I Understand. An AU/punk story.

"Harry I just want my dad!" I cried and cried and cried

"I know baby, I know you do. I would do anything to bring him back to you..." He says desperately, still hugging my body close to his. He sniffles and rubs my back.

It takes me a solid hour to stop crying. Then I lay in his arms and hiccup slightly, my body still catching my breath. I feel like shit. No I feel worse than shit.....

"Go to bed, doll." Harry murmurs to me, pulling the quilt on to the top of my shoulders. I shake my head, and cling to him tighter. "Yes, just close your eyes and rest." I try to scoot up closer but my shirt keeps getting caught under me, strangling me with the collar.

"Take this off of me." I ask him so quietly I wasn't sure he heard. He pulls back and puts his forearms on either side of my head. Harry looks down with a slight frown. "please!" I beg him, not caring that I'm not wearing anything but my panties under it.

He sadly frowns and his large hands find the hem, pulling it up apprehensively, he frees it above my head but doesn't make any try to look down at my bare chest. I pout out my bottom lip and look up at him, puffy eyes and all.

"Go to sleep." He hums, laying his forehead on mine. I shake my head no and sniffle. "You'll feel better, please?" He asks sweetly. I sigh and nod once. He gives a peck on the nose and lets my get comfortable. Both of us turn on our sides, facing each other, the blanket tucked under my arms, covering my chest. He pulls me in and hold him close.

It takes me what seems like an eternity to finally fall asleep.

-

I slept lightly that night, I had one bad nightmare but it wasn't bad enough to wake Harry up but it sure was scary enough to get me out of bed. I put my hands over my breasts and crawled from his grasp sneakily. I put on my bathrobe and tip toed to the living room, the sun was just coming up. Marcel whined and charged at me, knocking me in to the couch.

"Hi boy." I say quietly, scratching his head. I haven't been with him a lot recently and I knew he was stressing regardless of the fact he was a dog. A shiver ran down my body. "C'mon." I whisper to him, going back in to the bedroom and through the bathroom door. I close it softly behind Marcel who curls up on the bathroom rug. I put the plug in the drain and turning the water as hot as it will go I fill the big tub. After its full I turn all of the lights off but open the blinds on the bid window so its an eerily peaceful lighting in the bathroom. I sigh and lean back, closing my eyes I soak. (does anyone know what I'm talking about? Its like light from the early morning but not light enough to light it fully.... yeaaahh awwkwarrdd anyywhhooo! ) I lay there in tub for a while. Trying to make peace with myself. Not succeeding.

I realized something sitting there in the steaming water. Not a soul could truly better my life except me. But anyone out there could take it in a second. It was a short cruel life and then you die. Jessica showed me that. And now I had to do something for myself. For her and her memory. I had to be something. I had to grow and move on from this town.

And I needed to love my friends and family unconditionally every second I had. Because the next second that ticks by they could be gone. It somber-ed my mind and cleared the haze that has drifted over me since I found her.

"Lilian?" I hear Harry call. I sigh and sink lower in to the water, not answering. "Lilian?" His voice louder, more nervous, I hear him go in to the living room. Back in the bedroom. Still calling for me. He barges in to the bathroom but I don't open my eyes, just cross my arms around my naked top. "Sorry! I didn't know you were in here!" He splutters, covering his eyes. Hesitantly leaving.

Groaning I pull myself up from the tub and unplug the drain, watching the water circle the drain before I pat myself dry, pulling my robe back on my bare body.

When I go back to the bedroom Harry's sitting crossed legged on the top of my bed, leaning his head on his hand which is leaned on his knee.He jumps up when he sees me coming.

"Hi.." He says awkwardly, standing in front of me. I give him a half smile and lean my head on his chest, his hands find my hips.

I don't reply.

He takes my hands and lead me to the bed, putting me on his lap, legs around his waist.

"You didn't sleep, did you?" He asks, looking at the bags that are under my eyes. I shrug my shoulders. "Are you OK?" I look down at my hands. "Do you wan't to take a nap?" He asks softly. I nod.

He flops back on his back, leaving my straddling him in my robe. He smiles up at me, taking his hands, motioning for me to come to him.

I put either hand on either side of his head and shift so my knees are on either side of his hip, my body a few inches above his. My hair falls like a fountain around us, lightly damp from the shower, he looks up at me.

Harry's P.O.V.

I look up in to those brown eyes, completely and utterly entranced by the girl above me.

I'm heartbroken that shes heartbroken.

I want to just make everything OK with my touch but I know I can't. A girl this amazing doesn't deserve the cards that have been played out in front of her. It's not fair.

Yet on the other hand shes a survivor. She fights. She wins. She'll make it, I know she can.

I put my hands on either side of her, sliding down the silk of her robe, landing my hands on her bum, squeezing slightly. She loves that... Her eyes close for a brief second, enjoying my touch on her. Before she can respond, I pull her down on to my chest, holding her small body close to mine.

-

I come in to the bedroom, shes laying on her tummy, the blanket wrapped around her hips, exposing her flawless bare back. Her head on its side, hair sprawled dramatically around her. I find myself smiling. She wouldn't put on any clothes for some reason after her bath. She took off her robe and passed out. Which was absolutely perfect with me besides the fact it made it difficult to cuddle her. She slept the entire day away in my arms while I watched TV, rubbing her back if she became restless.

I walked to the side of the bed she was sprawled on, kneeling in front of her. Placing the plate of food I just got on the night stand, she opened her wonderful eyes softly.

Lily's P.O.V.

I open my eyes to find Harry kneeling in front of me,putting food on the nightstand. Nut I just wasn't in the mood to eat. I was tired.

"How are you feeling?" He murmurs, sliding his hand down my bare back, making me shiver. I sniffle shrug. He frowns. "Are you hungry?" I shake my head no. "You should really eat something, you'll feel better." I give him my best pout face and turn around, he joins me on the bed and squeezes my shoulders. "If not now then soon." He concludes, laying down next to me. I roll my eyes at his assertiveness and lean my head back on him, getting comftorable.

Notes

filler but still cute I think