DARK

Untitled Part 2

CHAPTER 15

 

I walked back into my bedroom from changing my clothes in the bathroom. Harry propped himself up on his elbows as he watched me enter. The covers had fallen lower on his bare chest and I hoped to god his lower half was still clothed. I made my way over to the bed as Harry pulled the duvet back for me to slip in. It was warm, but goose bumps quickly rose on my skin as a strong arm dragged me closer to Harry’s body. There were a few minutes of silence before my mind wondered back to the picture in Harry’s flat. My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
“Who were the people in the photo with you?”
I felt his arm tense tightly round my waist. The subject was obviously something that touched a nerve. My body wriggled round in his hold, our faces close. Harry’s curls flopped onto the pillow as we both lay on our sides. His big green eyes stared at me as I felt his warm breath fan over my skin. I was about to tell him not to worry about it, but he quietly spoke.
“My mum and my sister, Jess.”
I noted that he and his sister looked nothing alike.
“They’re beautiful. Do you see them often?”
He lightly shook his head, his gaze falling away from my face. I could tell something wasn’t right. The hurt in his eyes, painfully clear.
“Harry.” He slowly rolled his head back. “What happened?”
I patiently waited as he seemed to be divided as what to say.
 Harry’s POV
 No-one had really asked about them before. Bo’s blue eyes peered into mine as she waited for me to say something. It may have been the fact alcohol still flowed through my system, giving me the push I needed, but it surprised me when the words fell from my lips.
“M-my dad used to hit my mum.” I stuttered.
 I watched as her eyes filled with concern.
“I tried to stop him, but I wasn’t strong enough.”
My eyes squeezed closed at the painful memories. My mum urgently pushing me into my sister’s room in a desperate attempt to keep him away from us. I remember sitting on the floor with Jess, my older sister’s arms wrapped round me as we tried to block out the sound coming from downstairs.
“But a year later my mum kicked him out, they split up and the beating stopped. That’s why I couldn’t believe it when Jess started going out with a complete bastard. She used to come home with bruises up her arms and when I asked her about them she would just brush it off saying she had fallen or knocked into something…she told me she loved him.”
I looked back to Bo, she had pushed her long hair back from her face. Her beautiful eyes locked on me as I continued to talk.
“Jess brought him home one night.”
*Flash back*
 I laid back on the sofa, aimlessly flicking through the TV channels trying to find something to watch. But the task left forgotten as I intently listened to the sound of voices in the hall. I turned the volume down attempting to distinguish what they were saying.
“For god sake, just say goodbye and let’s go.” He demanded.
 I heard a dull thump against the wall, my feet instantly moving towards the noise. I found him pulling her towards to door, her wrists held tightly in his hands. Her face displayed pain as tears slipped from her eyes.
“You’re hurting me.” She whispered.
 His head turned in my direction and I swiftly walked forward.
“Get off of her!” I shouted.
 I roughly grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back. Jess was released, her body slumping to the floor as she rubbed her sore wrists. My hands angrily fisted his t shirt as I dragged him outside. I was bigger, stronger than when my dad was around.
“What are you gunna do, Kid?” He taunted.
 I didn’t think. My fist slamming into his face, again and again. I shoved him to the floor, before climbing on top of him, hitting him. Blood covered his face, making my knuckles dark red as I brought my clenched fist back again. I pictured my dad as I repeatedly brought my arm down, thinking about all the times I wished I could have hit him, the man who was supposed to love my mum.
“Harry! Stop!”
My mind didn’t register the voices until my mum tried to pull me off.
“Harry, I love him. Please stop!” My sister cried.
 I continued to hit him until my arm ached, my breathing erratic. I forced myself up, not being able to look at the mess of a guy on the grass. My head turned to find my mum tightly holding my sister as she cried.
“Mum.”
I started to walk towards her, but she stepped back. The hurt I felt as I recognised fear in her eyes was almost unbearable. She was scared of me.
“Please, mum.” I begged.
 But she shook her head, urgently taking my sister back inside the house.
 *End of flash back*
 I intently watched Bo’s face as she processed what I had told her. She hadn’t moved from her position, still propped up on her elbow beside me.
“I nearly killed him in our back garden.” I spoke quietly.
 My vision fell to her lips which were parted but no words came out. She nervously fiddled with her fingers.
“Does that scare you?”
My heart sunk. There was no reaction from her.
“Do I scare you?”
 “No.” She didn’t hesitate to answer.
 I felt her grip my right hand. My fingers curled up in a fist before she gently pried them open.
“I just wanted to protect her, keep them both safe.” I paused. My body leaned slightly closer into hers. “I want to keep you safe.” I whispered.
 As I withdrew I noticed her eyes had closed. She opened them again as she slowly brought my hand up to her mouth. Her soft, warm lips delicately kissed over my knuckles as she held my eye contact. I allowed her to nudge my shoulder so I was laid on my back. Her body hesitantly moved so she straddled my waist. Her small hands roamed my chest before dipping her head, sprinkling kisses over my skin. I noticed her jump slightly as I rested my hands on her hips. But she continued her actions as my thumbs rubbed small circles into the warm skin below her t shirt.
 I couldn’t remember the last time someone had been this gentle and tentative with me. Normally it was rough, finger nails and teeth leaving marks over each other’s skin. But it was almost as if Bo wanted to kiss away the painful reminders and make me forget.
 Bo surprised me when she found a sensitive spot on the right side at the base of my neck. My throat released a deep moan. She instantly pulled back; wide eyes connecting with mine. Her long hair fell out around her as her vision flicked back to the area. I observed her as she cautiously leaned down again. I tilted my head a little to the side to allow her more access. My mouth parted, eyes squeezing closed as her warm lips touched over the skin as she gently sucked.
 A short while later she withdrew. But not before she planted a soft kiss to my injured lips. Her hands hesitantly travelled up to my hair, carefully twisting a curl round her finger. A low hum released from my lips as she combed her other hand through my hair. The muscles in my body had gradually relaxed with the delicate touches Bo had given me. I felt her eyelashes tickle my skin as she placed another kiss on my cheek before she lay down beside me.
“Bo.”
My hand caught hold of her forearm, pulling her into me. Her head rested on my chest as I snaked an arm protectively round her back. She didn’t object. I liked the way she felt against my body.
“I understand.” She quietly spoke into my skin.

