Bullied for Love

Him

He slowly rubs and lets his fingers delicately touch the darker parts. Suddenly, through my quiet meditation of recovery, I let out a small laugh

"ouuu hahaha" he looks at me and smiles.

"Ticklish are we?" he whispers with that cute smile...yes I said it..

"Ever since I was little" I whisper quietly looking into his eyes. We just stare at each other, no sound, just silence. But, I felt like we didn't have to talk. It felt as if we were communicating with our eyes and it felt weird, but good I guess. After a while of staring, he just swallows his saliva and cleared his throat.

"uhhmm, how am I doing?" he asks looking right at me.

"good" I simply reply looking down.

"I'll let that one fly by" he says & I just smile as he smirks at me.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I'm better than before, thank you harry"

I respond with a small smile
He just looks at me and doesn't smile, he looks sad and serious.

"Here's your medicine just to make sure you're alright"

he says getting the two pills and putting one by one in my mouth and then pouring water afterwards. I finished it, I felt well. I look over at him and he's staring right at me..Again

"Harry go eat"

He just simply shakes his head.

"No"

"You haven't eaten anything please, just go eat something, the same effect for me not eating is the same for you" I respond with sincereness. He just looks at me, and takes a moment to reply.

"Fine..but you're eating with me"

If I argue, he wouldn't eat so I just hesitate for a spilt second and then nod.

"Ok"

He smirks, gets up to go get some stir fry and I watch him. As he walks towards the kitchen, I notice his body is so god like. I mean the way his long legs just walk so swiftly and slowly everywhere he goes is just interesting to look at. His large yet long arms look like they could hold on to things with a good grip. His long muscular back that looks so good to scratch onto. I mean, touch..yes touch. His hands are so large!. Never have I ever seen someone who can hold so many things with just one hand! besides he strong..very strong, I should known because he's beaten me to death, by the way, I still hate him. Even though he's good looking. I escaped the daydream and continued to look at him. He looked same as usually, serious and awkward, Except, his muscles looked tense. Probably because he had a rough day! I should give him a massage, it might make him feel better and I'm known for giving good massages, ask my mum hahaha. Anyways, I watch as he walks his way back to me, he catches me staring and smirks. He sits down in front of me and I look over at the plate. There's only one fork

"Oh..you actually meant me eat with you?" I say

"Yes" he simply replies, I didn't want to argue again, it was getting old so I just nod. He grabs some stir fry on the fork and he gives some to me first. I eat it and the he gets some himself. We watch each other eat and it's kind of funny but weird. We don't talk at all. That's the weird thing, we just eat & stare at each other.

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Finally, after we both ate, harry cleaned up. He sat down on the other couch across from me, he sat back and closed his eyes. He inhaled a heep of air signifying that he's exhausted and his muscles looked tense so I had an idea like before.

"Would you like me to give you a massage?" I spoke quietly.

he shoots his eyes wide opened and slowly lifts his head to look at me

"What?"

"do you want me to give you a massage?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Your muscles look a little tense..and since it's been a busy day, I thought maybe you could relax since you've done quite a lot" I say with a small smile. He just looks at me confusingly
but then smirks.

"Well, I guess a little massage wouldn't hurt" he says getting up and standing towards my direction.