𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

f i v e

"Wake up, sweet girl," was the first thing she heard every morning for the last few weeks as her head laid on his inked chest and her legs were tangled in with his and she loved it.

She loved the feeling of him on her and the kisses and what she felt inside with her heart beating faster.

she loved waking up next to him.

What she loved the most was when her eyes slowly fluttered open and she stayed in her position, Harry only knowing she was awake when she gave a quick peck to his chest and drew swirls on them before lifting her head. And she loved this because it was routine that actually made her smile, a routine that made her heart warm as she saw his tired eyes and wide smile.

"Good morning," he said tiredly before pecking her lips. "How'd you sleep?" he asked her and the answer was always good but in the middle of the night he would usually startle awake at the way her voice shook in fear as she whimpered multiple words.

So he held her tighter and whispered sweet nothings in her ear hoping that his voice would soothe her, and it somehow did but it did tend to happen often.

But every morning when he would ask the same question she would respond with the same answer and he just wanted her to trust him.

That was hard for her to do.

She did trust him but there were still things she didn't want him knowing even if he kind of already know.

But then one day; this day, after her usual response his tired smile turned into a frown as his hand rubbed up and down her arm that had purple and yellow bruises splattered on them.

and she knew he knew.

"When are you going to tell me the truth?" He asked her. And she tried to play it off, like his eyes weren't begging to hear the truth or that his arms didn't feel the bruises and that his frown wasn't there.

"Um," she started as she fumbled with her fingers. She didn't want to lie- she never wanted to but she just wanted to hold onto him just a bit longer and enjoy the warmth he spread to her.

She wanted all that without the pity.

she never wanted that.

"You can tell me anything, Nita," he told her with a small smile, needing for her to know that she can trust him.

She sighed. She knew he wasn't going to give up on the topic so before she got out of bed she kissed his cheek and made her way to the washroom as she bit her lips, specks of blood coming out.

It wasn't really the same afterwards. He wouldn't turn his back during class to look at her, mouthing that she was pretty and so she couldn't mouth to him to pay attention.

And she didn't want to lose him but she was afraid she already was as he didn't hold her hand and he didn't kiss her lips.

He wanted her to want him.

And she really wanted him.

Especially when he would stay on his side of the bed and she would stay on hers and she would wonder if he would hold her like he always did.

He didn't.

And it went on like this.

for days and days and days.

But it was all part of his plan.

sick and twisted.

For her to want him so bad that she felt as if she couldn't breathe without him- couldn't do anything without him.