The Arranged Wedding
Chapter 15
Annabeth Styles POV.
When I knew the house was empty, I walked to Harry's room. He was curled up in a ball, hugging the covers to his body. When I opened the door his head jerked towards me. He remained quiet, and followed me with his eyes as I walked towards him. I sat on the edge of the bed, and moved the hair from his eyes.
"You looked beautiful today." Harry offered. I was wearing a white dress, with blue flowers on it. My hair was tightly pinned up in the back. Harry was a mess. His hair was going in every direction, and he had dark circles around his eyes. Even then he was a beautiful man.
"Harry you haven't been out of bed in days. How about you go take a shower, and I'll make us lunch." I suggested. He shook his head, and hid his head under the covers. I let out a sigh, and rubbed my forehead in frustration. He can't lay here forever. Everyone is worried about him. Even Riden peeks his head into the room every hour that he's here. I'll watch as he stands there for awhile. He'll lightly say his brothers name, and after a few minutes of no response, he'll leave him.
"Harry come on now you need a wash up. I won't let you just lay here, and rot." I insisted, attempting to tug the covers down. He groaned, and I clutched onto the fabric tighter. Then I felt a surge of anger. He can't do this, I won't let him. I got up, and ran into the bathroom attached to his room. I went to the bathtub, and turned on the water. When it was full I came back into his room.
"Come on Harry get up." I told him sternly. He groaned again, and rolled to the other side of the bed. Is he serious right now. Does he not see I'm not leaving until he gets out of bed. Everyone else may just think it's best to leave him be, but I don't.
"No. Leave me be Annabeth." He told me, matching my stern tone. I strode over to his bed, and ripped the covers off of him. I threw the blanket to the other side of the room, and looked at his surprised face. Then I took his hand, and pulled him to the bathroom. I pulled down his sweatpants, and his eyes widened.
"Annabeth you can't just-" He was cut short by me dragging him to the bathtub. I made him sit inside. His face was awestruck. He looked as though he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. I took a cup, and filled it with water. I poured it on his head, and he spit out some of his mouth.
"Annabeth!" He said, but I placed my finger over his lips. I noticed he had grown some stubble from days of abusing the presence of a razor. I went over to the counter, and got a razor. I placed soap on his face, and then lifted his face with my finger. I carefully shaved his face, avoiding his curious gaze. When I finished I washed out his hair, and then washed his body, avoiding his lower area.
"Better." I told him, running my hand over his cheek. He placed his hand over mine, and kissed it. I finally looked into his eyes. They seemed sad, confused, and... hopeful. Strange.
"Thank you. You're right it's time I get out of bed." He mumbled mostly to himself. I nodded my head, and leaned over. I placed a kiss on his cheek, and he shivered.
"You didn't have to be so rough with me though. That wasn't very nice you practically threw me into the bathtub." He told me, a small smile on his lips. I shrugged, and got up to put the razor away. Before I could grab it, he pulled me into the bathtub with him. I shrieked, and fell on top of his bare body.
"Harry!" I yelled at him. I received a small laugh. My dress was soaked, and I couldn't help but to gawk at him. Has he lost his mind?
"Doesn't feel too nice does it?" He mused, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. His dimples showed in his cheeks, and his eyes seemed to have slightly brightened. I lightly slapped his chest.
"Harry my clothes! You're naked for Christ's sake!" I yelled at him. He laughed at me again, and took the cup. He. Is. Not. He filled it with water, and then poured it on my head. I let out another shriek, and my mouth fell open. I felt his hands move to the back of my head, and take the clips out. My hair fell on to my shoulders.
"Better." He said happily.
"You didn't seem to mind my insufficient clothing a few minutes ago." He told me, and I felt my cheeks go red. I slapped his chest again.
"I wasn't looking!" I yelled at him, and he raised an eyebrow at me. Then I felt his hand move to the back of my dress. He reached at the zipper, and I swatted his hand away.
"Don't act like I haven't seen you before." He told me, and moved his hand back to my dress. He slid the zipper down, and I felt the straps fall down my shoulders. I didn't fight him when he discarded the rest of my wet clothing. When I was completely naked, he pulled my body to him. My head was tucked into his neck. He moves his finger tips up and down my spine.
"Harry?" I whispered to him. He hummed at me, and kissed my head. Even though our bare bodies were pressed tightly to each other in the water, it wasn't a sexual moment. Something about being close to him like this was comforting for the both of us.
"Yes Annie?" He asked me. I propped my chin on his chest, and looked at him. Then I leaned forward, and pecked his lips.
"Don't leave me like that again. You scared me." I told him. He gave me a nod, and I tucked my head into his chest. Just as I was about to say something else I heard a small scream.
"Harry!? Annabeth!?" She yelled...
Oh god no...
