The Bad Boy

Chapter 81

Stephanie's P.O.V.

        I hear the front door slam, and then hear footsteps. I sit bolt upright on the couch and squint into the darkness. Next to me, Lilly and Ella sleep silently. Finally a familiar figure takes shape as it reaches the door of Harry's bedroom.

        Harry steps into the bedroom and slams that door closed too. Ella wakes with a start, crying out. I huff in frustration, grabbing her up and one of her cloth diapers which I put on my shoulder. She rests her head on my shoulder.

        "Ssh sh sh sh." I hush, bouncing her up and down on my hip. Finally she goes back to sleep and I lay her next to Lilly and pulling the covers up around her. Then I make my way to the bedroom where I can hear Harry fumbling around. I open and close the door quietly. He turns to face me when I enter the room.

        "HOLY SHIT!" I gasp. He has a black eye, a busted lip, and a few bruises forming on his arms. "Did you get into a fight?!?!?!?!?"

        "No Steph, I did not get in a fight." Harry huffs, undressing.

        "Yeah? Then explain the bruises and blood and busted lip and the rest of it?" I ask.

        "Louis got drunk and was dancing on he bar and he slipped and fell on me and I hit the floor." Harry says, looking in the mirror and running a hand through his hair.

        "Oh yeah, and while you were gone Robert Patinson proposed to me." i snort.

        "Fine Steph, don't believe me. I'm going to sleep." Harry says, crawling under the covers in nothing but his black boxers.

        "Whatever Harry." I huff, leaving the room. I crawl back under the covers with Ella and Lilly, and Ella scoots closer to me in her sleep, curling into my chest. She's so sweet when she's sleeping. Not so much when you wake her up....

I wake up at about three in the morning and I can't go back to sleep.

"NO!" I hear a shout from Harry's room. "Don't go!"

I wait until he shouts some more things before throwing back my covers and dashing into his room. Harry is thrashing around under his covers and sweating like crazy. I leap onto the bed and hurry over to him.

"Harry! HARRY!!" I shake him around until he wakes up, bolting up in the bed.

"Steph." Harry breathes out, his voice catching.

He reaches out and pulls me closer to him.

"Harry." I sigh, crawling into his lap reluctantly. "What's wrong?"

"It was...nothing. It was just...nothing." Harry says. "I promise Louis fell on me, ask him if you want to. Please believe me."

"I do. I do Harry." I wrap my arms around him, straddling his waist and burying my head in his neck. "I'm sorry for not believing you."

He doesn't say anything. just holds me tighter.

"What was your dream about?" I ask.

"Nothing." Harry says. "Can we just go to sleep?"

"Yeah." I sigh, pulling back a bit and pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. I kiss his forehead and then he leans back on his back. I stay on his chest, pecking his lips and kissing him again. I peck his lips once more and settle my head on his chest. I position my ear over his heart and let the rythm put me to sleep.