I jumped out of a nightmare, cold sweat pouring out of my body. Harry’s cold body was curled up at the bottom of the bed by Samuel’s feet. His body just laid there, blood dripping out from the teeth marks embedded in his neck. His tousled curls were covering his face, his knees pressed to his still chest. I had done this, Samuel told me, not him. I’d obeyed his orders and killed Harry. I couldn’t describe what I was feeling as I remembered the nightmare. My heart clenched agonisingly in my chest, realisation kicking me in the stomach. I’d lost him forever.
My eyes flew open, my head resting on a firm chest. My head shot up from the chest, my body sprawled out on top of Harry’s. I gazed up at him through drooped eyelids, our bare chests tight together. He was already awake, an exhausted expression spread over his gorgeous face. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night. The bruise had faded on his eye slightly, but still could be clearly seen. I felt tears build in my eyes as my fingers were entwined with his either side of his head, our legs tangled with the bed covers.
Harry craned his head down, planting a soft kiss on my nose. He soon pulled back, brushing our noses against each other. A smile broke out on my face, Harry slipping a hand out of mine to stroke the hair on the back of my head soothingly, strands softly curled around a finger.
“You were having a nightmare,” Harry stated softly.
I nodded feebly before lowering my head, planting soft kisses over his bare chest.
“I dreamt I’d lost you,” I muttered between kisses. My hair was suddenly tugged on, lifting my head back up. I could feel the tears swelling in my eyes once more, my bottom lip quivering. Warm kisses were sprinkled over my face, Harry’s healing lips kissing away any tears that had escaped me.
“I’ll always be here, Rosie,” he muttered, his lips ghosting over mine. He squeezed my hand, rubbing the back of my head. I gazed into his eyes, his eyelids barely open as he forced himself to gaze back at me.
“You haven’t slept, have you?” I asked.
Harry nibbled at his bottom lip, wincing slightly as the events of last night left him with a cut lip. This small gesture silently told me the answer.
“I wanted to protect you,” he mumbled. I used my spare hand to brush my thumb over his bottom lip, gently pulling it out from between his teeth.
“You need to sleep, Harry.”
I reached up suddenly, pressing my palm against his lips. He stopped walking, his sleepy eyes staring down at me.
“Promise me you’ll get some sleep tonight.” I raised my eyebrows up to him. He looked away. “Harry,” I said sternly.
“I’m just scared, Rosie,” he blurted out, once he took my hand from his mouth. “If anything happened to you, I wouldn’t know what I’d do.”
A smile spread out across my lips before I lowered my head back down to his chest. I sprinkled soft kisses over his chest, letting my tongue glide over the swallow tattoos. My hair was gripped tightly as my touch drifted over to his nipple. I grinned as I hummed against his skin, causing a throaty groan to emanate from Harry. His chest vibrated as he did so, encouraging me to do it again.
“Rosie,” he innocently muttered.
I peered up at him through my eyelashes, my lips still pressed to his nipple. His eyes were scrunched closed, his head tilted up slightly to reveal his adam’s apple. I hummed against his skin, watching in amusement as his full lips parted, a groan forced from his mouth.
I chuckled before pulling back, a heavy sigh escaping Harry as he opened his eyes once again.
“I’ll always be here, Harry,” I muttered up to him.
His touch left the back of my head, tangling his fingers back up with mine beside his head. I shuffled up his body so I could rest my forehead on his. But I dared kiss him, feeling the tingles grow under my skin. I only had a few seconds until I would have to pull back, savouring this moment to feel his warm breath fan over my lips, his eyes gazing deep into mine.
But the moment had to end. I rolled off of him, letting my fingers slip out from between his. I sighed heavily, slowly turning my head to gaze at Harry. The spreading warmth was subsiding, my muscles returning to their original size. I quickly planted a kiss on Harry’s cheek before pushing myself up, not trusting myself around him.
I darted into the small en suite attached to the bedroom, hastily slamming the door behind me. The room only consisted of a toilet, sink and bath with a shower attached. I leaned heavily against the wood of the door, slowly sinking down. As soon as I let my eyes close, the memories of my dream crashed into my mind. I whimpered quietly, burying my face in my knees. Would I really have done that to Harry? Would I let the beast take over me, killing Harry and anyone else in my path?
I shuddered at the thought, wrapping my arms around my legs. I soon heard shifting coming from the bedroom next door, Harry mumbling to himself. I quickly pulled myself up from the floor, turning the shower on to drown out my sobs.
“That’s weird,” Harry said.
I closed the outer door to the block of flats behind me and turned to face Harry.
“What?” I asked, my mind still distant after what happened last night. My eyes widened as Harry sat on the bike, the engine purring softly once Harry had turned the key in the ignition. He stared over to me, his eyebrows furrowed. “But you told me last night the engine was dead,” I said suspiciously, stepping towards him.
“Yeah, it was,” he mumbled, frowning down to the key in the ignition. But he soon shrugged it off, flashing me a cheeky grin.
I stared at the bike, my head spinning with thoughts, slowly pulling pieces together in my head. Harry soon patted the seat behind him on the bike, distracting me from these thoughts. I climbed on behind him, snaking my arms around him. I pressed my ear to his muscled back, half listening to what Harry was saying. But I couldn’t tear my mind from the events of last night. My arms subconsciously tightened around Harry, pressing my chest tight to his back.
“Rosie...Rosie I can’t breathe,” he half laughed, half winced. I muttered an apology, barely loosening my arms around him.
We sped silently down the streets, heading a different way than usual. I vaguely recognised the horrific state of the roads, the stench wafting up my nose. Each street we drove through brought back more distant memories, my head flooded with pictures, noises, sights.
