TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 29

Too many people tossed him to the side in his life and I'm not going to be one of them. He lifted up our intertwined fingers and placed a kiss to my hand and then he licked it. "Ew, Harry." I giggled as I looked over to see him smiling the biggest smile as he chuckled. He looks so happy, and if you probably looked at me, I would probably look happy also. Then I was just sitting there, staring out the window and replaying his speech that was full of his confessions in my head and then I realized. "Harry?...I never got any letters..." 

Harry's P.O.V

I was unable to respond to her, mostly because I was full of shock and disappointment. Shocked because I don't understand how she couldn't have gotten at least one, but mostly disappointed because she will probably never get them, she will never read all my hidden thoughts, she will never know the truth behind how I felt over those agonizing months. There had to have been piles, stacks, handfuls. Each one holding a piece of my heart that I splattered onto fringed loose-leaf paper for her. Each one holding multiple feelings and memories that we had shared. Each one describing how much I loved her, showing her that I still cared as I sat in hell thinking that she didn't. My thoughts were pushed aside when she said "Babe, are you okay?" "Yeah...yeah, I'm fine, sorry. I guess they just got lost in the mail." I tried to believe, even though that's not possible.

Sarah's P.O.V

I studied his features as he continued driving. The only sound able to be heard was the windshield wipers wiping away the falling snowflakes. I loved how he continued to concentrate and be so careful even though I could tell he was freaking out on the inside. After watching him chew his gum aggressively for God knows how long, the car finally came to a stop. We exited the car and I stared at the apartment complex which looked as though it would crumble to the ground any second. "Babe, where are we?" I asked him as I continued to study the fragile building. "Home sweet home." he sighed. "This is where you've been living?" I asked, still not taking my eyes off it. "It's the only thing I can afford while trying to save my house from foreclosing at the same time." his head fell. "Come on, let's go inside. I don't want you to get sick." he said as he grabbed my hand in his again. I smiled at his caring gesture, but it soon faded when I seen the inside. "Wait right here. I'll be right back." he stated as he placed a kiss to my forehead. I stood and watched the dripping water, the flickering lights, the peeling walls, the crumbling ceiling, the boarded up windows, and all the other things that were starting to disgust me. Two strangers came into sight and inched closer to me. "What's a pretty little lady like you doing in this part of town?" one of them flashed me his set of black stained teeth. He spit a wad of tobacco onto the ground beside me and I know that the disgust was evident in my face. "Are ya lookin' to buy?" the other asked. "She doesn't want anything you're selling." Harry reappeared, placing his arm around my waist protectively. Harry shoved something into his inner coat pocket before they finally realized what was happening. "Shit man, she's with B5." the one trembled, before they quickly backed away. "Did they touch you or anything?" he asked me. I shook my head before he led me up a flight of iron, rusting stairs. What did he just put in his pocket? Where did he go? My curiosity nipped at me. I realized what they meant when we stopped in front of Harry's apartment which was labeled 'B5' Does he seriously already have a reputation here? I shook my head at the thought, slightly amused. We walked inside of what he now called home and it looked like hell compared to his old home. "I just wish I didn't lose everything." "Hey now, you didn't lose me." I said as I wrapped my arms around him. "And I hope I never do." he rested his head on mine. "I'm going to help you, You know that right?" I admitted. "I don't want you're help. I've put you through enough over the past couple of months." his shoulders fell. "Well too bad, because you should know by now that I love you and I will do whatever it takes to see your ass happy," I fought. "And if you think I will just let this slide and make you suffer then you're fucking insane." "I fucking love you." He shut me up by smashing his lips into mine. He pulled away and smiled while hanging up his jacket. I put my purse on the same hook before he grabbed me and picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist as we laughed against each other's lips. He placed me on the kitchen counter and stood between my legs as we continued to make out. "Fuck me." I hissed into his ear. "Are you sure?" he tried to catch his breath. I nodded as I sucked on his collarbone, causing him to moan. We stripped down quickly and he ripped open the square, silver packet with his teeth.He slipped it onto his hard, throbbing erection. "Are you sure you want to do this?" his voice with full of concern. I nodded as his tip rubbed against my entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded again as my arms remained wrapped around his shoulders. He slowly started to slide in and I winced in pain. I tried to hold back the tears, he stopped as he probably realized my grip on him tighten. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" he moved his head to look into my eyes. "I'm fine, just do it fast." I assured him. He sighed before quickly shoving it all the way in causing me to gasp in surprise, biting down on the skin of his shoulder skin. The pain was sharp but it faded as he continued to gently thrust in and out. He quickened his pace every once and awhile and slowed down every time I seemed to be getting close. The pain was now gone and he grabbed my thighs tighter as he pulled me closer to him. He rested his head in the crook of my neck as my head fell back. He started to thrust faster as I laced my fingers into his overgrown hair and lightly pulled which drove him crazy, sending him over the edge. He pulled me by my thigh and my back and pulled me as close to him as I could get. He noticed that I was getting close and his thrusts turned into him pounding into me,  the feeling was beyond what words could even describe. Before I knew it my body tightened and I clenched onto Harry's body as I felt all of his muscles tense. My core spazzed out as Harry continued to thrust into me, slower now. I felt him twitch inside of me, before he pounded into me one last time and the condom filled up with warmth inside of me. I fell back onto the cold counter, out of breath. He collapsed on top of me and rested his head on my bare chest as we tried to catch our breath. I ran my fingers through his damp, long hair and said "I never wanted that to end." I struggled to breathe. "Hands down the best sex I've ever hand, we need sex like this more often." He admitted. "You need to last that long more often." I laughed. He looked up, pretending to be offended before he shot up and threw me over his shoulder and ran over to what seemed to be a door that led to a balcony. "Take it back." he jokingly scoffed. "What are you gonna do about it?" I laughed. He grabbed the door handle and said "I will put you in the snow." I knew he wasn't lying. "We're naked." I stated. "Then take it back." he said, trying to keep a straight face. I stared at the muscles on his back as I laid there hanging from his shoulder. "I will pinch your adorable ass if you don't put me down." I tried to say in a serious tone. "That just gave you an extra minute in the cold." he teased. "My ass is not adorable, it's manly as fuck." he added. "I'll kiss your ass if you put me down." I laughed. He hesitated before saying "Deal. Now kiss my ass." He put me down and I pretended like I was going to kiss it, but I ran the other way. "Hey!" he yelled. I stopped and said "I'm just kidding, you're ass is so cute I actually want to kiss it." I was about to kiss his ass but instead I bit it. "Ooo kinky, I like it." he jumped, causing us to crack up. I walked over to the kitchen and slipped his t-shirt on. I walked over to my purse still laughing, so that I could check my phone, but as I grabbed my purse off the hook, Harry's jacket fell to the ground. I was still laughing along with him as he was putting a pair of sweatpants on. I noticed that the contents of his pocket had spilled. I bent down to pick it up and that's when my laughing stopped. My world paused as my vision set on the needles that sat there scattered across the floor. 

A/N: HARRY WHY?! What do you guys think of this? Does anyone have any thoughts on where all of the letters are? Is Harry okay? Comment, like, and follow and I'll love you forever, even though I already do.