I paced up and down the flat. I’ve been here for hours waiting for Harry to finally get home so I can interrogate him properly about his disappearance. I dreaded every minute to pass in case Samuel returned, using more mind tricks to slowly break me down. And he was succeeding. I was cracking like an egg, so close to giving up everything, to give into Samuel’s orders and be with him forever. But the one person that gave me strength was Harry. He was the only reason I’m not with Samuel. But as each second passed I considered Samuel’s words more and more. I’d never kill Harry. Never. But if I could make an agreement, save Harry and join Samuel. That I may do.
I was grateful for the suddenly distraction, the main door of the flats slamming shut. I stood in front of the sofa, eyes fixed on the door, ready for Harry’s weak excuses, his lies.
A forced smile was worn on Harry’s face as he strode into the flat, dropping his keys in the dish beside the door. But his face fell as our eyes connected, his bottom lip taken harshly between his teeth. He reached behind him, slamming the door shut. I remained still as Harry quickly approached me, strong arms embracing my tense body. I wanted to give into his touch, forget today ever happened. But I couldn’t. I kept my crossed arms pinned to my chest, holding the breath in my lungs as Harry’s arms held me tight. I couldn’t take it for much longer. I wanted answers now.
I shoved Harry away, watching him stumble back in shock. I still didn’t know how much strength I possessed, close to sending Harry flying across the room. Harry lost his footing as he staggered back, falling heavily to the ground with a grunt. A hurt expression fell over his face as he gazed up at me.
As I stared down at Harry on the floor, my body began to crumple. I fell heavily to my knees, burying my face into my hands. I had a whole speech ready to say how angry I was he missed our training session today, the close intimacy shared between him and that woman earlier. But the words refused to fall from my mouth in full sentences. They were jumbled up on my tongue; the only noise I was able to make was my sobbing. I had no energy left to fight with Harry.
Strong arms finally grabbed my body, helping me carefully up to my feet. I kept my face hidden in my hands, letting Harry guide me to the sofa. We both collapsed heavily onto it, Harry’s arms tight around me.
“Rosie,” he whispered, gently prying my hands from my face. “Let me see you.”
A warm smile lit up Harry’s face as our eyes met. Harry held my head in his hands, the same action given to that woman today. But I ignored my thoughts, focusing on me and Harry tonight.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry whispered.
And I knew he meant it. Each word was laced with so much sorrow, so much pain. I let Harry pull me onto his lap. He hummed softly into my ear, his arms wrapped around me. I let my eyes fall closed, Harry slowly moving my hair over one shoulder to bury his face into my neck. His soft lips left kisses up and down my neck before his mouth closed over the skin to suck lightly at it. I hummed softly, feeling my emotions get the better of me. And Harry sensed it. He pulled back and smiled at me, softly cupping my chin.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” I sobbed. “I didn’t mean to push you over. I…”
“Shh,” Harry whispered, bringing his index finger to his pouted lips. He grinned against his finger before putting his arms back around me. “I don’t want to hear any apologies,” he mumbled as I put my arms around him to hold onto him in case he’d leave again to visit someone else. “It’s not your fault.”
“I don’t deserve you,” I whispered. “You can do so much better than me, Harry.”
“All I want is you,” he whispered. “Only you.”
Tears swelled in my eyes, thoughts flashing back to the first time I had told him he could do better. Harry had asked me to be his that day. And I had said yes. Even though he knew he was putting himself in danger, he still spoke those exact same words in reply.
Harry’s arms were pushed under my body to lift me from his lap. As I was carried into the bedroom I still had my doubts. What about the text? And the mystery people he’s been meeting? Even after tonight I could tell they weren’t going to end. This was only the beginning.
After all of this tonight, I still didn’t know Harry’s secret. And that scared me.