CHAPTER 16

 

I jolted awake, to the sound of thunder. Bright flashing illuminating the window that had a thin layer of curtain fabric drawn over it. My sudden movement caused something to stir beneath me. Harry. I sighed, relief washing over me, glad to have been woken from the awful dream. The earlier events of the evening replaying in my uneasy mind as I slept.
 My body relaxed, reassured of the fact he wasn’t laid motionless in the dark alley, like he had been in my nightmare. I found myself in awe as the angry weather outside continued to provide striking flashes of light. Harry’s beautiful face illuminated for seconds at a time before the room was plunged into gloom again.
 Even in the dim light I could see his curls that were sprawled out on the pillow. Long eyelashes rested on the top of his cheeks. My eyes fell to his lips, the bottom one slightly swollen from the beating he had received. It was the most tranquil state I had ever seen him in. He was still apart from the steady movement of his chest and the occasional twitch of his fingers.
 My mind wondered back to what he had told me before we fell asleep. My heart ached with the obviously painful memories of his mum and sister. My fingers curiously touched over the warm skin on his stomach that had been revealed by the fallen covers. The touch travelled lightly up his chest, trailing up his neck. My fingertips ghosted over his lips before pushing back some of the curls from his forehead.
 He was trying to protect them. His mum’s reaction had torn him up inside, he was desperate to keep them safe, but his violent actions had frightened rather than reassured the women in his life. I could tell Harry couldn’t bear to go through another experience like the one he witnessed with his mum and dad. That’s why he lashed out at his sister’s lover.
 I didn’t want to justify the violent behaviour he displayed now, but I could certainly understand it. I began to believe Harry’s actions towards me weren’t something I should be scared of. But he still held that certain intimidating edge. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Harry shot up, the loud weather yanking him from sleep. His hands instantly finding mine, pulling me to his body as he breathed heavily.
“Harry, it’s just thunder.” I whispered, attempting to calm him down.
 His arms protectively wrapped round my body. My fingers moved in soothing circles across his bare skin as I gradually felt his muscles relax.
 ***
 I squinted slightly at the bright light peeking through the edges of the curtains. Harry was still asleep, mouth slightly agape as his chest rose and fell. I gently pried his strong arms from round my body, shuffling out of the bed. Harry rolled onto his front, face pressed to the pillow as he lightly snored. My hands quietly rooted through my drawers, pulling out clothes for me to change into after my shower.
 My head turned, eyes locking on the still sleeping figure in my bed before I shut the door to the bathroom. I washed and changed quickly. I checked my appearance in the refection of the mirror, pushing my long, wet hair back over my shoulders. My fingers gripped the handle to the door, but disappointment grew as my eyes landed on the bed. The sheets were a mess on the mattress. Harry nowhere in sight. He’d left.
 I sat on the end of the bed, my body flopping back onto the duvet. A few minutes passed before my phone buzzed. I scrabbled over to my bag that I had left by the door, pulling out my phone and unlocking it.
 Harry: “Be ready by 9 tomorrow night, I’m taking you out again. Wear a dress for me. x”
*Next Evening*
 Harry had taken me to a different club, one further across town. Yet again he seemed to be a regular, the large bouncer recognising him and letting us enter before the frustrated queuing people outside. A strong arm was slung round my shoulder, tugging me closer to his body.
“Your arse looks amazing in that dress.” He lowly whispered into my ear.
 I knew he had been checking me out. The walk to the club had been full of lingering glances and attempts to squeeze my bum. He would laugh as I yanked his hand away from my backside, only to drop a suggestive comment a few minutes later.
 I looked up to him, Harry’s eyes loitering on my chest before he met my gaze. He smirked before leading me over to the bar, where he was quickly served by a busty blonde. She shamelessly tried to flirt with him, only to be shot down. Either Harry hadn’t noticed her attempts to get his attention or he was ignoring her. Regardless of which, his interest stuck to me. Something I found a little surprising seen as the barmaid was very pretty. The drink was handed to me, the alcohol running down my throat and relaxing my tense posture. Harry’s position changed after the second glass I had consumed within the hour. His large hand grazed down my back, resting just above my backside as he forced my body into his. I whimpered at his persuasive actions. His head dipped, nipping at my neck, his scent taking over my senses. I was lost in his touch until his plump lips found my ear, his raspy voice adding to the seduction.
“Dance for me.”
He drew back, looking down confirm that I understood what he desired of me. When I didn’t respond he flicked his head over to the dance floor. Numerous bodies were moving and grinding to the thumping music. His hand encouraged me over to the spot he focused on. Harry’s warm touch left my lower back as I walked over. If it wasn’t for the 2 drinks I had consumed I might have objected to the idea. I turned round to find him sat up on a stool, directly in front of me. His dark gaze held mine as he leaned his elbows back onto the bar, waiting for me to comply to his request.
 I had danced at clubs before, but never for someone. My body hesitantly moved, not quite sure of what Harry was expecting. My mind jumbled but I decided it was best to just let go. Move however my body wanted to. My hips swayed to the heavy bass, feeling it thump through my chest. The alcohol in my blood stream aiding in my movements. My gaze fell back on Harry. His eyes seemed to grow darker as he drank in my body, scanning up and down. A smirk crossed his beautiful features as my hands slid down my body.
 My mind became aware of other male gazes, watching as I moved my hips. But none of them made any attempt to approach me. They knew I was Harry’s. I had never had this sort of attention before, but I carried on dancing. My only focus was on the curly-haired guy sat up at the bar. He brought his drink up to his plump lips as he stared at me over the rim. My head rolled back, long hair cascading over my shoulders. I felt like we were the only two people in the club.
 I smiled as Harry shifted on his seat. His feet touched the floor as he pushed himself up. His towering figure promptly strolling forward to me. I watched his smirk grow as I moved back. My stomach flipped when he gave me a playful look, winking. Swiftly I turned, weaving through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. My long hair tickled my skin as I twisted my head round to find Harry following me. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth, teasing him. A small giggle escaped my mouth as his eyes grew impossibly darker. His movements became a little more forceful, nudging people out the way to continue our mischievous chase. My gaze flickered back every now and then, already knowing I had him hooked. A few female eyes landed on Harry’s tall frame, but he didn’t care. His focus was solely on me.
 I found myself nearing the corner of the dark club. But I didn’t have time to turn around as a pair of large hands caught hold of my hips from behind.
“Where are you going, Love?” His raspy voice whispered into my ear.
 The heavy, slow base thumped around us. Harry’s strong arm snaked round my waist, his right hand staying on my hip. Plump lips pressed to my neck as we moved to the music. I gasped as Harry forced my hips back, my backside pressed firmly to his crotch.
“Can you feel that?”
I tensed, my breathing increased, a hard bulge pressing into me.
“That’s how much I want you.” He whispered lowly in my ear.
 His raspy tone sent shivers through my body. My head rolled back onto his shoulder as he ground his hips into me, my eyes squeezing closed at the contact.
“Harry.” I gasped.
 Small whimpers left my lips as I felt his chest vibrate in a low moan. His nose brushed the skin of my neck. Full lips leaving a wet trail of kisses.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
My hand went up, gripping the back of his neck. My fingertips pressed into the warm skin as he nibbled on my ear lobe.
“Tell me.” Harry encouraged.
 My free hand desperately fisted his t shirt behind me.
“Touch me, please.”
 “With pleasure.” He smirked.
 His hot touch skimmed down my side, lingering to rub small circles into my hip before moving lower. Harry’s actions went unnoticed by the others in the club. His larger frame shielding my body as our backs faced the rest of the room. The darker corner concealed our movements to the young people who were more interested in the person they were dancing with. My breath caught in my throat as a large hand ran up the inside of my thigh, slowly hitching my dress up. My lips parted as his fingertips skimmed over my underwear. Patterns were lightly traced over the lace, making me whimper. It surprised me when the pressure of his touch increased, my thighs squeezing together. Harry’s deep chuckle sounded in my ear as I felt the vibrations run through his chest behind me.
 I gasped when he went to push my underwear to the side. But I stopped him, my fingers wrapping round his wrist.
“Not here, please.” I begged
 In an instant Harry grabbed my hand, tugging me over to the exit.

