Completed Heart

Chapter 73: Worth It

Chapter 73: Worth It

I woke up slowly, feeling warm with someone’s arms wrapped around me. Harry had stayed overnight. I looked over to him; he was still asleep. He was only wearing boxers. I saw his clothing in a pile on the floor next to the bed. I was in his t-shirt and panties, but nothing else. Someone had changed me. I smiled to myself realizing this wasn’t the first time that Harry had done this.

He was starting to open his eyes, so I sat up and climbed on top of him. Straddling his chest, I looked down at him. He smiled up at me with a cheeky grin. I readjusted my body so that I could lean down and kiss him, but he winced under my weight.

“OH! Sorry!” I cried and like lightning I was off of him and back on my side of the bed. He sighed before turning to me.

“Susie Q., would you relax?” he asked, “please. For me?” I shook my head.

“No, I am not going to hurt you…” I told him, patting his cheek gently with my palm. He reached up and grabbed my hand.

“I am not hurting that much. It isn’t that bad.” He tried to convince me.

“I’m sorry, but it kills me to see you hurt. I’ll wait until you feel better to be rough.” I pulled my hand away from his and cupped his chin. I gave him a peck on the lips, but he took initiative. He grabbed my waist and pushed me on the bed. He climbed on top of me and straddled my waist. He leaned over me, wincing slightly. He brought his face close to mine and brought his arms up to both of my sides. I was trapped underneath him. I tried to squirm free, but he wasn’t having that.

“I’m running this show babe, don’t try anything funny.” He threatened me. I sighed.

“Harry, stop hurting yourself. This is just silly. We can wait to do things like this, please.” I said seriously, looking up at him.

“Susie Q., aren’t you hurting?” He asked me.

“What? No. Why would I be-” I started, but he interrupted.

“Isn’t your vagina sore?” He asked cheekily.

“Harry-”

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, but-”

“Exactly. You are hurting, and it is because of me. Still, you felt it was worth it, right?”

“If you are comparing sex to being beaten up by Liam, then-”

“I asked you a question.” He repeated.

“Fine, yes. I am sore, but it was worth it.” I admitted reluctantly.

“Exactly. Yes, it hurts when you climb in top of me. Yes, it hurts when I laugh, but I would still rather it be this way. If we hadn’t had sex, we wouldn’t have gotten caught. I would rather have gotten caught, be in this whole mess, be all black and blue than to never have had sex with you. Do you understand?” he spoke to me in a patronizing tone.

“Yes.” I sighed.

“Stop complaining.” He whispered as he leaned down to kiss me. Just as our lips brushed up against each other there was a sharp knock on the door. I froze under Harry’s touch. He felt this, and pulled away. Slowly, wincing, he climbed off of me and slid out of the bed.

“Susan, are you awake yet?” Liam called. I stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping. Harry chuckled, but quickly covered his mouth to hide the sound. I shot him a dirty look before turning to the door.

“Uh, yeah! I’m just dressing!” I yelled through the door.

“Er, right! Just come out when you’re done, yeah?”

“OK!” I heard Liam back away from the door and walk down the hall. I turned back to Harry, who already had his pants on and was halfway out my window.

“Harry! What about your shirt?” I asked, rushing up to the window. He peaked down at me and smirked.

“Someone else is wearing it,” I looked down; I was still in his t-shirt, “don’t sweat it, babe. You look better in it, you can keep it!” With that, he was gone. I slipped on some jeans and brushed out my hair. I quickly put on some foundation and mascara and looked in the mirror. Harry’s shirt was too big on me, but it looked nice. I slipped a bra under the shirt. I looked casual, but put together. I sighed before unlocking my door and walking out into the TV room.