Team Harry: 2
Team Riden:3
When I knew the house was empty, I walked to Harry's room. He was curled up in a ball, hugging the covers to his body. When I opened the door his head jerked towards me. He remained quiet, and followed me with his eyes as I walked towards him. I sat on the edge of the bed, and moved the hair from his eyes.
"You looked beautiful today." Harry offered. I was wearing a white dress, with blue flowers on it. My hair was tightly pinned up in the back. Harry was a mess. His hair was going in every direction, and he had dark circles around his eyes. Even then he was a beautiful man.
"Harry you haven't been out of bed in days. How about you go take a shower, and I'll make us lunch." I suggested. He shook his head, and hid his head under the covers. I let out a sigh, and rubbed my forehead in frustration. He can't lay here forever. Everyone is worried about him. Even Riden peeks his head into the room every hour that he's here. I'll watch as he stands there for awhile. He'll lightly say his brothers name, and after a few minutes of no response, he'll leave him.
"Harry come on now you need a wash up. I won't let you just lay here, and rot." I insisted, attempting to tug the covers down. He groaned, and I clutched onto the fabric tighter. Then I felt a surge of anger. He can't do this, I won't let him. I got up, and ran into the bathroom attached to his room. I went to the bathtub, and turned on the water. When it was full I came back into his room.
"Come on Harry get up." I told him sternly. He groaned again, and rolled to the other side of the bed. Is he serious right now. Does he not see I'm not leaving until he gets out of bed. Everyone else may just think it's best to leave him be, but I don't.
"No. Leave me be Annabeth." He told me, matching my stern tone. I strode over to his bed, and ripped the covers off of him. I threw the blanket to the other side of the room, and looked at his surprised face. Then I took his hand, and pulled him to the bathroom. I pulled down his sweatpants, and his eyes widened.
"Annabeth you can't just-" He was cut short by me dragging him to the bathtub. I made him sit inside. His face was awestruck. He looked as though he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. I took a cup, and filled it with water. I poured it on his head, and he spit out some of his mouth.
"Annabeth!" He said, but I placed my finger over his lips. I noticed he had grown some stubble from days of abusing the presence of a razor. I went over to the counter, and got a razor. I placed soap on his face, and then lifted his face with my finger. I carefully shaved his face, avoiding his curious gaze. When I finished I washed out his hair, and then washed his body, avoiding his lower area.
"Better." I told him, running my hand over his cheek. He placed his hand over mine, and kissed it. I finally looked into his eyes. They seemed sad, confused, and... hopeful. Strange.
"Thank you. You're right it's time I get out of bed." He mumbled mostly to himself. I nodded my head, and leaned over. I placed a kiss on his cheek, and he shivered.
"You didn't have to be so rough with me though. That wasn't very nice you practically threw me into the bathtub." He told me, a small smile on his lips. I shrugged, and got up to put the razor away. Before I could grab it, he pulled me into the bathtub with him. I shrieked, and fell on top of his bare body.
"Harry!" I yelled at him. I received a small laugh. My dress was soaked, and I couldn't help but to gawk at him. Has he lost his mind?
"Doesn't feel too nice does it?" He mused, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. His dimples showed in his cheeks, and his eyes seemed to have slightly brightened. I lightly slapped his chest.
"Harry my clothes! You're naked for Christ's sake!" I yelled at him. He laughed at me again, and took the cup. He. Is. Not. He filled it with water, and then poured it on my head. I let out another shriek, and my mouth fell open. I felt his hands move to the back of my head, and take the clips out. My hair fell on to my shoulders.
"Better." He said happily.
"You didn't seem to mind my insufficient clothing a few minutes ago." He told me, and I felt my cheeks go red. I slapped his chest again.
"I wasn't looking!" I yelled at him, and he raised an eyebrow at me. Then I felt his hand move to the back of my dress. He reached at the zipper, and I swatted his hand away.
"Don't act like I haven't seen you before." He told me, and moved his hand back to my dress. He slid the zipper down, and I felt the straps fall down my shoulders. I didn't fight him when he discarded the rest of my wet clothing. When I was completely naked, he pulled my body to him. My head was tucked into his neck. He moves his finger tips up and down my spine.
"Harry?" I whispered to him. He hummed at me, and kissed my head. Even though our bare bodies were pressed tightly to each other in the water, it wasn't a sexual moment. Something about being close to him like this was comforting for the both of us.
"Yes Annie?" He asked me. I propped my chin on his chest, and looked at him. Then I leaned forward, and pecked his lips.
"Don't leave me like that again. You scared me." I told him. He gave me a nod, and I tucked my head into his chest. Just as I was about to say something else I heard a small scream.
"Harry!? Annabeth!?" She yelled...
Oh god no...
Team Harry: 2
Team Riden:3
Notes
I know it's short friends...
I know!!!
But since we received some votes I thought it was only fair I give you a Harry moment... but
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All The Love,
~JR
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