CHAPTER 17

 

My hand was gripped tightly in Harry’s as he tugged me up the steps to his flat. I felt like my heart was in my mouth as he forced the door open before abruptly shutting it behind us. He didn’t waste time in ridding me of my jacket, hanging it up. The warmth of Harry’s touch could be felt on my lower back as a large hand guided me along the hallway to a door that I knew was his bedroom. My mind flashed through the images of what had happened last time I was here.
 I heard the door close before Harry came up behind me, my body jumping slightly as his fingers pushed my hair to the side. Plump lips were pressed to the skin of my neck, nibbling and sucking. I was suddenly spun round to face him, my chest rising and falling heavily. Harry could tell how nervous I was as he took my trembling hands in his large ones. He kept eye contact with me as he brought one hand up to his mouth, leaving a light kiss on the skin.
“I’ll be gentle.” He whispered.
 I watched him kick his converse off before slowly kneeling down in front of me. His large hands caressed the skin of my right thigh as he slid his touch down my leg. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“So soft.” He mumbled into the kisses that were left down my tingling skin.
 My leg was raised, hands gripping onto Harry’s broad shoulders as he took my shoe off. The process was repeated with the other foot, before he stood to his full towering height in front of me. Harry’s head flicked to his large bed, instructing me to move over to it, which I hesitantly did as he followed.
 He pulled me up so I was kneeling, sat up on the bed. My body facing away from him as he knelt behind me. A strong arm wrapped round my waist, decreasing the distance between us as my back pressed to Harry’s front. His lips hummed in my ear as I rolled my head back to his shoulder. My body tensed as I felt his hand cup my breast, gently squeezing as he went down. Harry’s touch sent tingles through my body. His strong arm held me as I squirmed against him. He skimmed his warm hand up the inside of my thigh, at the same pace he did in the club. A whimper fell from my lips as Harry’s fingers lightly touched me over my underwear. He began to rub over the sensitive area as my hips moved with the touch. I struggled to draw in breath, the feeling of his fingers jumbling my thoughts. My backside rubbed against his crotch as he increased the pressure. All the while his raspy voice whispered dirty things into my ear. It shocked me slightly as he told me all the things he wanted to do to me.
“Harry.” I breathily gasped.
 He groaned, his fingers then slipping into the front of my underwear. I cried out in surprise, no-one had ever touched me like this before. My body began to slump against his. My shaking legs finding it difficult to keep me up, even though my back was still pressed firmly to his front. Harry’s thumb gently moving over my clit, eliciting whimpers from my parted lips.
“Mmm.” He huskily whispered into my ear.
 Hot kisses were trailed down my neck as he continued to pleasure me. It startled me a little as Harry shifted, taking me with him as he sat on the edge of the bed. I still faced away from him, sitting on his lap.
“Up.” He instructed.
 I complied, lifting my hips slightly as he hitched my dress up to my waist. Harry’s large hands caught hold of my thighs, spreading them so my legs hung either side of his lap. My head lazily turned to catch a glimpse of Harry bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He sucked on them before pulling them out. Rough fingertips ran up the inside of my thighs before they dipped into my underwear again. But this time his middle finger teased my entrance. I knew he was being careful, easing the finger in gently. But it didn’t stop the small uncomfortable moans falling from my mouth. My head rested back on his shoulder again, struggling to breathe as he pushed in deeper. His strong arm gripped my waist in an attempt to stop me from wriggling.
“Good girl.” His raspy tone whispered into my ear.
 My body flinched as his finger swirled round before he slowly drew it out and pushed back in again. The steady pace allowed me to feel the ridges and joints in his finger. I felt Harry’s chest rise and fall quickly, his heart beat thumping into my back.
“Does that feel good?”
His knees parted my legs wider.
“Bo.” Harry demanded.
 I couldn’t speak, but my hand gripped his forearm, squeezing it. The pleasure pulsing through my body was overpowering. My lashes fluttering finding it difficult to keep my eyes open. Harry withdrew his presence, leaving wet kisses on my shoulder. He suddenly gripped my hips, pushing me up so he could stand. Large hands caught hold of my upper arms, spinning me round and nudging back to the bed.
“Sit.”
I sat on the end of the mattress, not really sure what he was going to do next. Harry crouched down in front of me so we were at eye level. His forehead pressed to mine, his sparkling green orbs not leaving my own. I flinched as he reached forward and pushed my underwear to the side, a long finger nudging into me again. His lips curved up upon witnessing my struggle for breath, whimpering. Seconds later it was pulled out. Harry moved back slightly and I watched as he brought the finger up to his mouth. My eyes widened as his plump lips wrapped round his index, taking it into his mouth and sucking. He hummed before withdrawing. A pink tongue sliding out and over his lips.
“Oh god.” He breathed. “I want to taste you properly.”
My body froze at his words. He stood to his full looming height as he instructed me to move back. I shuffled away from him as he crawled onto the bottom of the bed.
“Not so far.” He chuckled.
 Large hands gripped my ankles before he effortlessly pulled me towards him. Harry hovered over me, his full lips pressing to mine in a forceful kiss before trailing along my jaw to my ear. His teeth nibbled the lobe as my fingertips dug into his shoulders. Harry divided my attention as I felt his fingers loop into the sides of my underwear. He didn’t wait before slowly tugging them down my legs. My knees dew up to my chest. I felt my cheeks tingle with heat, Harry dropping the material to the floor. His strength overpowered mine as he carefully pried my thighs apart. He brought his bottom lip between his teeth as he scanned over me before his gaze travelled up to my face. A smirk spread on his mouth before he spoke.
