I slowly woke up, light seeping in through the curtains. I groaned softly, rolling onto my other side, memories of last night trickling into my head. I opened my eyes fully, smiling as I remembered falling asleep in Harry’s arms. I reached out to touch him, but my hand hit the mattress. I started panicking, my vision still blurry. I blinked rapidly, forcing my vision to come back. Harry was gone. I suddenly sat up, searching the room frantically with my eyes.
“Harry?!” I called out, feeling alone and scared. My heart pumped furiously in my chest, my breaths quickening. I felt so lost without him. “HARRY!” I shouted louder, tears pooling in my eyes. I bit my bottom lip, shaking madly as I sobbed loudly. Where was he?
Suddenly the door burst open. Harry ran over to the bed, collapsing down onto it next to me. He flung his arms around me, his warm touch comforting me immediately. I hugged him tightly, worried that I had lost him.
“It’s okay, Rosie,” he murmured, his breath tickling my ear. I sobbed quietly, my chest jerking less as he held me. “I’m here. You’re safe.”
I buried my face into his bare chest. He rocked me softly, whispering comforting words into my ear. I sniffed softly, rubbing one of my sore eyes. My body was still trembling slightly as Harry pulled back from me, cupping each side of my neck. He left a kiss to my forehead before pulling back, his lips hovering close to mine.
“You okay now?” he asked, his eyes flickering down to my lips before locking with my eyes again. I nodded slowly, feeling my heart calm down in my chest. “Good,” he whispered, staring right into my eyes. He watched the smile grow on my face, my hands covering his on my neck.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he murmured, the cheeky smirk still plastered on his face.
“Really?” I asked. He nodded slowly, gazing deep into my eyes, but he remained silent, refusing to tell me anything. “What is it?” I murmured, a jolt of excitement rushing through me.
“Now that would be telling,” he replied. Harry suddenly jumped off of the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back,” he said before darting back out of the room.
Once he disappeared, I let my torso fall onto the bed. I grinned to myself, staring up at the ceiling as I sighed heavily. I let my eyelids droop, the muffled clatter of plates and mugs coming from the kitchen. I could hear Harry murmuring to himself, feeling my thoughts drift off. Harry was a fighter, someone determined, who won’t give up on anything. He had a warm heart when it came to others, always thinking of others before himself.
My body relaxed in Harry’s bed as the smile never left my face. I felt as though my parents were looking down on me right now, pleased that I’d sorted out my life. I was happy, peaceful at last.
“Think again,” a deep voice spoke from around me. My eyes shot open. I pulled myself into a sitting position. I scanned the room, my body shaking as Samuel’s voice echoed off of the four walls.
The bedroom door suddenly opened, a figure appearing at the door. I jumped, swear words tumbling from my mouth as I stared at the person at the door.
“You alright, Rosie?” Harry asked, stepping into the room.
I breathed out shakily, Samuel’s faint laughter coming from somewhere. I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. Harry looked concerned as he shuffled over to the bed, carrying a tray. My jaw dropped in shock at the mountain of food piled up on a plate, a full English breakfast. My stomach grumbled as I stared at the beans, four slices of toast, mushrooms, three eggs, four sausages, two hash browns and three rashes of bacon all on the plate. My mouth grew dry as I gazed at the food longingly.
“Hungry?” Harry asked, laughing at me.
I stared at the food for as long as possible until I pulled my eyes away, flickering my gaze up to Harry. I nodded quickly, my mouth dry.
“Get comfy then.”
I shifted around on the bed until I was resting on the head board. I watched in awe as Harry lowered the tray, placing it on my lap. The warmth from the hot food covered my lap, the smell of bacon making me grin.
“You didn’t burn the bacon this time, I see.”
I glanced up at him, a cheeky smirk flittering on my lips. He laughed before collapsing onto the bed next to me, the tray tilting off of my lap. I grabbed it before it fell as Harry got comfortable beside me. He perched on one elbow as we gazed at each other, small smiles shared between us.
