Bad Days; Good Days

As we were sleeping i kept feeling Harry come towards me to the point were i felt his balls on my ass. I pushed him away and told him to give me space. Then he put his hands on me. "I'm trying to go to sleep stop touching me please!" I whispered because i was tired. Then i layed back down. I felt his feet touch my feet. Hey really need to cut his toe nails. For some reason I didn't want him touching me anymore. I felt violated and werid. I just hated the way it felt now. Before i loved it when he touched me. I loved it when we spooned or cuddled. I loved it when he was so close to me that i could hear him breathe. It just made me feel safe. I also loved when he wraped his arms around me to comfort me when i have a bad dream or just because. Now everytime he does it i feel scared. I don't feel protected anymore. "STOP TOUCHING ME!" this time i yelled. then he moved on the other side of the bed and turned his back towards me. I closed my eyes and the i heard him say something. he said "I know you were hurt but please don't blame it on me, don't take it out on me either. I'm the one who loves you. I will never take advantage of you like he did. By the way i'm sorry I just miss you." His voice was really deep. I opened my eye but didn't turn around. I didn't say a word. I felt bad. I was treating him like shit. I heard him turn around again and then we both fell asleep.