If you guys are wondering what just happened, lemme tell you I don't know myself. I really don't know. We kissed, we laughed, we are so fucked up. I make my bed (the couch) as Harry takes a shower. I search my bag for a first aid kit and hopefully I find one. It contains bandages - that would be a no he hates bandages, then crepe - doesn't have a twisted ankle, then antiseptic - yes, he needs it, pain relief spray - definitely, cotton - yes again.
I keep cotton, relief spray and antiseptic aside and wait for him to come out. It's been half an hour and he isn't out yet.
"Harry?" I knock on the door, "Did you fall asleep in there or what?"
"In a minute." he answers. A few seconds later he is out of the shower, dressed in all black pajamas and t shirt.
"Sit, lemme do your first aid."
"I don't need one." he looks away.
"Oh come on, I threw the bandages away." I tempt.
"I am not scared of bandages. That freaking Gemma. Never should tell her anything." he says under his breath.
"Okay, now stop being a child and come here." I instruct.
"I'll stop being a child when you stop being my mom." he grins and sits beside me, "You know you sound like a thousand year old woman sometimes?" he says as I dip the cotton in the antiseptic.
"And then go back to being a 5 year old?" I question.
"Exactly!" he laughs. Such a wonderful sound.
"Here," I hand him the spray, "Apply it." He takes it from my hand and takes off his shirt and I look away.
"What?" he asks.
"Uh-umm, n-nothing." I stutter.
"Did you just blush?" he chuckles.
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did, you are red as a rose!" he continues to laugh, "Ouch!" he says, "my stomach really hurts!" he squeezes his eyes shut.
"Oh, do you think we should go see a doctor?"
"No but do you have any pain killers?"
"Yeah, wait." I take out a pain killer and hand it to him.
"You take rest," I say and throw myself on the couch.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping." I mutter with close eyes.
"Okay," he says after a moment of silence.
"Ouch! Fuck!" I hear him say.
"What?" I sit up.
"Nothing. Sleep."
"Tell me!" I demand.
"Nothing." he says a little curtly this time.
"Why did you even come there? You did nothing but get beaten up by a bunch of high school boys. Doesn't that hurt your male ego?"
"It's better than see you get killed by them!" he says almost getting angry, "I mean for you that all was a joke. That guy had a knife April. How could you not be afraid?"
"I don't know. He was young. I pity him for being like this... " I shrug.
"You catholic or something?"
"I'm a human."
"Of course," he scoffs.
"Are you still mad at me?" I ask him after long moment of silence.
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Inescapable Love
Romance"Harry!" I gasp. Harry looks down at me furiously. "What the freaking hell are you trying to do?" he asks me in a rasping voice. "I-I" I try to say something but nothing came out of my mouth. "ANSWER ME!" he yelled. "My parents wanted me to do t...
