*6 months later*
As I stepped out of our little cottage on the edge of town, I turned my head and gazed at the lonely, empty house standing in the field in front of me. Suddenly everything came crashing down on me, the days of being stuck in that house, alone, so alone. Those years scarred me for life. They had broken me.
But as a warm hand slipped into mine, I instantly forgot all the lonely years I had to suffer, the horrific memories I once carried. I had Harry now. And that’s all that matters.
“Let’s go, Rosie,” Harry murmured.
I glanced back at the stunning cottage Harry once promised me we’d own one day. And it was a promise he’d kept. This was my home now. With my husband.
Harry’s fingers slipped between mine, lightly tugging me over to his bike. I laughed at the vehicle, remembering how Harry keeps refusing to take my advice and buy a new one.
“We’ve got so many memories on this, Rosie,” Harry told me. “I don’t want to get rid of them.”
Harry perched on the bike; his legs spread open to tug me between them. I stumbled between his thighs, a lazy grin across my lips. His hands slipped from mine to grip both of my sides, lip between his teeth as he pulled me closer to him. I grunted softly at the action, Harry’s head angled up to gaze at me. As I stood between his legs, Harry sponged my jawline with sweet kisses. I tilted my head back slightly, feeling his lips trail across my neck. I groaned at the sensation, hands resting on Harry’s shoulders.
Wet kisses moved to the side of my neck, my head tilted forward again. A cheeky smile spread out across my face as his lips made contact with the skin just under my ear.
“Harry,” I laughed.
Harry hummed against my skin, hands squeezing me tightly. My skin tingled uncontrollably, but I’ve quickly learnt it wasn’t the beast trying to escape me. I had control of that now. It was love, the feeling of genuine love.
His teeth suddenly began nipping at the tingling skin, causing me to chuckle.
“Harry…stop,” I laughed, wriggling in his tight grasp.
He tugged me closer to him, our bodies pressed together. “Make me,” he teased, mumbling the hot words against the crook in my neck.
I weakly tried pulling him away from me, knowing all too well I could do it with ease, but I let him tease me. I enjoyed it.
My hand travelled from his right shoulder to the back of his head. It never ceased to amaze me how soft his curls were against my skin. My fingertips tingled with the feeling. I tugged roughly at his curls, pulling his head out of my neck. I tilted his head back, a glint of cheekiness sparkling in his orbs.
“We both know I could easily do that,” I teased in return, eyebrows raised down to him.
Harry chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. He silently rose from the bike to stand before me, his hands still on my sides. His head dipped down to leave a wet kiss to the corner of my mouth. My eyes fell closed with pleasure, feeling his lips ghost over mine. I let out a long breath, waiting for his lips to tangle with mine.
“Get on,” Harry whispered.
His order confused me. Suddenly the warmth disappeared from my body, the lack of contact with Harry making me feel cold. I hated it. He grinned at my disappointed reaction, my neediness for his skin on mine. His hands slipped into my own, my body guided onto the bike. Harry’s tall frame towered over me as I sat on the bike, shielding me from the low sun in the sky.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
A corner of Harry’s mouth flickered up, my hand squeezed tightly in his. He held it in both of his hands, bringing it up to his lips. He left a warm kiss to the ring on my wedding finger before smirking and gently stroking it with his thumb.
“Somewhere different,” Harry murmured, sadness lightly lacing his tone. His smile slowly faded before me, his other thumb slowly tracing my bottom lip. “Somewhere high in the sky. Where the angels can be seen.”
My heart stopped at his words. He let a sad smile grow on his face, plump lips displaying his mixed emotions. I furrowed my eyebrows at his confusing words, but Harry barely gave me time to question him, his leg swinging over the bike to climb onto it in front of me.
“Hold on tight,” Harry spoke.
I smiled weakly in return, my arms snaking around his muscled torso. With my chest pressed tight to his back, I held him closely. I still felt cautious after the accident Samuel had caused us months ago. I gave him enough space to breath, but still held him securely so if I ever needed to I could pull him off to safety. I was grateful of my abilities now. I’m his protector. I only used them for good or if necessary. Or to tease Harry.
The bike started up, Harry driving us out of town. I looked over his shoulder at the road ahead of us. The journey was silent, a comforting silence. But the silence got me thinking again.
My dreams. I’ve been having them for a while now. I haven’t told Harry about them. I don’t want to worry him. They don’t mean much, but in the past few nights they’ve developed. They’ve become clearer, but I still don’t understand them.
