angel. h.s ✔️

fifty eight.

"Should do this all day."

Yes, you really should.

The words were on the tip of my tongue but I forced them away as I nudged Harry's head in an attempt to stop from making me resemble a vampire victim.

"You need to clean your hands." I stated as Harry lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine and I flushed as my heart thudded.

"Have you got work today?" Harry asked quietly as he rolled and changed positions, barely letting me go enough so I could sit up as I shook my head.

"Can you clean them for me?" Harry whispered and my eyes snapped to him, I didn't understand the vulnerableness in his voice and I definitely didn't recognise it on his face.

"Where's your first aid kit?" I caved after a few moments and I kicked myself for waiting so long as Harry's face lit up in a smile.

"In the kitchen, I need to take a leak." Harry announced making me crinkle my nose.

The instance my feet hit the wooden floorboards I shivered and I caught Harry frowning at me but for once I brushed it off as I headed towards the open door with all intentions of getting a cup of coffee for the both of us and some paracetamol for Harry.

"Sunshine."

I was tugged backwards as Harry spoke, a grey jumper being thrust into my hands just as my lips were covered by his plump ones once more and I caved immediately this time as I lent up to kiss Harry back.

His lips twitching up around my own as one of his hands dropped and gave my bum a tight squeeze making me jump and pull away from him, a lazy smirk on his face as he winked and I rolled my eyes.

"Put it on, I know you're cold." Was all Harry said as he made his way towards the bathroom and I felt myself flush.

I pulled my own thinner jumper up and over my head before slipping into Harry's grey hoodie, the one I recognised from the last time I'd seen him and quickly making sure he was still in the bathroom I pulled the jumper over my nose and sucked in a deep breath.

Harry smelt fucking good.

"Did you make coffee?"

I jumped as Harry spoke and I turned just as he appeared into his kitchen and I gave him a small smile as I held up the cup for him. He'd changed but he didn't exactly look ready to go outside in the grey trackies and another black hoodie.

"Here." I held out my hand for him, the two white painkillers almost blending into the colour of my skin and I frowned momentarily, maybe I should buy some fake tan.

"Thanks." Harry grunted as he swallowed both tablets and took a long sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving me as I lent against the opposite counter.

I sucked in a shaky breath as I blinked away from him, I had to be an adult now and although I knew Harry more than likely already knew what I was going to have to admit, I really hoped he'd understand.

"This has never been opened." I said as I held up the tube of antiseptic cream and box of alcohol wipes, watching as Harry shrugged and I chewed my lip.

"Never needed them." Harry shrugged again as he dropped his empty mug into the sink and reached for me, my own mug discarded behind me as I gripped onto his outstretched hand immediately.

I pulled my legs up underneath me as I sat facing Harry on the sofa, the ugly blue bruise stared back at me and I realised I had a lot of questions. Number one being did my own bruises make him as sad as his made me?

Probably not.

I ripped open a wipe and carefully swiped each of his knuckles in turn, chewing my lip as Harry hissed several times making me mutter an apology, but really if he'd done this himself and earlier it wouldn't hurt so much now.