“Touch yourself.”
 “W-what?” I stuttered.
“I want to see you touch yourself.” His deep voice whispered.
 He grabbed my hand, tugging it down in between my legs. I gasped at his actions. He raised his eyebrows, nodding at me to continue.
“Go on.” He encouraged.
 I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to look at him as I slowly moved my fingers back and forth over my tingling heat. Harry’s heavy breathing could be heard. My face was splashed with pink, I tried to focus on my touch and block him out, but I found it difficult as I knew Harry was intently observing. I brushed my fingers over my most sensitive spot, lightly gasping at my own actions.
“Holy shit.” Harry cursed.
 My eyes shot open when Harry gripped my wrist pulling it away from myself. His patience wearing thin, not being able to wait any longer.
“I’m gunna make you feel so good.” He moaned.
 His soft curls tickled the inside of my thighs as he lowered his head. A gasp escaped my lips, Harry nipped at the skin on my legs before I felt his hot breath fan over me. His head tilted up and connected with my nervous gaze. A grin was plastered on his face as he winked at me. Seconds later I felt his warm tongue lick up my centre. His large hands instantly went to restrain my thighs, keeping them apart so he could continue. I couldn’t control the whimpers and soft moans falling from my lips. It seemed to please Harry as he hummed against me. He found it amusing that I didn’t know where to place my hands until I settled with one fisting the sheets and the other wound into his curls. I heard and felt his moan against me as I tightened my hold in his hair, tugging slightly. The vibrations adding to the sensation. A small shriek escaped my mouth as his tongue darted out into my entrance. Harry seemed to be satisfied with my reaction as he repeated the pleasuring movement.
 I loudly gasped as his nose brushed my clit. He deeply laughed then flicked the end of his tongue against it. Pleasure shot through my body, my back arching up from the mattress. Harry drew back, watching for a few seconds before leaning down again.
“Harry.” I whimpered.
 He didn’t stop. His tongue and mouth working together as my chest rose up and down quickly. Plump lips wrapped round my most sensitive spot before he sucked. My body jolted with the new sensation, my breathing heavy and trembling from my parted lips. One of his hands left my thigh, his long middle finger teasing my entrance before slowly easing it in. My head rolled to the side, enable to do anything but feel as he pumped it in and out whilst sweeping his tongue across my clit.
 My head turned back at the loss of Harry’s contact. His face came up from between my shaking legs. I watched as he licked my excitement off his plump lips, before smirking at me. He moved further up my body. One hand supporting his weight as he hovered above me, the other resting on my hip. His dark eyes flicked from my wide orbs down to my lips. Harry’s mouth pressed to mine in a desperate kiss, his tongue forcing itself between my parted lips. I felt him laugh slightly as I gasped into him, his hand moving from my hip back to my centre. A few strokes were swept over my entrance before his finger pushed back in.
 Our mouths parted as he withdrew. Harry intently watched as I struggled to breathe beneath him, forcing a surprised whimper from my lips as his finger pushed a little deeper. His speed increased.
“Does that feel good?” His curly hair tickled my forehead as he came down closer to me.
 My hips shifted under him, squirming with his pleasuring movements. I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt a heat rise in my stomach. My thighs attempted to clamp shut but Harry’s body hovering between my legs prevented me from doing so. He could tell I was nearly there. I felt him decrease the distance between us, lowering his body down onto his forearm.
“Look at me.” He demanded.
 My eyes fluttered open, green orbs staring down at me.
“Harry…..Harry.” I whimpered softly.
 My lips parted, short, sharp breath forced out.
“Come for me….. You’re safe.” He whispered.
 I grabbed onto his hand, Harry quickly entwining our fingers as I struggled for air. His head went into the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking on the clammy skin. I squeezed his hand tighter as waves of pleasure burst through my trembling body.
“Bo.” Harry mumbled into my neck.
 I squeezed my eyes shut, the feeling overwhelming as Harry continued to pump his long finger in and out. His thumb rubbing circles over my clit as plump lips moved to my ear.
“I’ll keep you safe.” His raspy voice repeated quietly.
 My free hand grabbed hold of the back of his neck, keeping him against me as he kissed the spot behind my ear. My back arched up from the bed and into his body.
“Oh god.”
I had never had such an intense feeling. Harry’s touch tipping me over the edge, to reveal me in my most euphoric and vulnerable state. My mouth parted to release broken gasps. Slowly the tingly subsided, my body becoming exhausted as I fell back to the mattress. Harry held me close, almost as if he was afraid I would disappear. Soft kisses were left along my jaw until his mouth met my lips. My actions were lazy, unable to put much effort into the kiss after what he had just done to me.
“Good girl.”
My eyelashes fluttered, body still holding on to what was left of the feeling. Harry’s knuckles dragged across my thighs as he slowly pulled the hem of my dress down, covering me. My hips were held as he rolled us over, my limp body sprawled on top of his. The rise and fall of my chest began to even out as I rested all my weight on Harry. My head to the side, ear pressed to his chest as I listened to his thumping heartbeat. One arm wrapped protectively round my back and his free hand combed soothingly through my hair.
