bridges [h.s.]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕟

I've been suffering and making friends with all my sins
I need saving, I need saving, you won't save me ever again

***

Bella.

I'm gasping for breath as his lips attack my neck, leaving dark, purple marks all over.

Normally, I would hate being marked, but when he's doing it, I don't care anymore.

My mind is floating as his hands grope any place they can grab, the feeling of his rough fingers dance down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their path.

He presses us closer together and reattaches his lips to mine. His tongue wastes no time slipping into my mouth.

His hands were rested on my thighs, but slowly travel up higher to my hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.

I let out a light moan at his touch, his tongue sticks out and sucks on a spot right behind my ear. My hands grab his hair and tug making him let out a moan.

He steps away from me and I groan at the loss of touch, and move my hips on top of the counter I'm on to relieve some tension

I look deep into his deep, green eyes as he slowly drops to his knees.

I shoot awake and take account of my surroundings. I'm still on the plane, I seem to be alone. I have no clue where anyone else is. Thank God.

Why did I have a dream like that?

Harry kidnapped me. My entire life is ruined because of him and now I'm having wet dreams about him? Great.

Where is everyone?

As if on cue, I hear muffled arguing coming from the front of the plane. Naturally, I get up and follow the voices.

"-and the drop ship will be there at 7pm," a female voice speaks.

I lean in closer to listen better, shielding my body with the curtain.

"Got it," I hear Harry say with no emotion at all. His voice is cold, it reminds me of the first night I met him.

"Now Harry," the same women begins again, "We must talk about more pressing matters."

Harry stays silent.

"No one believes that you're recruiting that girl," She states, confidently.

"Is that so?" Harry challenges.

"I-It's causing some trouble, with our a-allies," She stutters out.

"She's not wrong Haz, people are questioning you, and your enemies are going to use her," I hear Louis finally speak.

Use me? For what?

I listen and hear Harry take a loud breath, "Well that just won't do will it," Harry says menacingly, "Since she is a recruit, you have to help her, protect her, she's one of you."

The lady from before scoffs, "She is not one of us," Harry doesn't reply, "If she was, why is she in there, sleeping, and not out here helping us? Any other recruit would."

My eyes widen, she's not really wrong now is she?

Harry has been keeping me protected and hidden, for a month now. I've only had hand-to-hand combat training. I've no idea what this gang thing even is, or what they do. Harry hasn't told me anything.

My nose brushes against the curtain, tickling it. I feel a big sneeze start to build up.

I don't know if it's just me, but I can't walk around when I need to sneeze.