Cleo Horan
"What the fuck is all this, Harry?" I gaped at him as soon as he placed the last of the countless shopping bags on the living room floor.
And most of them were Gucci.
"Clothes, shoes... lingerie." He smiled at me, but there was something behind his eyes ever since he walked through the front door that just gave away he wasn't feeling alright. "You have nothing to wear, not that I'm complaining. But we'll need to get out of the house soon and I figured you'd want something of your own... I picked turtlenecks too."
He reached out his hand to trace his initials branded on my neck, making a chill go down my spine instantly with his sudden touch.
But he was easy to read when he didn't try to hide how he was feeling and maybe I was getting to know him better.
I knew he was worried about Zayn and upset, but this had to be about his father because he barely mentioned anything about their meeting as I watched him unload the car.
He was limping a bit, but I didn't ask what had happened yet, now I was just sitting on the couch and staring at this unnecessary amount of shopping. I rarely had time to shop, that's why most of my clothes were plain black and simple, I didn't care much about it.
I saved my money... Harry was a spender but I had it all in a savings account just in case. I had a feeling I'd need it someday, no one knew how much I had in there or even the fact I wasn't spending it on something else.
And I had a whole fucking lot of money, killing people was an easy way to get it.
"There are over ten bags from Gucci, why the fuck did you spend so much money on clothes that will probably get torn and destroyed." I furrowed my eyebrows and his wicked smirk proved that he had taken it the wrong way. "I mean while fighting."
"Sure you do." He sighed, grabbing a few bags and walking closer to me. "I bought a few things because they remind me of you, and money isn't a problem. Let me spoil you."
I shook my head, reaching out my hands to grab the bags and place them on the couch.
He was right, I had nothing to wear and I was currently wearing just a white t-shirt of his and boxers. I took a long nap before I managed to walk to the bathroom so I could finally pee and shower. The hot water was very relaxing and painful at the same time, I winced as soon as it reached in between my legs.
I also found some frozen lasagna in his freezer and that was my lunch.
Harry only had frozen food in this house, probably because of the way he traveled and he also seemed like the type who didn't cook.
But I had taken extra painkillers after I changed my bandages, so I felt pretty good in comparison with this morning... my pussy still needed some rest, though, but my muscles didn't seem as sore because of the meds and I had a feeling I'd need to keep some strong painkillers around Harry if he ever fucked me like that again.
Which I hoped he would.
I was just glad to be walking and doing things on my own, I hated being dependent or weak.. although I did enjoy feeling the soreness, it was a great reminder of the things we'd done. I decided to check the bags, realizing Harry was expectantly waiting for me to see what was inside as he nervously twisted the rings on his fingers.
And fuck.
He'd bought me Gucci boots that had a snake carved on the sole, it was the usual style of boots I'd wear if not combat boots and it was jaw dropping.
But that's not all... there was a beautiful black velvet top, with a turtleneck and the design of a snake near the open shoulder.
He'd also picked leather pants and sweaters, more turtlenecks... and then I reached a bag that had some very unexpected contents inside.
