Ruby ღ

I'm not a bitch,
I'm not a slut,
I'm not a whore,
And I sure as hell ain't yours.
So go ahead and do yourself a favour:
Don't believe the rumours you hear about me.

Survival 101 - You're as good as dead if you try to get into my pants.

(Sequel to 'Red ♥')
Many thanks to: J.K Pansear (Kammy), kelsea (Briella), Musical Megster (Megan) - Love you all guys, thank you ♥ xoxo ~Patch

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10. Get Rid of It.

"Ruby?"

I turned away from the polished sink area, cloth in hand. I was in my sweatpants, a tatty t-shirt with my hair pulled up into a scruffy ponytail. The entire place smelt like bleach but I didn't care, I was in cleaning mode.

"Hey, Red."

I shoved the basin into the sink and turned on the tap, squirting washing up liquid into the running water.

"I've got two things to tell you. Do you want the good or bad news first?"

I grimaced and scrubbed at a withstanding stain on the kitchen counter. I put all my 'elbow grease' into it and growled when it didn't come off.

"Help me with this stain, Red, the motherfucker's not coming off!" I small white hand cupped over mine which was clutching the dirty dishcloth.

"Stop, Ruby. Listen to me."

I turned slowly and frowned, swiping the back of my hand across my forehead. Stress and nerves were eating at my insides and I felt the bats flourish in my stomach. Why was I nervous about seeing Harry? Was it because I felt small and childish around him? Because he shouted at me? Because I was trying to change?

Maybe he couldn't help me, or forgive me. But he said he'd protect me no matter what. The telepath came to the front of my mind and I shuddered. If he was still after us, after me, then Harry would have to stay around me.

"Give me the good news first."  I muttered, casting my eyes to the shiny kitchen floor.

"Well, the good news is Harry's waiting outside in the front garden freezing his arse off," she took a deep breath before continuing.

"And. . . Zayn and I. . . "

My eyes widened in suprise.

"You split up?" I whispered.

"No," she gave a shakey laugh, "we're going to the hospital in a few days."

"Why? What's wrong?!" I scanned my eyes over her body and grimaced. "He hasn't given you AIDS has he?" I mumbled.

"What? No!" Her blue eyes twinkled and she ran a hand through her hair. "I'm going to hospital cos', I'm pregnant."

Holy mother of fuck.

A tiny face came to my mind, a girl with shiny hazel eyes and wispy blood-red hair, skipping 'round a garden full of honeysuckle and bluebells, clutching a rose and grinning a gap-toothed smile.

Then I looked down at her stomach. It was hardly even rounded. Just flat and toned.

I didn't want this, I just didn't. I had too much on my plate right now! And now my cousin, my best friend, was pregnant.With Zayn's baby?

Oh godess, give me patience. Because if you gave me strength, I might snap someone's head off.

"Ruby, say something!"

And I didn't speak. I simply turned her around and ushered her out my house.

"Come back when you've got rid of it." I hissed. It was pissing it down with rain outside and anyone who was dry would be drenched in seconds. I watched as Red, horrorstruck and hurt backed away from the house, tears dripping down her crumpled face. She gave me a sour look and let out a agonised scream.

"Fine! You can just get cut out of the kids life! I won't ever let you near it! And I'm never coming here again!" She shivered and ran out my garden, her thin cardiegain stuck to her like a second skin.

I began crying myself, ugly choking sobs of regret and fear. I dropped to my knees on the porch and wept into my hands, the rain belting down on my curled-up body.

"Ruby." I lifted my head slowly, my hands cupped infront of me just incase I decided to cry again. I sniffed and looked through the rain at Harry, stood in a t-shirt and jeans, raindrops trickling down his nose. The cold wind blew his wet curls over his face put he pushed them back and I watched as his soaked self strolled up to my helpless form and stroked my back.

"I'm sorry I left." he whispered. His hand was like a wildfire, his warmth spreading like flames licking at my skin. I pushed his hand away and cried out again, breaking into another cry.

"Just leave." I said, my voice whithered.

"I can't, not again." he mumbled, kneeling down beside me. The rain hit us both, soaking us more. I gave a violent shiver and folded in on myself, like holding my torso would keep myself from falling apart.

"I said that to her," I wept, "I actually said that to her!" I cried harder, pounding my fists on the ground.

Harry shushed me, gathering me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. I battered pathetically against his body and gave up after a minute or so. I just let him hold me while I cried.

"Please Harry, leave me." I whispered into the heavy sodden material of his t-shirt.

"I can't. If I left you alone in the house, without Leon, the telepath might come back."

I didn't care. I didn't care if he came and killed me. I deserved it.

"Shh, now. Don't cry." He stroked my tangled dripping hair with one hand and rocked me back and forth gently.

"C'mon, let's get inside. Get warmed up, eh?"

No. I said leave.

Harry was shocked that I spoke to him through his mind, but didn't really seem to care after a second.

"Inside." He instructed me firmly. "Inside, and get warmed up. Now." He scooped me up and carried me like a child - like a baby - into the house, shutting the door closed with his foot. I wept lightly against his chest and clutched his shirt in greedy fistfulls.

He set me down on the couch and I curled up again, staring into space.

"Tea?" Harry called from the kitchen.

I merely whimpered, which quickly turned into a cry.

Harry sighed and came through from the kitchen, pulling me into his arms and we sat like that: me curled up to his shirt, eyes closed, silent tears dripping down my face. Him, holding me and shushing me like he knew everything would be okay.

But it wouldn't.

Would it?

"C'mere." he tilted my chin up with a finger and I suddenly knew what was going to happen. But I never stopped it.

His lips pressed onto mine, wet and slippery and hungry. I kissed him just as hard, tangling my fingers in his hair, stroking his face. Passion burst inside me and blossomed until I thought it would consume me entirely.  Were we seriously about to do it on my couch?

Harrys hand slipped up my shirt, stroking my skin.

Evidently, yes, we were going to have sex on my couch.

Well, that was one way of warming up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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