I was running. Again. So far. But nothing was following me. I couldn’t understand why I was running. Where were my parents? My legs never stopped running. My heart raced, the muscles pumping in my legs…
It was the same one I had the day I was brought back to life. But the dream, it had slowly developed. I could feel myself running in my dream. Harry’s told me I’ve started muttering in my sleep, but he can’t make out what I’m saying. My muscles ache for a few minutes when I wake up, my heart racing in my chest. I’ve been trying to ignore it for a while now, but somehow I can’t, like it’s with me all the time, not just in my sleep.
“Rosie...Rosie, you’re squeezing me too tight.”
I instantly eased my grip around Harry’s waist, apologising in his ear.
“It’s fine, Rosie,” he spoke, eyes glued to the road ahead of us. I felt him hesitate before he spoke up again. “Is something wrong, Rosie? You know you can’t lie to me. I know you too well to tell when you’re worried or…”
“I’m fine,” I said a bit sharply.
I could tell Harry was taken aback by my sudden response. He remained silent in front of me for a few moments, guilt flooding into my body.
“I’m sorry,” I apologised. “I’m just concerned about where you’re taking us.”
“It’s a surprise,” he said with a sad but cheeky grin. The bike sped up as we quickly approached a place I’ve never been before. I was relieved I’d taken Harry’s mind off of my strange behaviour for the time being, but I knew Harry was right. He could always sense when I was worried. He could read me like a book.
The rest of the journey was silent, my sharp eye vision making sure the roads were safe. Harry’s been telling me off for this, saying he can look after himself, but I can’t help it. I’ve lost him before. I’m not taking any more risks.
As we approached a new territory, my heart began to pound in my chest. I scanned the dark trees looming over us as we drove on a dry mud track. I didn’t like it here. Too many shadows, too many mysteries. That’s why I liked being up on that roof, everything in plain view. You can see for miles. But not in this place. I began squeezing Harry tighter. He could sense my anxiety.
“Don’t worry, Rosie,” he reassured. “I know my way around this place.”
My senses calmed a little at his words, but the tingles never ceased in my empty veins. A sad aura was given off by this place. I didn’t like the feeling of it.
Harry finally pulled the bike over by the side of the road. We were in the middle of a forest, leaves rustling in the darkness around us. The trees loomed over us, the moonlight seeping in through the leaves. I let out a long breath as I gazed up at the sky. It was so peaceful, but something wasn’t right. Why would Harry bring me here?
I eventually realised Harry was trying to pry my laced fingers from his stomach. Let go, but my hand soon gripped his side once he’d gotten off, wanting to keep him near me to keep him safe. I quickly climbed off too and as soon as I was stood up straight, I pulled Harry close to me, eyes darting around the darkness.
I felt my vision begin to sharpen. After tensing my muscles in my body, I could finally see through the shadows, like torches had been lit up behind my eyes. I silently thanked my abilities.
My head was suddenly gripped and angled up to face him, eyes forced to meet. Irritation flickered in Harry’s eyes at me, eyebrows drawn together in slight annoyance.
“You don’t have to protect me all the time,” he spoke. “I know his place like the back of my hand. Trust me, Rosalie.”
I hated it when he used my full name. It didn’t feel loving, not a name of endearment. I always felt like a child when he used it against me, but I was too worried about Harry’s safety here to care right now.
“Why are we here, Harry?” I asked.
His hands fell from my head, gaze dropping slightly to my lips. I still hand hold of his sides, squeezing them tightly.
“I think it’s this way,” he blurted out, grabbing my hand from his waist and tugging me onto the grass. I had to jog to meet up with his large strides as he guided me deeper into the darkness of this wood. I called out his name, but my hand was trapped tighter in his, leaves crunching under Harry’s boots. His behaviour was worrying me. What the hell was going on?
I tugged roughly on Harry’s hand, forcing him to stop in his tracks. He stumbled back slightly at the harsh action before he turned back around.
“Harry, what’s going on?” I questioned. “You’re worrying me.”
I felt Harry trying to wriggle his hand out of mine, but I squeezed tighter, a breath hissed out of Harry’s teeth. It surprised me how much his mood can change. One minute he was teasing me, the next he was all secretive from me.
“Where are we?” I asked.
I sensed shadows moving around us, closing in on us. I pulled Harry closer to me, sharp eyes darting around us. Harry attempted tearing his hand from mine again until his finally succeeded, holding it to his chest as he tenderly rubbed at it.
