The Knight in Leather Armor

ch.56 Into the knight

His hand snuck down to my sides and I jerked away from his prodding fingers.

“Come on, Angie, don’t you like to be tickled?” he asked with a smirk.

“No, not really,” I shook my head and laughed.

Softly, he pressed his lips to my cheeks and the corner of my lips again and again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle in his dark curls. Harry smiled and kissed my neck.

I took his hand and intertwined my fingers with his. He took my hand and brought it up to his lips.

“Now I can’t ever let you go,” he told me.

Harry pulled the covers up and we spooned. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me gently to his chest.

I felt his heart beating gently against my back. I closed my eyes, listening to the rhythm of his heart drift me to sleep.

 And I knew there was nothing else we had to fight to be together.

 ***

There was loud knocking at the door. I jolted up in bed and pulled the covers up to my neck.

“Mr. Harold Styles, we know you’re in there. This is the police department for the state of New York, here to arrest you on the charges of illegal drug trafficking, police assault, and the rape of Miss Angela Lorenzo.

Police? Arrest? Rape!? What on God’s green earth is going on?

Harry woke and sat upright, staring at me with wide eyes.

“Harry?!” I whispered loudly.

He reached down next to the bed and pulled on his boxers.

“Harry, what’s going on?” I asked, my voice failing to mask my worry.

They pounded on the door. I grabbed my bra and underwear and I slipped them on quickly.  

“Angela,” he spoke calmly, taking my face in his warm, steady hands. He looked into my eyes. “I need you to do exactly as I tell you” he commanded calmly.

“Harry-” I started, but he interrupted.

He took my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him.  

“Listen to me, Angela,” he ordered, not asked. 

“You need to leave before they break this door down. You need to go to Danny-” he told me calmly. He picked up my shirt and pants and handed them to me.

“No, what about y-” I tried to protest, but Harry shook his head quickly.

“Angela” he said as he began to button up my shirt. 

“They’ll take you away” my voice cracked. No, they’ll take him away. Away. Away, it echoed in my head, making my mind whizz and whirr.

“They’ll take me if they see you. Now go down the steps from over the balcony” he said as he led me to the balcony.

“Skip the third step, it’s broken. And turn left at the bottom” he ordered.

I looked down the spiral staircase. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go. I refused to go without him. I turned around.

“But Harry, when will I see-” I tried to ask but he pressed his lips against mine and quieted me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, wishing I had half his strength and could keep him hostage in my arms- as he could do with me.

He eased my arms off of him and held my hands in his. I stared into his green eyes. He was afraid. I could see it. But he was not about to show it. He was determined not to go down without a fight.