“Eat up then,” Harry spoke, nodding down to the heavy plate on my lap.
I flashed him a grin before tucking in, enjoying the mixes of flavours swirling around in my mouth as I ate everything in one go. I heard Harry chuckle before resting his head on my shoulder, his hair brushing softly against my skin.
“So is this my surprise then?” I asked with a mouth full of food.
Harry lifted his head from my shoulder, planting soft kisses on my skin.
“No. That’s for later,” he murmured between kisses, his breath warming my skin when he spoke. He trailed his lips up to my neck, caressing my skin. I swallowed the food in my mouth, tilting my head to the side slightly. He was so gentle, sucking lightly against my skin, making me groan softly in response. Harry sat up to wrap an arm around me, pulling me closer to him.
“You’re just gonna have to wait and see,” he mumbled, lips still against my skin. I soon felt hot tingles begin to erupt under my skin, my muscles growing warm. I quickly began to panic and Harry sensed it. I began stuffing my mouth with food rapidly, trying to force the urge slowly building inside of me again. Harry stayed silent next to me as I kept my head down, eating quickly. I felt him loosen his arm around me, rubbing my back silently before pulling himself off of the bed. His touch left me wanting so much more, but we both knew what that led to. I could feel the anger rising inside of me, but I pushed it down far, not risking what happened last night again.
“When you’re done, get dressed and we’ll go to your surprise,” Harry said with a smile. “There are clothes in my wardrobe. Wear whatever fits you, okay?” he asked.
He gave me a wink before grabbing a hash brown from my plate and stuffing it all in his mouth at once. “I’ll see you in a minute,” he said with a mouth full of food. I shook my head at him as he strode out of the room. I rested heavily against the head board, sighing loudly. But a smile grew on my face, wandering what that devilish curly haired guy had up his sleeve.
I wrapped my arms tight around Harry, my chest pressed against his back as we drove towards my surprise. The breeze was sharp on my skin as we sped down the street, but Harry’s body warmth warmed me up. I rested my chin on Harry’s shoulder, watching the world fly past us.
“Where are we going?” I asked into his ear, trying to casually get him to tell me the surprise.
“We’re almost there. Be patient,” he laughed, glancing at me quickly before focusing back on the road.
“Please tell me,” I pleaded, nibbling on his ear.
He moaned softly as I tried getting him to tell me. Suddenly the motorbike sped up, Harry laughing as I gripped onto him tighter, pulling away from his ear.
“It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait.”
He sped up faster as we drove away from the village and towards the trading estate. I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced around us, scruffy, rundown buildings taking over the small cottages and parks once around us in the village. The buildings stood by the road either side of us, paint peeling off of them, several with windows smashed in. I leaned closer to Harry, tightening my arms around him. This place didn’t look safe.
“Where are we?” I asked, my voice growing gruffer as pangs of danger pricked my skin.
“We’re almost there, Rosie. Just keep hold of me until we get there.”
I felt dread wash over me. I didn’t like it here. Harry could get hurt. Anyone could jump out and attack us. I could feel a hundred concerns build up inside of me until we started slowing down. Confused lines covered my forehead as we stopped outside a white building, most of the brick showing behind the paint. It looked the same as all the other buildings, so why this one in particular?
Harry was silent as he turned the engine off, climbing off of the bike. A large metal gate surrounded the front of the building, making me feel unwanted here. I gripped onto Harry’s arm and gazed up at his now pale face, but Harry didn’t react. He just stared up at the building in front of us. His body began shivering, his skin cold under my hand. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him this vulnerable before. I squeezed his arm, trying to get a reaction from him. But he stayed still, his green eyes on the building in front of us. I curled a finger under his chin, turning his head to face me.
“You okay, Harry?” I asked, searching his eyes for the reason for his sudden change of mood. His face fell for a second, his eyes looking so alone, so cold. I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me, forcing a smile onto his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go in, shall we?” he asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the gate before I could answer.