Then everything seemed to slow down, the whole world around me almost still. My head instinctively shot to the left as we passed a familiar alleyway. My lips parted in shock, recognisable faces staring out from the shadows cast.
That night, the night I met Harry. In the alleyway, the men. The reason why I was running. Blood splattered on the ground, a body curled up in a puddle. The men, they started this. But I had finished it. I killed the man I loved.
We suddenly jolted forward, Harry slamming on the brakes. A group of muscled men stood a few feet in front of the bike, smirking over to us. All kinds of different coloured ink swirled down their arms and rose up their necks. I knew this was a rough area. You were never really alone in these streets.
Harry straightened his back in order to protect me. I soon felt a presence behind me, the bike quickly surrounded.
“And what are you doing here, pretty boy?” they asked Harry, reaching out to touch him. Harry flinched, pushing their dirty hands away. Rage coursed through me, my arms tight around Harry’s waist from behind.
They reached out to him again, but I suddenly jumped off of the bike, my speed being an advantage. Confusion contorted their faces, but their smirks soon returned, their full attentions on me now. Harry gripped my hand, trying to tug me back towards the bike.
“Leave it, Rosie,” he muttered lowly, his eyes glancing around to the ugly faces surrounding me. I pulled away from his touch, striding towards the man who attempted to touch Harry. He snorted down to me, his muscled arms crossed over his chest.
“Protecting your boyfriend, are you?” he sneered, causing the others to laugh around me. I suddenly lashed out. I twisted my body, my leg swinging around to hit his. My leg smashed into his, knocking him over in one clean sweep. He crashed onto his back, swear words forced from his mouth. The laughing stopped abruptly around us, two men trying to help him up from the dirty ground.
My senses suddenly picked up someone behind me. I swung around, smashing my fist into a man’s nose. He grunted, taking a shaky step back. Blood oozed from under his hand clutching his nose as two more men surrounded me, fists up in the air to attack.
“Come on then!” I screamed at them, spit spraying my mouth. The control over myself was quickly disappearing, the beast taking its usual place in order to overpower me. Punches were sent flying, both men screaming out in agony. I smashed my feet into the men curled up on the floor, repeatedly beating them. I grunted with every blow I made, blood oozing out from different parts of their bodies. Sweat poured out of me as I gave into the beast. I noticed one man lunging towards me from the side, but I merely punched him in the face, sending him flying. He crashed to the ground with a grunt.
I had no control left, this beast enraging me further. But my arms were suddenly wrenched back, pinned to my back. I was yanked back forcefully, stumbling into the person behind me. I screamed out, wanting more. They deserved more. But the person’s grip was tightening as I fought, tugging harshly on me. I turned my head sharply, my eyes widening as my gaze connected with a head of dark curls, angered green eyes piercing into mine.
My body weakened by his touch, letting him drag me to the bike. He shoved me onto the back, watching as I climbed on reluctantly. Harry jumped onto the front, quickly turning the key in the ignition. My breaths were sharp, painful as Harry sped away, leaving the men lying on the ground, groaning weakly.
The journey to the boxing club was silent, my hands weakly resting on Harry’s sides. The pure anger pulsing through my veins slowly diminished, the throbbing of my head fizzling away. Harry’s breaths were heavy, his muscles tense under my hands. He was really angry.
We gradually slowed down outside the boxing club, Harry muttering angrily to himself as he jumped off of the bike. I watched as he unlocked the gate before storming to the main door, swinging it open. He marched inside, his back muscles taut under his thin shirt.
I ran into the boxing room as Harry was marching towards the changing room. I overtook him and stood in front of him to block his path to the changing rooms. Harry sighed heavily, hanging his head as if ashamed to look at me. He tried shoving past me again, his head still bowed. I gripped tightly onto his shoulders, but he shrugged off my touch, finally lifting his head back up.
“You could have killed someone, Rosie,” he spat. “What were you thinking?”
“I was protecting you!” I yelled back, angry at how ungrateful he was sounding.
“If I hadn’t had stopped you, God knows what would have happened!” he raged, angry tears pricking his eyes. “You would have killed them, Rosalie!”
I shrugged, the beast still in my mind, controlling my every thought, feeling. Harry’s face turned to disgust, his head shaking at me.
“Don’t you care?” he screamed.
I stayed silent, remembering every living thing I’d killed. Of course I cared.
“I do care,” I said quieter, taking a small step towards him. Harry stared at me, his muscles gradually relaxing one by one inside him. “It pains me every time I hurt someone, just after, when the beast’s no longer overpowering me. Honestly, Harry.”
I felt the tears brim over my eyes. Harry sighed heavily, curling a finger under my chin.
“I believe you,” he muttered, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. A small smile crept on my face as his warm touch rubbed across my lip. “I just need to know you’ll stay safe. No stupid mistakes. You can’t afford to make any, Rosalie.”
I nodded up to him as one of his arms snaked around my waist, tugging me closer. His touch travelled from my chin to envelope me in both arms.
“I try, Harry. I really do,” I muttered into his chest. “I just don’t want you to think you’re not safe around me.”
He rested his chin on the top of my head, squeezing me tightly to his chest. “I know I’m safe,” he muttered, planting a soft kiss to my head. He breathed in deeply, his chest rising slowly under my head. He pulled his lips back from the top of my head, craning his head down to my ear.
“Let’s do something more calming today.”
I stared up at him, furrowing my eyebrows confusion. He winked down to me before sliding his hand into my mine to lead me to the changing rooms.