ON HOLD
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"What do you want to drink, angel?" He whispered in my ear as goosebumps rose all over my skin. I roll my eyes at him secretly adoring the nickname he's chosen for me.
"Haven't I told you, Harry, that's not my name?" He gives me a genuin...
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"Can I lay down with you Angel?"
I just wanted to comfort her, make her feel safe, and make her smile again. I missed her and the warmness her presence brought when I was next to her.
I wish I could make it all go away for her, make the pain stop. I could see in her eyes that she felt helpless but she held a strong front.
"I haven't let anyone in bed with me for two years..." her voice came out as a whisper almost like she didn't want me to know. "That's okay, whatever makes you feel comfortable. I can sit on Jo-" I don't get to finish before she cuts me off. "But I want to try, with you," she stares at her fingers fiddling with them in her lap.
I could feel a strange flutter in my stomach, something she hadn't done in such a long time, something that obviously was past trauma or that was difficult for her to handle she wanted to try. She wanted to try it with me.
I blushed at her response and slip off my shoes before I slowly slid under the covers with her. I laid down on my side with my cheek against the pillow as she followed my actions. We laid face to face in silence for a minute before she spoke.
"I'm sorry," I frowned at her, why is she sorry, we all go through shit it's not her fault. "Don't apologize, I'm just glad I'm here with you now," she smiled at me and scooted closer.
I could feel her breathe against my face, it made me nervous but safe all at the same time. "Do you want to talk about it? We can just lay here, whatever you need Angel," I tell her hoping to make her feel more comfortable.
"I'm scared you won't want to stay if I tell you what's wrong," she whispers breaking our eye contact. I wouldn't leave, I don't think I could, everything about her pulled me in from the moment we met.
"I'm not going to leave, I promise," I say and she sighs looking back up at me, "I'm scared about that too, I don't want to hurt you." I reach my hand up and slowly tuck her hair behind her ear. "Everything will be okay, you can tell me anything you want, I'm a big boy I can handle it," I let out a breathy laugh as she smiles.
She grabs my hand from her hair holding it in between us playing with my rings and takes a deep breath trying to prepare herself. "The reason I left so quickly from our date was because of my mum, she's always been such a horrible person to me and she said things to me that just made me feel like complete shit. I'm always a burden to her, I've never once done a thing to please her, and she hates me for it. She blamed me for my father leaving us, said it was because of my issues..."
She trailed off as she started tracing the tattoos on my wrist and up my arm. My stomach flutters at the fact that she said it was a date but turns at the same time from the mention of how horrible her mum is to her, why would anyone be so cruel to her?
