Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 53

"How long are you staying?" he asks and I shrug. "It's a one way ticket so you're stuck with me." I tell him and he narrows his eyes at me. "I can send you home right now." he threatens but his threat was empty. I curl back down on the bed against his chest and lay my hand at his ribs. "You won't do that to me." I mutter and he puts a hand on my hip but I winced and pulled it away from my hip. "Sorry, is your hip hurt too?" he asks and I nod. "Yeah, it's just, very sore right now." I say and he pulls his hand away from mine. He was still very gentle and calm about it, which I was okay with. 

He pushed my shirt up an inch to reveal the bruising and then tugged the jeans down a little to see. "What did the doctor say about it?" he asks, running his thumb over it softly which I was timid about cause even I don't try to touch it. 

"I tore a ligament, and strained something in my knee." I tell him and he gently pulls the material back over it. "Do you want some ice?" he asks and I frown. "Only if you take some blood." I say and he frowns. "You're extremely lucky I don't have it in me to argue with you right now." he says flatly and gets up. 

He bends down into the little fridge and pulls out a bag of ice like he's used it before. I watched him as he looked at the ice when he walked back over. But before he put it on my hip, I pushed it away. "Get over here first." I order and he frowns. "Why are you so damn stubborn." He mutters annoyed and sets it down to the side before sitting back on the bed with one leg off the edge. I turned to my back to him and pulled my hair to one side. He steadied me with one hand on my upper arm and the other on my waist. 

He pressed his lips to my skin very gently, lightly caressing around my jawline. He was just kissing me. He wasn't biting. "Harry."  I scold and he stops and presses his forehead to my shoulder with a sigh. "I don't want to." he says defeated. "And I don't want to walk around with crutches for two months and I still do it." I comment and he sighs again, trying again. puncturing the skin and the familiar sharp pinch. He started out gentle then tightened his grip, even fully wrapping his arm around me, bringing his hand up to my forehead to pull it back. He fully sunk his teeth in this time, the stinging pain being relieved by his tongue. I gasped and grabbed his knee, getting nervous because I really wasn't in any shape to be doing any of this stuff. He lets out a struggled moan that made me swallow as his teeth hardened. 

He shifted and brought his hand down to my knee which made my eyes widen. "Harry, I'm not in any shape to be doing much right now." I tell him honestly and he lets go and pulls away, wiping his mouth which could be one of the hottest things he could do. "Right, sorry." he apologizes and returns to his quiet guarded self. I awkwardly turn around, and try to climb on him, using his thigh for support but he looked at me confused  and stuck a hand out to stop me cause he could tell I was uncomfortable. "What are you doing?" he asks and I end up laughing. "Trying to find a comfortable spot but it's not working." I laugh. "Why? You said you shouldn't be doing this?" he asks and I frown. "I can still kiss you, can't I?" I ask and his face softens. "Oh, then here." he says and pulls my free leg off to the same side off the bed  and pulls his knee up on the bed, pulling my chin over to his. 

His lips were fiery and needy and he didn't hesitate to sneak his tongue past. But it was obvious something was on his mind. He wasn't very focused at all. He even pulled away after a moment and sighed, rubbing his eyes and then I realized he was crying. "Caroline, I've done some things. Bad things." he says and I stare at him for a while and watch him as he tries to cover it up. His eyes were getting red again and his nose and cheeks pink. He was such a pretty crier. It wasn't fair at all. 

He even broke out into a full out sob and leaned over into his shirt. "Caroline, I can't keep doing this to myself. I don't want to live this way anymore." he sobs and pulls me into his chest from the side, his face buried into my neck. His arms shaking. He was a wreck. He was always the stable one of us. Not right now.