I Understand. An AU/punk story.

I wake up still tired. And hot.

I'm on my back and when I look up, I find Harry's head on my chest, his breath fans my skin nicely. I wiggle out from his hold around my low back and get out of bed clumsily, going to my bag I pull out an outfit and change in the bathroom

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Once in the bathroom and my outfit on, something shiny catches my eyes.

My breath hitches.

Where my stuff used to sit when we lived together sat a glass necklace holder right in the center of the marble counter.

Only one silver chain dangles from the ordinate holder.

I frown and make my way to it and let my fingers gently touch the diamonds Harry had given me a while ago...

I remember the night. It hurts to think about it.

He cheated. You did nothing wrong. Walk away.

I do just that.

Once back in the bedroom, Harry is still snoring away so I creep in the kitchen and head to the fridge. Opening it up I decide I'll make us breakfast as I pull out the eggs and bacon and other items.

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"What are you doing?" I jump as a raspy voice calls from behind as I scoop a pancake on to a plate. Whipping around I find Harry, sleep still prominent on his face. I blush as he studies me carefully.

"Making breakfast I guess." I mumble quietly. Turning back to the stove I turn the nod off and set his plate down and then face him again. He watches me carefully and makes his way to me. His chest is bare and his sweats are so low on his hips it makes my face hot.

He comes in front of me, biting his lip gently while his eyebrows are furrowed. I follow his gaze to my shoulder where a particularly nasty bruise lays.

"D -do they hurt?" His voice still raspy and deep. I shrug and look at my toes. He sighs. "Thank you for breakfast, that's very sweet of you."

"It's nothing really." I take a seat and he joins me at the table before we eat our food.

We eat silently and I catch him watching me a few times.

"Can we talk now?" He asks once I finally finish my piece of bacon. Ughh.. I nod. "Bedroom?"

Oh boy.

He gets up and makes his way back to his room and I grudgingly follow him. Once we arrive he plops down in the middle and crosses his legs like a pretzel.

I copy his body formation and sit in front of him. I pick on my leggings and wait for him to start.

"I'm sorry. About how I acted. It was terrible of me, it really was. It just..... just made me ...... sick! To think of you getting hurt and having to hide it." His voice is think and I can tell this is hard from him.

"I get that you would be upset... but I don't like it when you yell on me. I was really upset..." My voice is just as thick and this is just as hard. I don't watch him as I talk but I know for a fact he's studying me carefully.

"I'm sorry." He says.. again.

"It's OK." I say... again.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could of protected you!" He says, his voice desperate, he dips his head so I'm forced to see his eyes.

"Because I didn't want you to get hurt. Obviously. I already told you that." I groan.

"Lilian, I have told you countless times that you don't need to worry about me!" I watch him as his muscles in his arm flew and he grits his jaw. I know how hard he is trying to keep himself composed.

"Well, thats funny because a week and a half ago you were jumped and nearly killed!" I snap.

"Please don't get all sassy at me! I just need you to know that I am grown woman and can take care of myself!''

"And I'm a grown woman! But you never seem to remember that!"

"Well I can't help that you don't act like one!" He snaps back.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" I yell, my hands balling in to fists.

"Nothing!" He groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You are just so ridiculous sometimes! You can't even have a normal conversation with me without insulting me and I hate it, Harry!" I grab his wrist and yank it form his face so he's forced to look at me.

"That's not true."

"Are you freaking kidding me?! Yes, yes it is true!" I gape, my face is getting red with anger.

He rolls his eyes and doesn't say anything.

Whatever.

"OK, It's very obvious that we can't talk." I snap and get off the bed, storming from the room.

"Lily! Get back here!" He yells and follows me, his stomps echoing through the apartment.

"I'm going home." I tell him flatly, grabbing my bag of clothes.

Before I can say anything else he plucks me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder. His hands land on my ass as he grabs me.

"PUT ME DOWN!" I yell and slap his back, kicking my legs.

"Not until you agree to stay here. It's not safe for you being by yourself." His voice is calm as he just stands there, his hand still on my ass, me perched on his shoulder, squirming like crazy.

"HARRY I'M SERIOUS!" I yell, slapping his back harder.

"Me too!" He laughs and walks back to his room.

"AND GET YOUR HAND OFF OF MY ASS!" I add, my hands fist his shirt and I lean my palms in to his back so I can bet my head up as we walk. He laughs a loud laugh and flops me on my back on his soft bed before plopping next to me, laying his arm over my waist.

"I'm not letting you up until you agree!" He warns.

Screw this!

I yell in frustration and squirm like crazy under his arm that feels as heavy as an iron branch. My hair flies all over the place and he just smirks at me as I continually roll over and attempt to shove him off of me.

"Just agree with me!"

"NO! I'm going home!" I snap, I turn so my back is facing him and my hands grip the edge of the bed and I pull with all of my strength. Damn those muscles.

And then you know what he does?

He wraps Both arms around em and pulls his front to my back, his head placed on mine as he lays there laughing at me feeble escape plans.

"Damn it Harold, let me goooo!" I can't help but giggle when he starts laughing too.

"Oh don't prtend you don't love when hold you! You're a cuddler, theres no denying it!" He chuckles in my ear. I laugh and shake my head.

"You are ridiculous and no! I am not a cuddler. You're the one who always holds me when we sleep! You spuish my guts, you dork!" I strain as I keep clawing my way from his arms.

"Oh, I squish you..?" He grabs my hips and I squeal as he rips me down and flips me on my stomach. "Like this?" He flops down on my back.

The air wooshes out of me even though I know he's holding majority of his weight it still pins me down. He laughs as I lay there in defeat like a rag doll.

"Agree, and I'll let you up!" He whispers in my ear in a sing song voice. I roll my eyes.

"Fine."

But he doesn't get up...

He rolls off of me slightly before wrapping his arms under me and burying his head in the back of my neck.

His weight on me doesn't hurt.. just comforts me. His body is warm and I feel like a big blankie was draped on me. I close my eyes lightly, enjoying his scent and chest as he lays on my back.
I don't move.

"I miss holding you at night." He whispers oh so softly.

I swallow hard as his finger gently swirl over the skin on my stomach under my tank top.

"Me too."

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