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Once I had wrapped the towel around myself, I clicked open the lock, and darted from the bathroom to my spare room. Passing Harry’s on the way, I noticed it was closed, so I rejoiced knowing he wouldn’t see me lock myself in the spare room. Gently shutting the door, I twisted the lock before dropping the towel to the ground, and leaning down to grab an oversized sweater from the bottom draw.

“You should really be more careful on who you hit in the balls, sometimes they may be right behind you….waiting. With a perfect view, must I add.” Harry’s raspy voice spoke from behind me, and I screeched whipping around to see him lying on the bed, with his hands tucked underneath his neck.

“GET OUT!” I shouted, grabbing the sweater I dropped, and attempting to cover parts of myself with it.

“You don’t need to be ashamed.” He smirked, his eyes grazing over parts of my exposed skin.

“Harry I said get out!” I seethed, and he simply chuckled. Sitting up quickly, he pushed himself off the bed, and slowly walked over to me. My feet immediately taking one-step back, trying to give us an ample amount of space. He extended one arm, grabbing a hold of the sleeve on the sweater. Tugging lightly, I pressed it tighter against my chest, and but his quick hands snatched the fabric right from my grasp.

Pressing my hands into his bare chest, I tried keeping him as far away, but it could only do so much. Bowing my head away from his gaze, they grazed over the dozens of new ink I hadn’t noticed before; my fingers slightly swiped over the neatly detailed one on his upper left pec. Looking oddly familiar I examined it closer before looking up at him. His eyes were screwed shut…he looked at peace. And in that very moment, I realized that in even the darkest of souls there was light.

“You don’t need this.” He murmured, grabbing a firm hold of the sweater and chucking it to the side. But being bare didn’t bother me anymore.

“When did you get this?” I peered up at him, tracing over the tattoo that was imprinted above his heart.

“When you left.” He replied still keeping his intense glare at me. Shifting uncomfortably, I still wondered why the tattoo looked familiar.

“It’s the same design as your father’s necklace.” He answered my unsaid thoughts, and my eyes traveled down to the thick chain that rested on my chest. My hands slightly lifting it up to eye level, I examined the necklace, and the tattoo before looking back up at him.

“Why?”

“Because you do stupid things for the ones you love.”

“So you think the tattoo’s stupid?”

“No. Stop putting words in my mouth. It’s a tattoo, I got it for you, okay?” I simply nodded my head, but in reality I was flattered that Harry would do such a thing.

Standing on my tippy toes, I pecked his cheek lightly. “Thank you.” I whispered before standing back on the feet properly.

“Can I change?” I timidly asked, trying to cover up my parts that were exposed to him. His face etched something I couldn’t put my finger on, but he moved to the side allowing me to quickly put on a silk robe.

“You look different.” He mumbles, as I turn around. Different?

“Are you saying I look bad?” I look up at him, as he furrows his eyebrows.

“No. You just lost weight. I can see it in your figure.” He stares down at me. I only lost a few pounds.

“It was only a few pounds, how could you notice that.”

“Although you seem to move on pretty damn well. I haven’t, and I still remember a lot of things you may have forgotten along the way.”

“You’re pointing fingers at me for moving on too fast? I reckon you were snogging a blonde bimbo a few hours ago. Yet, yep you’re right. I moved on.” I narrowed my eyes at him before pushing past him.

“I told you she kissed me!” He shrieked, blocking my attempt of leaving him in the room.

“Whatever, Harry.” I dodged to the other side of him, but again he blocked my attempt.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere, but near you.” I pushed at his chest.

“Look at you. Running away from everything, when it gets too tough to handle.” He snickers, allowing me to pass, but if he thought I wasn’t going to fight back. He was wrong.

“You push me away! You manage to fuck everything up. You do.” I croaked out, trying to hold back the urge to pound at his chest.

“I fuck everything up? Do you know how long I waited for you? From leaving me with my child! To getting fucking kidnapped for two years! Having no fucking memory? Do you know how painful those years were? I never slept, I knew you were out there somewhere…Waiting for me to come rescue you!” He bellowed, and the thought of him blaming all those events on me hurt even more than him claiming I ran away when thing s got tough.

“If I knew it would end up like this, I wouldn’t have want to be rescued. I would’ve moved back to New York if I knew it would end up like this.”
“What do you mean, if you knew. You’re saying you would’ve moved back if you had the chance, and never meet any of us.” He waved a hand in the air.

“Of course I would. This is all we are Harry. We bicker, fight, and one day we’re just going to go our separate ways. I would go back in a heartbeat, than endure the pain I’m always in!”

“NO! We’re not going our separate ways. We…we’re meant to be together. You ….no.” He shook his head, trying to shake the thought of us never together. “We….In the end we always find our way back.”

“I can’t help but think that one day we won’t.”

“Rose would’ve wanted her parents together.” He mumbled, and I froze.

“Don’t bring Rose up, especially in a conversation like this.” I pushed at his chest, and he barely faltered.

“Why the hell not, she was our daughter.” He hissed, and I glared back at him.

“I raised her! I nurtured her for nine months, until I stupidly decided to come back. You weren’t around!”

“You took her away from me! She was my baby girl too. I lost her, and now I’m losing you too. Mother like daughter.” He weakly chuckled, and my palm collided with his cheek. His head whipped back, and caught my arm before I could slap him again.

My hands struggled to get out of his grip, but he never budged. I wanted to tackle him, and beat at his chest. But I didn’t want to move. He was right. I tried sheltering Rose so much that I isolated myself from him, and my family. My knees gave up as I realized, that maybe it all wouldn’t have happened if I had just told him the truth. That maybe my baby Rose would be three in a few months. That maybe she would be alive, if it weren’t for her careless mother.

“It’s all my fault.” I croaked out, as I curled up in ball at Harry’s feet.

“Never was it your fault, baby.” Harry cooed, picking me up from the floor, and laying me on the bed beside him. Caressing my face, I nuzzled my head into his chest. “Never was it your fault, baby” He whispered again, kissing the top of my head.

“It was, Harry. It was.” I sloppily sniffled, but his index finger laced underneath my chin, and pushed it up to meet his eyes.

“No, it was not. Don’t blame this on yourself.” He stared into my eyes, a bit longer than expected, before he turned his head to the side and pushed himself off the bed. “You should go to bed.” He muttered, not looking back at me. His hands grazed over the doorknob for a few seconds, before he whisked it open.

“Wait!” His head shot back, shooting me a confused look.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?” I pouted, and his eyes softened.

“Of course.” He smiled, locking the door beside him, and laying next to me.

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