Feeling Safe With Danger

My cries from the pain stopped Harry dead in his tracks.
His head snapped in my direction. He dropped Lane onto the floor with a loud thump.

He picked me up as I continued sobbing, I could feel him shaking.
He set me on the bed as he towered over me.
I didn't realize my eyes were closed until Harry's voice trembled through me ears.

"Look. At. Me."
My eyelid flashed open to the horrific yet beautiful sight of the green eyes in front of me.

He began to shake his head.

"Why?" His voice cracked, his green eyes started to well up. Oh god. If he starts to cry I'm gonna lose it.
I'm never gonna forgive myself.

A single tear rolled down his red cheek.



I couldn't help it. All that was within me told me I needed to hold him, to tell him how I feel about him. I needed to comfort him. I needed to make amends, show him I'm not a whore. Show him that I care.
I grabbed his head and without hesitation crashed his lips into mine.


And almost immediately, he snatched my hands away from his face and pinned them to the sides of my head. He pulled away from my lips without thinking twice.
His eyes narrowed down at mine, as the tear that had been rolling down his cheek splashed onto mine. It's wetness seemed to burn through my skin, physically telling me the pain I had cause him.

"Don't even think about it." Nothing in his voice revealed compassion. There wasn't a hint of care in his words. All they held was hurt and anger.

I began to cry as I ached for his touch but he wouldn't give it to me. I cried wanting to comfort him but knowing he wanted nothing to do with me.
He no longer became the one pursuing me. He longer had to prove himself.
It was me.
I was the one who had to prove myself.


And it made me feel worthless.





Before I could calm down, Harry whipped his shirt off his body in a matter of seconds, revealing his toned stomach and his tattooed chest, which was rising up and down at an impossibly fast pace. His hot breath landed on my face, sizzling as it contacted my skin.
Was he taunting me? Showing me what I couldn't have?


I closed my eyes only to feel my arms being lifted and clothing be placed around my torso.
I realized Harry had put his shirt on me.

Then he placed his hands on the band of the boxers I was wearing. He ripped them off. Literally. He ripped each of the legs holes open so when he picked me up bridal style, Lane's boxers were left on the bed tattered.

I thought he was headed for the door, but he swiftly turned and walked over to Lane, still holding me in his arms.

"Mine you fucked up prick." With that Harry's leg swiftly met Lane's stomach. Lane let out a groan but didn't protest.

My arms held tightly to Harry's neck as I sobbed into his chest.

I was obviously guilty for hurting Harry so badly, but I was crying out of relief.
Harry stopped me from doing what could have been one of the stupidest mistakes of my life.

And yet again he came to my rescue, even though I had hurt him.

As we made our way towards his car, I managed to speak inbetween my sobs.

"I'm not a whore."



"Could've fooled me." He seethed.



That knife I talked about earlier?

Yeah.

Now it felt like he stabbed my heart with it.

Notes

What do you think is gonna happen from here?
Do you think it's considered cheating what Vana did?

Do you think Harry will be able to forgive her? He seemed pretty pissed...lol.
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