Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 30

"Harry, stay still!" I've been wiggling and hissing to scare her and make her think she's hurting me, and I can't stop laughing at how nervous she is. "Harry, please!" She shouts.

"Okay, okay. Sorry go ahead." I grab onto her hips and lift my chin as she applies another coat of shaving cream and she brings the razor to my face. I haven't shaved in about a week and a half and I'm pretty glad the hair is going to be gone. I know this isn't the right or logical way to make her happy or forget about things, but it's a good start. It'll take her mind off of things for a while.

With ease, she glides the razor over my cheek carefully, dipping it under the running water and repeats her actions. She so focused and cautious probably because she's afraid she'll cut me but I don't think she will. "Does it hurt?" Her eyes are still red from crying and for the first time in a while, I can't read them.

"No," I turn my cheek giving her more access. "You're doing a good job, you should do this for me all the time."

"If you want." Her tired shoulders lift into a shrug. I promise I'll make her happy. Once they're gone I'll make her happy again. I know I can do it, and I know I will. She's my wife, she comes before anyone.

"Tilt your head?" She quietly asks and I follow, "this," her finger tip traces the scar under my chin and her eyes narrow, "I don't remember this. I mean, it's barely noticeable but still."

"It's from a while back, it's nothing." When I visit Louis I'll be sure to thank him for it.

"Hmm, okay." She drops it and contiues on shaving. My plan after this is to go back home and grab all her things for her and get my keyboard and guitar so that I can keep her mind off of it all for a while. I'll probably ring Conor so that he can tell Harley to keep her company while he comes with me because I don't want to leave her alone and I don't want to risk getting her noticed.

This is all like a fucked up game of cat and mouse but I have a plan.

"I'm almost done," She stands on her toes to finish up. I look into her eyes and the hurt is still evident. Man, I really said some fucked up shit last night to her. I don't remmeber much at all to be quite honest, but I remember how scared she was when I was yelling. The way she looked at me when I was walking towards her is still so clear and despite her accepting my apology, I feel like my endless expressions of regret won't make her forget it. I don't know, I've been so fucked up lately and ever since Niall told me their plan I've become paranoid.

"Okay, I'm done." She quickly scans my face as she steps away, just in case she missed any hairs and tosses the razor in the sink. She leans to the side and turns the water off and dries her damp palms on her pants, "lemme see," She rubs circles with the tips of her fingers and sticks her bottom lip out impressed.

"Done?"

"Very smooth," She smiles and I laugh. Hopefully I can keep that smile on her face. "Take a look." I turn on my heel and look at my reflection and she did a pretty damn good job. Actually, it looks better than when I do it.

"Wow," I lean in rubbing my jaw and neck to feel the smoothness, "very nice, good job." I grab the still girls arm and pull her into me for a kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, complete opposite from mine but they feel so good. "I'm going to go get some things. On my way back I'll get some food."

"Where are you going?" Her little smile morphes into a frown and as much as I want to take her with me, I can't.

"My house. I'm going to get our clothes and some other shit." I rub her bare arms up and down. I want the piano and guitar to be a surprise.

"Can I come?"

"No," I shake my head and kiss her forehead. "But I'm going to call Conor and tell him to bring Harley over so she can stay with you."