Harry's POV:
All I could think about was my father's upcoming court date and I don't know why this was suddenly racing through my mind, but it was. I had denied myself of thinking about it for so long and only now did the thoughts that had been in the back of my mind come forcibly crushing to the front of my mind, making me face the cold hard truth- I was going to have to explain to a room full of strangers how my father has brutally beaten me for years, and whether he goes to jail or doesn't I'm going to be miserable.
She was in the master bath of our flat getting ready for bed as I laid in our bed letting my mind race. I wondered what she would say when she came to bed about when I met her parents only an hour ago. I thought her mother was very nice and her father... he just needs a little time to get to know me, but he was kind of nice too. She walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas looking as adorable as ever before crawling into the bed that we've been sharing for the past month or so.
"What's wrong?" I ask her as I take her small body into my arms to hold. She cuddles more into me, looking for comfort. "The dinner just went so bad. My parents were so mean to you and I'm just so sorry. You don't deserve that." She explains to me her eyes twinkling with sadness as she spoke. "That's sweet, but it's fine and the dinner was fine. I've been treated worst... that was nothing. I actually had a very good time, believe it or not." I reassured her honestly. "I know, but you didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve how you were treated at dinner." She told me.
"It's fine, there's nothing to worry about." I whisper to her before kissing her forehead, being careful with the left side of my mouth, so that my lip ring doesn't leave a mark on her forehead like the last few times. "I know. I just feel bad and I hope you didn't believe anything that my father had to say." She frowned at me with concern. "Of course not." I whisper before placing a kiss to her lips. "But, we better go to bed so that we can get up for school tomorrow." I suggest.
She starts leaving kisses on my lips and down my neck to my collarbones and chest. "Maybe I don't want to yet..." She smirks at me as she stares at me from under her lashes. I place my hands on her cheeks and pull her up more towards my face, stopping her actions. " I don't want to sound lame baby, but I don't think we should yet. I-I don't think I'm ready and I think we should take it slow a-and I don't have any... protection." I nervously express the way that I feel. She passionately kisses my lips.
"It's ok, it's fine. I understand, Harry." She says to me. I smile at her and cuddle her more before kissing her once more. We both fall into a deep sleep in each others arms.
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FanfictionHarry is a secretive man, always hiding behind his appearance and art work, but Harry is drowning and needs to be saved. Can she save him? More importantly, will he let her?
