harder this time and simply pulled me on.

"My car's this way," he explained as we headed further into the parking lot.

Harry's POV

I packed away the luggage in the trunk and climbed into the driver seat. Bella was waiting with a smile. I had tried to stay positive but no matter how much i tried the thoughts of my mum,Bella,and everything else wrong with the world.

"Bella, I'm not ready to do this," i blurted out.

"What do you mean?" she questioned, tucking away an unruly curl on my head.

"Tuesday is going to be the hardest day of my life Bella," i explained, as the words left my lips her gentle smile became a frown. She drug her finger down my jaw line.

"Harry," she whispered carefully. "I know i can't make this any better for you, but i want you to know i'm going to be here every step of the way," she assured me. I reached across the console, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. I gripped her neck and pulled her in for a quick but slow kiss.

Bella's POV

"i'm such an ass," he breathed into my shoulder as he lied his head there.

"What?" i questioned in utter confusion.

"I'm sitting here acting like a little bitch while you were assaulted for fuck sake and you're so strong," he began to ramble on.

"Harry, your mother just passed away. The person who loved you most in this world besides me. It's not being a "little bitch" it's called grieving," i explained to him subtly. I hated to see him feel this way but he needed to know it was okay to feel the way he did.

"But-," he tried to speak but i kept going.

"Harry, when my little brother passed away it was one of the worst days of my life. I thought i would never recover from the way i was feeling, i thought i had no choice. I harmed myself so many times and i even tried to commit suicide once before as well. The point is, you have to feel sad in order to feel any better," i smiled softly, looking deeply into his evergreen eyes. He grabbed my hands and turned them over, kissing each wrist, of which held scar after scar.

I timidly shot him a smile as he threw the gear shift into reverse, pulling out of the parking space. My heart began to race again at the thought of what Harry's aunt would think of me. His grandmother even. Did he even have a grandmother. The thoughts kept flowing through my mind as Harry drove passed tall buildings. I tried to mute the voices in my head by turning up the radio. "Thinking out loud" by Ed Sheeran drifted through the speakers.

I glanced over at Harry, who had already been staring in my direction. I quickly looked away, then a large, warm hand covered mine. I snapped my head back to him as a smirk appeared on his soft, pink lips. We were quickly interrupted as the words left Harry's mouth.

"Shit, i missed my turn," he cursed, turning into a bare parking lot, turning the car around. I giggled profusely, holding my now sore stomach. The way he huffed and ruffled his hair in annoyance made me laugh harder.

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Minutes passed as we finally pulled into a small apartment complex, nearly empty. I hopped out of Harry's car and ran around the back to help with the bags.

Harry carries them up the stairs since the complex had no elevator. I stared at his large muscles as he lifted my suitcase above his head as he climbed the steep staircase.

As we reached the top Harry was nearly out of breathe and so was I. Harry had lived in the fifth floor, the very top. He pulled out the key and unlocked the large, wooden door.

Harry's apartment was small and cozy. I walked deeper inside searching for a light switch.

"It's next to the fridge," he called, shutting the door with his foot. I made my way over, flicking on the light. The room was illuminated and Harry's structures features came into view. Sweat rolled down his brow as he sat my bag down.

He lifted his black t shirt to wipe his face,revealing the two sparrows that i loves so much. Along with their close friend, the butterfly tattoo that lied on his chest. I smiled to myself, quickly snapping my head away as he released his shirt. I slowly looked back into his direction as he bit down on his lip to hide his smirk.

"hmm," he hummed, walking curiously up to me. "Someone's a little creeper," I hit my face behind my hands and i couldn't hold back the giggles that came. Before i realized i was being picked up and thrown over his broad shoulders.

"Harry! Stop it, put me down!" i yelled in protest as he carried me into the bedroom, slamming me into the bed, pinning me down.

"i'm tired now," he called out, lying on top of me.

"Harry!" i yelled, pushing his shoulders back. I felt a low rumble in his chest before he finally stood up.

"Go get ready for bed, i want you to lie with me," he explained. I gladly obliged for i had longed to feel his strong arms around me again.

(Hey loves!!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, i know there is not a lot of action lately but i have to have filler chapters!! love you all!! xx)