“Harry…Harry, are you okay?” I asked, trying to catch up with his large strides.
He ignored me as he continued to drag me over to the gate. We stopped outside of it as Harry frantically searched his jeans pockets for something, his body agitated. He took a deep breath before letting the air hiss out from between his teeth to calm himself. He pulled a key out of his pocket, slipping his hand out of mine so he could fiddle with the pad on the gate. I stood behind him silently, feeling ignored all over again. I stared down at the ground, the only sound around us being metal clashing as Harry tried opening the gate.
Once I heard the squeak of the gate, I slowly looked back up, my eyes connecting with Harry’s. He stepped towards me, guilt spread over his face.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, placing his hand on my cheek. I couldn’t help smiling when he rubbed my skin with his thumb. But I could see that he was keeping something from me. I opened my mouth again to ask him what the matter was, but he stopped me. “I-I don’t really wanna talk about it if that’s okay,” he said, giving me a false smile.
It hurt me a little knowing he was still keeping secrets from me. I’d told Harry so much about my life at the park, yet there were still mysteries between us. But I understood what it’s like to hold secrets for so long. It’s hard to talk about it. So I just nodded in response, returning his smile with one of my own.
“Thanks,” he muttered. He silently led me in through the gate, using a different key to unlock the main door to the warehouse. I looked around, wondering why we were here. Harry led me into the building, the place pitch black. My hand was squeezed before the lights flickered on.
I blinked rapidly, trying to focus my vision again. Once I could see, I let my eyes wander around the room. A boxing ring stood at the other end of the room, punch bags hanging from the ceiling either side of it. The room was freezing, the lights dim now as my eyes grew used to them. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I noticed a door was to my right, leading off somewhere. I soon realised Harry was staring at me, wanting a reaction. He grinned at me as I stared back, still unsure as to why we were here.
“This place, it’s mine,” Harry suddenly said, glancing around the room before locking his eyes with mine again.
“Yeah, I own all of this.” He grinned to himself, looking proud of this place.
“But…how?” I asked. As far as I knew Harry didn’t have a job, so how could he afford to keep it?
Harry’s face fell slightly just like outside. He lowered his gaze, staring down at the ground by my feet. He had that same distant gaze in his eyes. I stepped closer to him, squeezing his upper arm. He looked up, this time tears in his eyes. The sudden change of his mood hit me hard in the chest. I pulled him in for a tight hug, feeling that after all he’s done for me the least I could do was support him. His body tensed up in my strong hold before he began to sob quietly into my shoulder. I rubbed his back soothingly, pressing him tighter to me.
Harry pulled back, wiping under his eyes with his thumb. He coughed awkwardly, blinking back the tears threatening to spill again.
“I’m sorry. I’m just being an idiot. Ignore me.” He stepped back from me, shaking his head as he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. I closed the gap between us again, cupping a side of his neck. His gaze soon met mine, his teary eyes red and swollen. “It’s just hard to speak about.” His body shuddered as he stared into my eyes. But I could see that his attention wasn’t on me, instead on whatever it was that was troubling him. I nodded, understanding what it’s like to bottle something up inside of you. It’s difficult to confide in others.
I pulled him back into my chest, pressing him tight against me. His arms were limply wrapped around me, his chin resting heavily on my shoulder. We held each other for several minutes, silently comforting one another.
“I love you, Rosie,” he murmured into my ear before pulling back, his eyes glistening with tears. He reached up, running his fingers behind my ear. A wave of warmth crashed into me as his hand slid down to my neck. I panicked at first, thinking that it was this beast taking over me again. I recognised this feeling, but it was different. My muscles tickled, not stretched. My heart beat fast against my chest, but it didn’t feel overpowered. I gazed deep into Harry’s eyes, resting my hands on his firm sides. A smile played on Harry’s stunning lips, his cheeks dimpling perfectly. These feelings, I hadn’t had them in years. But they felt right.
It was love. I truly did love this man.
“I love you too,” I finally whispered. “Now are you going to tell me why we’re here?”