“Let’s go somewhere lighter. Then we’ll talk,” he murmured before turning to walk away from me.
I hesitated before following him, keeping close to his side. I heard him sigh, but he didn’t push me away. He let me do what I needed to do to reassure myself.
We walked in silence for ages. I followed Harry through the dark woods, the tall trees. Not talking to him was killing me inside. We rarely had arguments, but when we did I hated it. Normally it was Harry apologising first, but it wasn’t his fault for my overprotectiveness. I was just worried about him.
I silently slipped my hand into Harry’s, keeping my eyes ahead of us as I squeezed my fingers between his. I sensed the smile on Harry’s face as our arms gently swung back and forth. I didn’t need to apologise verbally. He knew that when I did this I was feeling guilty.
Harry soon began to yawn as we made our way through the trees. He leaned into me slightly, arm pressed tight to my own for support. I glanced up to him, his eyes squeezed shut as he yawned yet again.
I suddenly stopped walking, Harry forced to do the same. His head turned to gaze down at me, a mixture of confusion and exhaustion displayed clearly on his face with my sharp vision.
“Do you want me to carry you?”
Harry’s face lit up slightly at my offer. He yawned again, hand over mouth, before finally considering it. He nodded in agreement, a grin spread across his face. I let his hand go to turn myself around, my back to him.
Large hands caged over my shoulders from behind, my body embracing itself for another weight to cling onto me any second now. Harry jumped, slim legs wrapping around my waist from behind. I stumbled forward a little, but soon felt my muscles stretch inside of me, giving me strength a boost. I could soon hold him with such ease, Harry’s long arms wrapped around my neck. I cupped his thighs to hold him securely to me, Harry’s ankles crossed over my stomach.
“You okay?” I asked.
I could see Harry nodding in response in the corner of my eye before he rested his chin on his arm around my neck, yawning into my ear. I pushed at his thighs to push him up my body slightly before continuing our way through the woods, Harry muttering directions into my ear every so often.
I grinned to myself as I felt his curls brush my ear, his raspy tone whispering in my ear. I loved it when Harry was sleepy. He’d be all cuddly and warm, like a small child.
“Straight ahead,” Harry muttered. “See? The light in front of us.”
His left arm extended forward to point at the opening out of these woods, the moonlight aiding us in finally finding the end of this horrid place. My heart lifted in my chest slightly at the sight. I wanted to get out of this place as quick as possible.
“Hold on tight,” I instructed.
I suddenly bolted towards the light, Harry’s hold around me tightening quickly. Wind rushed past us as I used my abilities to get us out of here quicker. The muscles in my legs grew immensely, picking up speed faster than any other human was capable of.
“Woah,” Harry yelled into my ear.
I grinned madly, sensing the wide smile across his face. I knew his curls were being pushed back with the speed we were going at, eyes wide as he tried to focus them on the blur around us. But I could see clearly, the end of this woods getting closer quicker and quicker.
I suddenly noticed a huge log lying in our way. I gripped hold of Harry’s thighs tighter before jumping up in the air, Harry’s arms around my neck constricting quickly. We flew up into the air for several seconds, Harry screaming in exhilaration as we jumped at an impossible height.
Harry grunted as my feet crashed back to the grass. I barely gave him time to recover before my legs sped off again. Tingles shot through my body, the beast’s claws touching at my heart. I pictured my usual image, up on the roof, Harry’s arms around me. The claw finally shrivelled away, leaving a wide grin on my lips. I realised the more I pictured this image when the beast wanted to escape, the easier it got the next time. Harry told me one day I wouldn’t even need to picture the view anymore. I could just control it with my mind. It gave me a sense of hope.
We finally got to the opening. My legs slowed down as we neared it so I was jogging lightly by the time we came out of the woods. But the new sight shocked me.
Short grass was under my feet, the moon bright above our heads. My hands let go of Harry’s thighs, allowing him to silently slide back off of me.
I didn’t know how to react. Why has he brought me here? I knew it wasn’t safe here. I just knew it.
He called my name again, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of the grassy slope leading up to the edge of a cliff. I could hear the faint sound of water crashing onto rocks below us. Why has he brought me here?
He finally managed to spin me around, witnessing the mixture of fright and confusion displayed across my face. His hands slid down my arms until he took my hands in his.
“Let me explain.”