Abducted.

chapter 5: The shower

ALOT OF  marry. lol my ship name. lol it sucks

His smirk was going to be the end of me someday.  I felt so much anger rising in me it scared me. I stood up. My legs unbelievably sore but I didn't give a fuck I walked up to him and punched his stupid stomach as hard as I could.

"Fuck you!!" I yelled.

For once he looked like the wounded Harry I knew and almost instantly I felt guilty for punching him like that.

I was too nice.

"Yeah I guess I deserved that."

"Fuck stop acting like you care when really you don't give a fuck. About all the Years we had together. I was just your fucking toy wasn't I. You know what Harry I planned to lose my virginity to you cause I thought you fucking cared but I was dead wrong wasn't I. I'm just a girl you wanted not caring how I felt about all the shit you just put me through but Harry still after all the shit...... I still care for you and I wonder why I still deal with your Bullshit."

By the time I was done my tears were on full stream. I hated being weak.

"That's what you don't understand. Marie"

What?  What the hell is he talking about. I'm the one going through hell right now!

"I heard you're moving. To a whole different state. Marie! I can't fucking lose you. You kept me from killing myself so many times. I just wanted you to stay with me."

How did he know about that he was going to be the last person I told because I cared for him the most.

"Let's just take a shower."

I nodded to filled with shock not processing what he just said.

Now that my anger and adrenaline was gone my legs were unbearable. I collapsed on the carpet and Harry ran next to me.

"You okay?"

"Um yeah I just felt like falling."

He chuckled and picked me up bridal style. I covered my breast my insecurities taking place.

"Your boobs are perfect baby."

I didn't care what he said I still covered them. He kicked opened a nude colored door and there Was a bathroom. It was baby blue colored. It had a mirror and a bathtub and a fancy looking toilet with fake diamonds.

"So this is your bathroom. Don't punch the mirror or a alarm will go off. same with the toilet. Your not allowed to shower or shave without supervision. We don't want you killing yourself."

"Haha thank you." I replied

"You better keep that sarcasm on check Missy."

I giggled did he just call me Missy?

He threw me over his shoulder and started adjusting things.

He felt like a roller coaster. Up down side up side down.

"Weeeeeee"

He laughed at this

"I ain't that tall."

"Yes you are."

Why was I acting like a child?

He removed me and placed me on a cushioned chair in the shower. This eased the pain a little.

Why was he caring all of a sudden?

He got in and typed in code in the code thing and the water came gushing out. Ahhhh that felt good. My body was tight And hurting and the warm water helped relieve them a bit.

He got in with me and wet himself. His curls damp and his eyes torn. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and started to wash my hair. His fingers massaging my scalp. Then he grabbed the hose and washed the soap from my hair. The little suds floating in the water refusing to die yet. Then he grabbed a bar of green soap and applied some to a rag. He started washing my body. Being delicate to the places that were sore.

I didn't try flick him away. I was too tired. His hands gently grazed my bruised legs and I saw tears form in his eyes.

My heart started to hurt he's been through so much. I soothed his curls he leaned in and hugged me.

"I'm sorry." Those two words were making my heart confused and hurting.

Those words were filled with so much pain and regret. I had to forgive him.

I bet down to hug him ignoring my stomaches protests.

I looked down to his arms that were wrapped around me. I saw his scars and his newly made wounds. He didn't stop.

All I could do was hold him and that's what I did.