Midnight

Chapter 31:

Izzy's POV:

I wake up and my eyes are so heavy I can't even open them. There is a throbbing in my head that seems to match the beat of my heart.

When I feel something move next to me my heavy eyes snap open. I have a moment of fear when I don't recognize where I am but when I look over to my right I see Harry fast asleep. I look back around and realize I am in his room.

"Harry?"

"Yes?" His voice raspy. His features are still soft with sleep and I can't help but stare.

"Why am I in your bed?"

He rolls to face me with a sigh. "I don't know if you remember or not but after our little talk last night you snuck out the window. I drove around for 2 hours trying to find you and when I was about to give up I found you sitting on a bench with Adam. I brought you back here cause it was closer." He looks at me like I am some porcelain doll that's about to crack. The sorrow in his eyes make my heart melt.

"Horse back riding Adam?" Is strangely the first thing I ask. Harrys eyes lighten and scan my face.

"You remember Adam?"

"Ya... Why wouldn't I?"

"What do you remember?" He looks eager.

"I just don't remember anything after getting to the party and talking to Tim." I try to pull back the memories but come up blank.

Harry suddenly has me pinned underneath him and is kissing me. All the anger melts away as his kiss is hungry and passionate. My hands by nature go to his hair and lightly tug. He breaks the kiss and buries his face in the crook of my neck.

"I missed you so much." He mumbles. He suddenly sits up but remains straddling my lap. "I missed these hands," He pulls my hands to his and plays with my fingers. "the way they always know what to do." He drops my hands and leans so our noses touch. "I missed your all-knowing eyes." He brings his hands so they wrap around my torso. "I missed holding you, they way your body knows how to fit with mine. I missed your soul, the pain and torture it's gone through but still remains intact. The way you turn that pain into strength," he sighs. "I even missed your protective emotional walls, how they always keep me on my toes." He dips back in and kisses me. I lose all control of my speech and allow him to explore my mouth. Once my brain clears up I break the kiss.

"Harry... I was only gone for two days... What's going on? You are freaking me out." I put my palms on his chest and push him back up into sitting position.

"You lost your memory last night."

"What?" The fuck does that even mean.

"I don't know, I got there and you just forgot everything." His eyes don't break contact with mine. I sit up, with his assistance, and take a closer look at his eyes. They are extremely bloodshot.

"Why are your eyes so bloodshot?" I bring my thumb up and trace around his eyes.

"Nothing." He takes my hands and brings them down between us.

"Harry tell me. It looks like you've been crying." His hair is slicked back probably from his fingers running through it so many times.

"You completely lost your memory Belle. You could remember my name. You wouldn't let me even lay a finger on you." He takes a deep breath. "I was so scared I lost you."

"I'm right here." I pull his head to my chest and play with his hair. I feel like I am comforting a frightened child. My hands move in a steady rhythm up and down his back and we just sit here, in complete silence.

"Your heart is beating awfully fast, are you having an episode?" He breaks the silence.

"This is just a lot of information to take in." I need to call Adam later and find out what happened.

"Sorry, I should have waited till your weren't so hungover."

"No, it's better I know now."

Harry moves his head and the sound of paper crinkling comes from my bra. He looks up at me with a puzzled face.

I retrieve what is in my bra. It's a one dollar bill. Harry takes it from my hand and examines it as I take another one out. I still feel something else in my bra and pull it out, it's a small business card, for a club, to work as a stripper.

"What the fuck." He takes the card from my hand. "You were a stripper last night!" He yells and I flinch away cause of the sudden volume change.



Harrys POV:

A stripper. I can't find her for 3 fucking hours and she becomes a stripper. I can't believe this.

I was worried sick and she was at a fucking strip club. I was having my worst nightmare come to life and she was at a fucking strip club. I WAS HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND SHE WAS AT A STRIP CLUB.

I can't help but wonder if this is how girls feel after a breakup.

The images of horny old men shoving money in her bra fills my vision.

"Harry I-"

"No! I don't wanna hear it!" I abruptly get off the bed. "Do you have money in your panties too or something? Jesus Belle how could you let this happen!" I tug on my hair and pace at the foot of the bed. Belle attempts to get but has to hold onto the side of the bed for balance.

The thought of anyone else looking at her like that. Touching here bra to put the money in, completely infuriates me.

"I don't even know what to do anymore! It's like one problem right after another!" Yelling feels good. I would rather be here, pissed beyond all belief, yelling at her than trying to tell her who she is.

"Harry-"

"I said I don't wanna hear it!" I snap. She makes it to the end of the bed with shaky legs and stands there holding onto the banister.

"But Harry-"

"No!" I turn so I can't see her anymore. "I can't believe you would be so stupid as to go get drunk and then strip around! I thought you were smarter than that!" I slam my fist against the wall and rest my forehead on it.

"Harry.."

"What!?" I spin to face her. She is on her knees on the floor and clutching her left arm, her whole body is trembling and tears are running down her cheek.

"I think I'm having a heart attack." Her voice is barley audible.

And just like that, my whole world came crashing down. Again.