Trigger Warning- lots of talk on self harm. Some blunt. Please don't read if it may trigger something.
Harley's POV
"You're sure no one will walk in?" He asked flirtatiously.
"Well the door locks and the only person who comes all the way up here is the house elf Rosa and she always knocks first." I answered.
"Good." He picked me up quickly spinning in circles while kissing me wherever he could. He fell on the bed making me fall on top of him. I tried to push myself up but I missed the bed and pressed against his left arm. He winced and pain and I immediately sat up off the bed.
"No." Is all that could escape my mouth. "No. No. No. It's to early. Fucking shit. I'm sorry." I started pacing around the room fidgeting at the necklace he bought me.
"Stop." He grabbed my arms. I looked up at him as a tear fell down my cheek. "There's nothing I can do to make this better. What do you want me to do?" My eyes continued to fill up with tears as I continued to push them away. This is harder on him and I'm the one crying.
"I don't know. What am I supposed to do when it's official that my boyfriend is a death..." he put his hand over my mouth.
"Don't."
"I'm sorry." He sat me down on the bed before sitting next to me. I was staring at the floor trying to wrap my brain around the situation. His hands were crossed in his lap. He would look at me then turn away waiting for me to say something. "Can I ask anything?" I asked setting my hand on his leg for comfort.
"Depends on what you ask." I debated on what to ask him but I couldn't figure it out yet.
"I'm gonna change." I stood up from my bed walking over to my dresser. "I still have a pair of your sweats if you want those."
"That works for me." He stood up as well walking behind me as I searched in the dresser. He snuck his hands around my waist setting his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize please."
"OK. I won't again. Is this going to change everything between us?" I turned around quickly trying to meet his eyes. I placed my hands on his cheeks.
"Of course not. I just need a little time." I honestly didn't know if this would change things or not. "Now let's get you out of that suit. Yeah?" His smirk appeared back on his face.
"No you get out of your dress first." He pulled the zipper down quickly making me catch it with my hands.
"That's not fair." He was laughing while grabbing one of the shirts he gave to me out of the top drawer and pulling it over my head.
"I think it is though." He smirked. I laughed while putting my arms through the sleeves and letting my dress fall to the floor. I picked it up off the floor and set it on my vanity chair. I jumped onto the bed watching him intently.
"Are you going to change?" I giggled
"Are you looking for a show?"
"Maybe." I laughed. He leaned onto the bed kissing me softly before sitting back up and putting the sweats on. He took off his jacket and started taking off his shirt. He hesitated and left it on while keeping half the buttons undone. "Can I see it?"
"You want to see it?" He seemed confused with me. Most people fear the look of the mark and here I am curious to see it on him. Although it is just a mark why should it matter. Even if it represents something so horrible. I nodded to him pretending my thoughts weren't racing.
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