Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 32

The sunlight peeking through the window woke me up. Harry's arms were wrapped around my middle, as they always were nowadays, and his deep breaths indicated that he was still sleeping. I closed my eyes for another moment, simply enjoying the warm rays on my skin. I missed the sun immensely. It was getting warmer and warmer every day as the summer was nearing.

After a while, I became restless and started moving. I wanted to take a shower and read a book in the windowsill that had become my favourite place during the past days. The days during which I took time to recover, mostly emotionally. It was hard and I still felt too much, but Harry made sure to keep an eye on me.

He didn't leave me alone for long, made sure I kept eating and showering and even convinced me to work out once. We didn't talk about what had happened at all. He never mentioned the fact that I tried to hurt him. Or that I almost died.

Harry's arms tightened around me mid-turn during my fidgeting, which made me flinch from shock. My body contracted; my knees shooting up.

"Fuck." He breathed out, voice painfully high. My body went rigid and we silently laid there for a minute or two. His hand went from my middle to his own lower body and a soft groan escaped his mouth.

"I'm sorry." I stuttered, feeling both ashamed and scared. I had hit him exactly in his sensitive spot. Harry took a while to respond, his hand slowly leaving his lower region.

"That is one way to wake me up..." He groaned softly, but a grin hung around his lips. A grin. I was confused, but wasn't given much time to overthink it when he pressed his lips to mine as he did most mornings when we woke up together. It wasn't sexual, just a quick peck, before he turned onto his back and cracked his spine. I winced.

After two more silent minutes of waking up, he rolled out of bed and his tall body disappeared into the bathroom. I watched the muscles of his back move while he walked.

"Get dressed in some summer clothes." Harry spoke when he came out of the bathroom dressed in only a white towel around his hips. I was dreaming away into my own world again, from which he pulled me away abruptly. My eyebrows frowned but I refrained myself from asking why; I never got an answer anyway.

He took my place on the bed when I stood up and grabbed his phone. I grabbed some clothes from the closet and tried to find a nice dress that wasn't too party-like. The dress ended up being one that came mid-thigh, was black with small flowers printed on it, and was designed as an A-line. In the bathroom, I quickly rinsed my body beneath the shower and brushed my short hair. Ever since I had cut it, it was getting a bit curly, making it look better the second day than it had when it was long.

We had a quick breakfast that was already prepared when we came downstairs and went into Harry's car right after. The digital clock on the dashboard signalled that it was almost noon already. Had we slept that long?

"Where are we going?" I asked Harry anyway, getting restless by the silence. The corner of his mouth tugged up into a grin, but he didn't answer, as always. I was hoping we would go to see Nova or Willow. I was in dire need for some female company. It could either be that or Harry was taking me to business again. That made my stomach churn.

Somehow, I felt like Harry had changed over time and that he wouldn't do stuff like that anymore. He still wasn't a nice man, but he didn't hurt me that much anymore and cared more and more about me. I felt like he wasn't just viewing me as his toy anymore. I shook my head to stop myself from thinking about my relationship with Harry again and opted for turning on the radio instead. Thinking about my situation or Harry was what made me feel bad.

The ride didn't take too long, but I had noticed we hadn't entered the city centre as we often did when we went out. Instead, we drove up to a suburb with large, stand alone houses. Harry pulled up in the driveway of a beautiful brick house. My eyebrows frowned in confusion. Where were we?