 Harry shifted slightly, moving us further up the bed. I surprised myself, tightly fisting his t-shirt between my fingers.
“Harry.” I whimpered.
 My arms clung round his neck, not willing to let him go. He settled onto the pillows, my body still draped over his.
“Shhh.” He quietly soothed, kissing the top of my head.
 We laid like that for a while longer, the only sounds heard were of our steady breathing. My fingers wiggled under the hem of Harry’s t shirt, wanting to feel his soft skin. He hummed as I traced small circles on his hip just above the band of his boxers.
 ***
 Harry’s POV
 I found myself disappointed as Bo removed her warmth from me, climbing off the bed. My fingers ruffled my curls, sweeping them to the side as I propped myself up on my elbows. I followed her movements round to the other side of the bed. My eyebrows came down in a frown, not sure what she was doing as she bent down. I couldn’t help but smirk at her flushed cheeks. Her fingers picking up her underwear from the carpet.
 Bo turned away from me as she struggled to pull them up her legs whilst keeping her dress down. I chuckled slightly, finding it amusing that she was still shy, despite what we had just done. I wandered over to my drawers, fingers fumbling to find a t shirt. Once found I walked over to her. She nervously fiddled with her hands before peering up to me. Her dark blue eyes were framed with long eyelashes. The pink in her lips was a little darker than usual; I put that down to our heavy kissing. She stood frozen as I reached out to her face, gently tucking strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.
 I still held the t shirt between my fingers as I leaned down to her. Our lips meeting for a few seconds before I moved to whisper in her ear.
“Did you enjoy that?” I paused.” Because I certainly did.”
A noticeable shiver ran though her body at my words. I trailed my fingers up her back before finding the zip to her dress. As I started to slowly pull it down she flinched back.
“Harry.” Bo whispered.
 I loved the sound of my name from her lips. My fingers continued to tug at the zip down. She was breathing heavily as I pushed the straps down from her shoulders, but she caught the material before it fell to the floor. I frowned, head flicking at her.
“Let me see.”
When she didn’t move I gently pried her hands away. The dress pooling at her feet. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth as I scanned up and down her body. Her arms moved up to cross over her chest, but I caught them before she could. The black lace underwear she had put back on moments before matched her bra. Her cautious gaze flickered up to my face before looking down at the floor. Her curves were breath-taking, but I had a feeling she didn’t know just how captivating she really was.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I helped her put on my t shirt, the hem falling to mid-thigh. My gaze followed Bo as she climbed back onto the bed, shuffling down into the covers. Her hand moved round her head, drawing her long hair over one shoulder before resting back on the pillow. We held eye contact for a few seconds before I frowned shaking my head. Curls fell down over my forehead before I shoved them back. I yanked my t shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor. She looked a little startled as I swiftly exited the room, down the hall to the kitchen.
 My hands tightly gripped the sink as I stood with my back to the door. I never had girls stay over. They would always leave after we had satisfied each other. This was strange for me, actually wanting to wake up next to a girl in the morning. Bo. The desire I felt to pleasure her overpowered my own need. Something that had never happened to me before. She calmed me. The presence of someone standing in the doorway behind me cut my thoughts off before I could contemplate further.
“Harry?”
My body turned to face Bo in the dim light. Her fingers gripped the doorframe as she leaned against it. Hair cascading over her shoulder as she peered at me. My eyes scanned down her tanned legs before making contact with her blue orbs.
“A-Are you coming back to bed?”
When I didn’t answer her bare feet padded across the cold floor tiles. Her small hand caught hold of mine, her thumb gently rubbing over the knuckles. I watched as Bo brought it up to her mouth, leaving a soft kiss on the back of my hand. She stepped back slightly, still holding onto me as she encouraged me out of the kitchen. I followed her.
 Bo guided me into my room and over to the bed. My jeans were quickly unbuckled and shoved down my legs as she leant over the mattress, pulling back the covers. The t shirt I had given her rose up slightly, revealing her black lace underwear. She squeaked as my hand went down to squeeze her bum. I deeply laughed at her reaction, knowing she would bat my touch away, which she did with a frown on her face.
 She hastily got under the covers, attempting to escape the touch of my wandering hands. I continued to laugh as I got in myself, tugging the duvet up. A huff escaped my mouth as Bo scooted over to the other side of the bed. She wiggled as I wrapped my arm round her waist, dragging her back to my body. Her back pressed firmly to my chest.
“You don’t have to be shy now, Love.” I chuckled.
 She tensed as the tips of my fingers lightly brushed the skin above the top of her underwear. I heard her whimper with my touch.
“Did I make you feel good?” I whispered, kissing the back of her neck.
 Bo’s trembling breath was the only response I received. She gripped my wrist, tugging it away from her crotch. The image of her underneath me as I pleasured her washed through my mine.
“Oh god. I want to see you come for me again…..soon.” I moaned.
“P-please.” She whispered.
 My hand moved further up her front, as she relaxed back into me. Bo didn’t object when I tangled my legs with hers. It amazed me how her body fit so easily against mine. A small smile crept onto my face as I felt her entwine our fingers. My large hand engulfing hers as I felt her slowly drift off to sleep in my arms.

