Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 24

Harry follows me out the bathroom, his chest pressed against my back and arms around my stomach. It feels like he's glued to me and the attachment and kisses are making it all worse for me.

"What's wrong?" He whispers kissing the skin below my ear. His heavy arms crosses over my chest as we walk into the room and I halt, an overwhelming feeling of nerves and fear running inside me and I haven't even told him yet.

It was all I was thinking about. I couldn't shake it out of my head no matter how hard I moaned and screamed to mask the vision and thoughts; it scared me. He was so careful with me and obviously had intentions to make me forget about "Tammy" but the guilt of lying and the fear of Liam coming back made it hard for me to focus.

I hope he didn't notice.

"Alee," He can see my worried expression that I can't help but to show and he turns me around. The towel is wrapped securely around his waist as the clothes in my hands drops to the floor. He bends down and picks it up for me and I walk away from in front of him, rubbing the nerves off my forehead and creating a barrier.

It's only Harry, he'll understand.

"What's wrong?" He's now more worried than he was before and he hands me my clothes and I begin to pull my underwear up. I don't want to be naked while having the conversation, not that it would make a difference, but if he tries to go after him I won't have to waste time getting dressed.

I cross back into the bathroom and grab his clothes he failed to and walk back in. "Get dressed, please?"

"Alee," He's now impatient, "stop," He takes his clothes from my hands and throws it on the bed. He's anxious to hear what I have to say but the outcome is what's scaring me and it's all my fault. "I'm not going to ask again, what's wrong?" His tone isn't harsh but only calm and collected. He crosses his arms over his chest before me, waiting for me and I suddenly want to back out. I suddenly have the urge to lie to cover it up but I can't allow myself to remain a hypocrite and ruin what we've worked hard to fix.

"Tammy is fine." I finally tell him. His brows crease in confusion towards my dreaded confession.

"She's out the hospital then?" He walks to the bed and grabs his jeans and pulls it up his thighs then zips it, keeping his eyes on me the whole time making it even more hard for me to stay strong and confident.

"No, I mean I lied. She was never hurt." The words bring back so many horrible memories. "I lied," the simple two words I promised myself to never tell him and for him to never tell me.

"Okay?" He's trying to remain calm as he grabs his white shirt, "then what happened?"

I'm terrified now, not of him, but of what he'll say and do. I know he would never hurt me, not physically at least, but every time I tell him something similar to this, he goes "somewhere" and comes back covered in blood and bruises. Even if I did tell him when we were back at the mall, it wouldn't have made a difference of what he was going to do.

"Alee," His voice is dominant, "you better not say what I think you're going to say." His facial expression remains soft, still, but with a hint of anxious anticipation.

I remain silent as I dress myself and he stands still and watches me. He's growing impatient while I'm taking my time only because I want to say the right thing without making it worse.

"Enough," He growls and startles me when he jumps forward and snatches my shirt from my hand. "Who did it?" My purple shirt lands on the bed roughly, Harry's eyes boring and beaming into mine with no patients and with a demand to know why I'm so shook up.

I'm beginning to feel sick with apprehension and the bow in my stomach is tightening each time his eyes flicker with anger and I hate myself for lying. We remain still with our gazes on each other and mine begins to water; the silence doing no justice for the tension.