BattleScars »H.S AU«

Chapter 17

The smell of bacon is probably one of the best things to wake up to. I sit up from the bed, hoping I look graceful but in reality I probably look like a zombie coming back from the dead. I clumsily fall off the bed before crawling to the doorway, finding the strength to stand up finally.

A wave of dizziness hits me I walk to the bathroom. I have to brush away this terrible morning breath. I grab a new unopened package of two toothbrushes. As I finish rinsing my mouth, a pair of strong hands wrapped around my waist. I wipe the excess water from my lips before turning around in Harry's arms.

"Hi," Harry says, his forehead leaning against mine as his breath hits my face.

"Hi," I repeat his very own words, giggling like a school girl with a crush, "your breath smells like bacon."

"It tastes like it too. Wanna see?" He said sarcastically, leaning his lips into mine anyway. He was right...his lips do taste like bacon. Talk about two of my favorite things; bacon and his lips.

This kiss lasted more than it should have as Harry started to pull our bodies closer and closer together; my back-well, butt- pinned against the sink. As things start to heat up even more, I stop. His lips move to that spot just under my ear. God it feels so good. It's like he knows everything about my body.

I know what he likes me to do. When I pull on his hair. He says that he could come just from that. He loves it when I trace his tattoos. He loves it when I straddle his lap. When I get nervous and squeeze his hand. He says it's adorable. Also when hug him from the back or the side.

I don't know how to pleasure him though. He's done so much for me but I haven't done anything for him. It's not like I haven't thought about it... I just don't know how.

He sits me on the sink, allowing me to wrap my legs around him better. I pull him closer to me. He places his pointer finger under my chin, bringing my lips up to meet his. "Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"Wha- why?"

"You're bleeding," I looked all around my body trying to find the red color of blood, "from your vagi-"

"Don't say that word, oh my gosh." He raised his hand I defense.

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We went to a store similar to Costco and Harry and I went in separate directions. He went towards real food as I turned towards the candy and junk food aisle. I have the weirdest cravings for Ben & Jerrys ice cream sprinkled with salt and pickles with peanut butter...I dont even like pickles.

I honestly feel bad for Harry. The wrath of my sarcasm during this time should come with a warning plus I have the mouth of a sailor. He has to see me go through binge eating and bige watching tear jerking movies like 'The Notebook.' He's going to see me eating like a pig and tears coming out of my mascara smudged eyes being angry because she finally freaking remembered him only to forget him again.

I get so hormonal. I'll be turned on then I'll be mad then happy again. I walked back to Harry, almost unable to see where I'm going with the food I'm holding. I found a chocolate bar the length of an average ruler and it was only one dollar each so I took a handful.

We checkout and start to walk outside When Harry suddenly stops, pulling us into the dog food and cat food aisle.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked a bit worried.

"They're here."