CHAPTER 18

 

I had been awake for about half an hour, my body unable to move as Harry’s strong arm held me to him. My back was still firmly pressed to his front. Every time I would wiggle slightly, his grip subconsciously tightened, long fingers loosely fisting the t shirt I wore. A small giggle escaped my mouth as I attempted to escape a final time. Harry let out a throaty grunt. It surprised me when he gripped my hip, rolling me over to face him. His eyes were still closed but I knew he was awake. Dark curls lay messily on the pillow.
“Bo.” He raspy morning voice grumbled.
 Harry blinked his eyes a few times before they focused on my face. I had spent my sleepless state thinking over the situation with Harry’s family. My heart ached at the thought of what Harry and his mum and sister had gone through. No body deserved that type of treatment. I couldn’t help but think Harry partly blamed himself for the awful events. He felt powerless, unable to stop his dad.
“Harry.”
His green eyes pierced mine as he stared at me. I bit my lip, trying to form the words in my mind. I had no idea how he would react. Part of me was afraid he would be angry but I forced myself to speak.
“I-I think you should contact your mum.”
His forehead creased into a frown, full lips tightly pressed together. My heart beat loudly as I waited for him to say something, but he remained quiet.
“You should call her.” I stated quietly.
 He released a frustrated sigh, curls tousled as he shook his head. Harry’s large hands shoved back the covers. He swiftly got up, yanking on his grey joggers and storming over to the door way and down the hall. On some level I knew he would behave like this. My eyes squeezed closed, building up the courage to go after him. I wriggled out of the warm bed, my bare feet padding across the carpet to the door. A loud crash made me jump, the sound echoing round the quiet flat.
 My eyes fell onto the mess of broken plates on the kitchen floor. Harry was facing away from me. His heavy breathing could be heard as I stood still for a moment. My feet tip toed around the sharp shards of china that littered the tiles, my body stopping behind Harry’s tall frame. I hesitantly reached my hand up to his shoulder, my fingertips lightly pressing into the smooth skin.
“They’d want to hear from you.” I spoke.
 It startled me as Harry sharply turned. His face held an expression of anger as his green orbs locked with my blue ones. Dark curls fell messily round his face as I watched his jaw tighten, the thick vein in his neck becoming prominent.
“You don’t know that.” He harshly bit back.
 I watched his strong chest rise and fall heavily. The muscles in his stomach and arms tensed.
“And neither do you if you don’t try.” I retaliated.
 I gasped as Harry forced me up against the counter. My frightened gaze met his as fingertips pressed into my hips. I watched his features gradually soften before his large warm hands cupped the back of my thighs. I was forced to grip his broad shoulders as he effortlessly lifted me up to sit on the worktop. Our eye line was now almost level. My focus intently held his before he tried to turn away, but I caught his hand.
“Harry.” I whispered.
 I slowly brought his hand closer to my body, tugging him forward. He complied. My thumb gently rubbed over his rough knuckles.
“Please try.”
His body rested between my thighs. We stayed like that for a short time, listening as Harry’s breathing slowed. My right hand caught hold of the back of his neck. I leaned up to him, Harry’s eyes fluttering closed as I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. My lips moved round to his ear.
“They’re still your family….they love you.” I whispered.
 I gave him a small smile as I pulled away. As his mind processed my words my touch slid down. My fingertips traced his prominent collar bones before I pressed my palm flat to his chest. I felt the strong thump of his heart. My lips parted slightly as it sped up under my touch. Harry’s dark gaze was now trained on my face. Lashes fluttered as he leaned in closer, his nose brushing mine.
“That’s for you.” He whispered.
 I squeezed the hand I still gripped before bringing it up my chest. His large palm pressed just above my left breast, wanting him to feel exactly what he did to me. My blood pulsed round my body, heart beating rapidly. I feft the warmth of his touch through the t shirt I was wearing. Harry smiled, showing off his dimples as my hand slipped from his chest. He kept his in place, nudging my head to the side slightly as he kissed over my neck. I let out a breathy gasp as he began to suck and nibble on the tingling skin. Harry’s raspy laugh sounded and I knew he had felt my heart race with his touch. He drew back, a smirk gracing his plump lips.
“I love the fact that’s for me.”
My cheeks began to blush as I looked down. Harry’s touch travelled from my chest, his large hand cupping my chin and tilting it up to him. I felt his thumb gently rub over my bottom lip.
“Promise me you’ll at least think about it?” I asked quietly.
 Harry gave me a small nod. I smiled, leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek.
“For you.” He whispered.
 I smiled before wrapping my fingers round his arm as I attempted to get down from the counter. But Harry prevented my feet from touching the floor, hands cupping my thighs. His strength overpowered mine as he easily lifted me back up again.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“To clear up the mess.”
 “No, you stay there, I’ll do it.” Harry spoke before turning.
“I can hel..”
 “I don’t want you to get hurt, stay there, Bo.” He firmly instructed.
 I huffed shaking my head as I watched him bend down to the broken fragments of plate. His protectiveness was overwhelming at times. But at this rate he wouldn’t allow me to do anything. I slipped off the side and carefully walked over to him, cautiously avoiding the sharp pieces. My body crouched down opposite Harry, picking up the larger fragments.
“Bo, leave it.”
 “Stop it, Harry. It’s fine.”
He stared at me for a few moments. I watched his jaw as it tensed at my defiance. I knew he was used to getting his own way. But he had to accept the fact not everyone was going to comply to his demands. Harry’s eyes fell back to the broken plates, picking up the pieces.
 There were only a few small fragments left scattered on the floor. I reached out to retrieve one and throw it in the rubbish bag. My breath was sharply sucked in through my teeth. I brought my hand back to my body wincing as the blood seeped from the cut.
“What did I tell you.” Harry harshly spoke.
 He gripped my wrist, tugging me up and over to sink. I allowed him to place me on the side, my legs dangling over the edge of the counter top. The cool water was turned on before Harry brought my hand under it. I flinched as the liquid washed the blood away. His face held a frown. My hand was tilted back and forth as the wound was cleaned.
“You can’t protect me from everything.” I stated quietly.
 Harry’s expression softened before turning his head to me. Sparkling green eyes locked on my face.
“I can try.”

