(Okay so I was going to do this long rant but I am not going to waste my time, I read all the comments, all 2000+ of them. I took one day off to spend the holiday, so stop being rude. I would rather you not read at all then be rude. Also, keep in mind that I control the story, so don't make me kill Tessa off or have Harry and Molly get married :) Jk. I wouldn't do that, well maybe not so just stop with the rude comments about me taking one day off. Oh and for the girl who said, "Why are your chapters so short? Its annoying .." I update every day with at least three pages so if that doesn't satisfy you then don't read at all. That being said, all of you who read everyday and comment supportive things, nice things, random things, funny thing, your theories, even "update"(I don't mind those comments) I love you and hopefully the rude people here can learn from you! xo)
Harry doesn't even wince as I run the damp towel over his wounds. I dip the towel back into the sink full of water, attempting to dilute the blood from the white fabric.
He looks up at me as I stand over him. He is seated on the edge of the bathtub and I stand between his legs. He holds his hands up once more.
"We need to get something to put on your thumb." I tell him as I twist the towel to wring out the excess water.
"It will be fine." He says.
"No, look how deep it is. The skin is already purely scar tissue and you just keep tearing it back open." I scold him.
He doesn't say anything, he just studies my face.
"What?" I ask him.
I drain the pink water and wait for him to respond.
"Nothing.." He lies.
"I just can't believe you put up with my shit." He says.
"Me either." I smile.
"It's a lot of shit to put up with."
"Yea it is.." I say and watch as a frown takes over his face.
"It's worth it though." I add, meaning it.
He smiles and I bring my hand to his face, running the pad of my thumb over the pit of his dimple.
"Sure it is." His smile grows.
"I need a shower." He says and stands up.
He removes his shirt before leaning down to turn the shower faucet.
"I'll be in the room then." I tell him.
"Wait.. why? Take one with me?"
"Your mother is in the other room." I explain quietly.
"So.. it's only a shower. Please?"
I can not refuse him, he knows this. The smirk on his face as I sigh in defeat proves it.
"Unzip me?" I request and turn my back to him.
I lift my hair into my hands and his fingers find the zipper immediately. The black fabric falls to the floor and I step out of it.
"I like that dress." He tells me and removes his pants and boxers.
I try not to stare at his naked body as I slide the straps of my bra down my arms. When I am completely naked Harry steps into the shower, holding his hand out for me. His eyes rake down my body and stop at my thighs with a scowl.
"What?" I try to cover myself with my arms.
"The blood. It's on you." He gestures to the faint marks of dried blood.