CHAPTER 19

 

Harry sat on the end of my bed as he waited for me to shower and change in the bathroom. I decided to wear shorts and a t shirt, the hot weather making it nearly impossible to wear anything else. I gathered my long hair together before tying it back from my face.
“You know, I still don’t mind if you change in here.” I heard Harry’s raspy voice through the door.
“Still not going to happen.” I called back.
 I heard him laugh.
“Oh, come on, Bo. I’ve already seen you naked.”
I blushed at his words, there was no way I was going to forget that. My mind had a difficult time thinking of anything else but, the way his large hands touched me. His fingers, lips, tongue. I had never experienced anything as overwhelming as that night. I was broken from my thoughts by a knock on the door.
“Booo.” Harry pleaded through the wood.
 I unlocked the door to find Harry leaning against the frame. A smirk was plastered across his beautiful face; dark curls flopped over his forehead as his green eyes scanned me up and down.
“Damn it, you’ve got clothes on.” He teased.
 I looked away from him, finishing off my hair in the mirror when I felt his warm hands on my hips behind me. His long fingers nudged my t shirt up slightly, tips tracing over my tingling skin.
“But we could always change that.” He whispered.
 Harry’s deep chuckle filled the room as I batted his hands away.
“Let’s go.” I tugged him out of the bathroom.
 ***
 Our fingers were entwined as we walked through the park. The sun beat down as children took part in games of hide and seek in the playground. My eyes fell upon a group of guys playing football. I could never understand how they were able to sprint up and down the grass whilst the weather was like this. Just looking at them made me feel hot.
 I almost couldn’t believe it when I had to take a second glance at one of the boys. Jake. Praying that Harry hadn’t seen him I tried to steer us off in another direction, but it was too late.
“Alright, Love?” Jake called over to me.
 Harry’s head turned in the direction of the voice. His hand squeezed mine before letting it fall to his side. I watched as his green orbs grew impossibly dark, eyebrows coming down in a frown. My hands pressed to Harry’s chest as he angrily attempted to move forward.
“Harry, stop. You can’t solve everything with violence. I know you’re smarter than this.” I pleaded.
“Bo, go and wait over there.” He stated without making eye contact.
“No.”
Harry looked down at me, annoyance crossed his features. Large hands gripped my wrists as he attempted to push me behind him. But I didn’t comply, wriggling out of his hold.
“Look at all the kids here. I know you don’t want to scare them. Just think about what you’re doing for a second.”
Harry’s sparkly green eyes locked on my face, realisation hitting him that we were in a park full of children in the middle of the day. This was neither the time or the place to start anything with Jake.
“You stay here.” I poked him in the chest.
 I could tell he was going to protest; I dragged him over to a bench and forced him down by his shoulders.
“Please stay here.”
His breathing was deep, chest rising and falling heavily. Harry didn’t move as I walked the short distance to stand in front of Jake who was smirking at me. The football was kicked back to one of his friends. Jake’s right eye dropped in a wink before he looked up to snigger at Harry. I turned to see him get to his feet, his jaw tensed and fists clenched. “Please don’t.” I mouthed to him. A sigh released from my lips as Harry held in place.
“Well, you’ve got Haz on a pretty tight leash. I didn’t think anyone would be able to have that sort of control over him.” He paused leaning down to me slightly. “You must be amazing in bed.” He whispered.
 I let out a sound of disgust.
“If you come near Harry or I again I’m going to go to the police and tell them that you attempted to rape me behind the club that night. Do you understand?” I told him sternly.
 Worry flashed through his eyes before he pushed it aside and laughed.
“I think you’re forgetting what your little boyfriend did that night. I’m sure the coppers would love to know how I got these scars.”
 “Defence. Harry was defending me from you. And anyway, who do you think the police are more likely to believe?” I stepped closer. “You or me?”
My words wiped the smirk right off his face. I turned to walk away before Jake spoke.
“Harry deserves you. Bitch.” He spat.
 I squeezed my eyes closed before swiftly spinning round to him again. Jake was smirking, assuming his comment had upset me. He wasn’t really prepared for the actions I carried out seconds later. My hand caught hold of his shoulder as I sharply jutted my knee up to his crotch. Pain etched into his features.
“Shit.” Jake strained as be bent over.
 His hands shielded the throbbing area, even a few of his friends were sniggering at him. I turned to see Harry grinning at me. He started to laugh as I neared closer.
“I thought you said violence wasn’t the answer.”
 “I did, but the little prick deserved it.” I admitted.
 Harry was still laughing as my hand gripped the back of his neck, tugging him down towards me. Our lips forcefully pressed together as I felt his arms wrap round my waist, bringing our bodies closer. Harry’s moan vibrated through his chest as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I let out a small shriek as his large hands gripped my hips before hauling me up over his shoulder and carrying me in the opposite direction across the grass.
“Come on, Love.” Harry deeply chuckled.
 ***
 Harry’s head rested on my lap as I aimlessly played with his soft curls. We were sat under a tree, in the shade and out of the heat. I noticed Harry enjoyed it when my fingers combed through his hair, finger nails lightly scratching across his scalp. I thought he had fallen asleep until his husky voice spoke.
“Bo.”
 “Mmm.”
 “Where’s your dad?”
I hesitated for a second, stopping my actions in Harry’s hair before continuing. His question had caught me off guard.
“Bo?”
 “I, umm..”
He shifted his body, removing his head from my lap to sit up in front of me. I smiled at his dishevelled curls before he ruffled them and swept them to the side.
“H-He died when I was 11.” I paused looking down at my hands. “He was in a car crash.” I spoke quietly.
 Harry’s large hand reached out to me, engulfing my smaller one.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
 My head rose to look up at his face, green eyes full of worry as he stared at me. I gave him a weak smile, before he opened his arms for me. A sense of protection washed over me as Harry pulled me down with him to lie on the grass. I felt safe. His lips softly kissed the top of my head.
“You loved him.” Harry stated quietly.
“Mmm.” I hummed into his chest.
 We stayed silent for a short time, the tips of Harry’s fingers tracing over my warm skin. The light of the afternoon was gradually fading as we stayed sprawled out on the grass. Harry’s touch moved up my back.
“I like your hair when it’s down.” He whispered.
 I didn’t object when he gently tugged the tie holding my hair up. The dark length flowed over my shoulders, Harry’s long fingers combing through.
“That’s better.”
I placed my hand on his chest, propping myself up slightly to place a kiss on his cheek. But he moved his head at the last second, our lips connecting in a lingering kiss. Dimples appeared as I drew back, a smile spreading across Harry’s face.
“Hey.” I playfully hit his arm.
“Beautiful.”

CHAPTER 20

Harry stood behind me in the mirror. I watched as his hands went behind his neck, fingers releasing the clasp of the silver chain. He had worn the necklace a number of times; I assumed the object held some significance to him. My voice remained quiet. I found my eyes fluttering closed as Harry dipped his head, his mouth nipping at my skin. I offered him more access, tilting my head away slightly. He took advantage of the opportunity, teeth lightly nibbling before swiping his tongue across my neck.
 My eyes darted open when I felt the cool sliver touch my chest. Harry carefully attached the necklace round me before letting the paper plane pendant rest in the valley between my breasts. He intently observed my actions in the reflection, trying to determine my reaction. My fingers went up to fiddle with the new addition round my neck.
“I-I…” My mouth unable to form words.
“I want you to have it.” Harry whispered.
 His curls tickled against my skin as he kissed my cheek.
“Harry.” I spoke quietly.
“So that people know you’re mine.”
My body spun round in his hold.
“I-Is that the only reason you’re taking me tonight, t-to show me off.”
I pressed my hands to his chest, increasing the distance between us. He frowned at me, shaking his curls. A huff fell from my lips as I brushed past him towards my bedroom. I gasped when Harry slammed the door closed before I could exit; my body was forced up against it.
“You know damn well that’s not why.” His raspy voice holding annoyance.
“Then tell me.”
His eyes darkened at my request, his level of irritation increasing. But I didn’t care. My orbs watched, waiting for his lips to move but they didn’t. He stayed silent. My gaze fell away from his face, not being able to bring myself to look at him. I shoved Harry away in aggravation. He allowed me to open the door and escape into my bedroom. I sat on the end of the mattress, looking down and fiddling with my hands. Harry slowly walked into the room. He hesitated for a moment before moving closer to me.
“I want you with me.” Harry quietly spoke.
 His large hands gripped my shoulders, gently pushing me back to the bed. My hair fanned our around me on the duvet. Hovering over me, Harry’s head dipped, nudging mine to the side. My eyes fluttered closed as his plump lips came to my ear.
“You’re beautiful, intelligent.” He kissed the spot just below my ear. “Cute.” I blushed, my cheeks tingling with heat as Harry chuckled. “Innocent.” His voice lower and deeper than before. A gasp fell from my parted lips as a large, warm hand slid up the inside of my thigh. “Feisty.” His tone became mischievous. My fingernails dug into his shoulder as his tongue ran a line up in between my breasts. I felt Harry nibble the skin of my chest before taking the necklace pendant between his teeth, playfully tugging at it. He released it seconds later, watching it fall to my chest.
“I want you to have it.” Harry paused. “T-To show how much I care about you.” He spoke quietly.
 Harry peered down at me, hesitant of my reaction. My heart fluttered at his words, a smile appearing on my face as my cheeks blushed. He looked a little relieved that I hadn’t panicked a pushed him away. I raised my hand to his neck, gently pulling him down. My lips ghosted over his before moving to his ear.
“I care about you too.” I whispered.
 ***
 We had arrived at the event organised by Harry’s friend, Sean, about an hour ago. I had met him briefly once on the night at the club I had tried to push from my mind. It was held in a very modern art gallery. Sean’s striking work was displayed on the contrasting bland, white walls. I was introduced to a blur of people who I had no chance of remembering their names. It was busy in the vast exhibit, lots of people discussing the hung paintings. I was left to wander round as Harry went to get us drinks.
 I found myself captivated by one particular picture. My eyes scanning over the dark colours. I stepped closer intrigued by the image in front of me. It was of a boy and girl. His arms were wrapped protectively round her smaller frame, her long brown hair flowing in the breeze. They held each other, almost as if they were afraid of letting go. My mouth fell open slightly as my gaze fixed on the boy. He was taller. His hair in dark curls. You weren’t able to see their faces as they cuddled into each other. A darkened forest was the background to their loving embrace. The chosen location held something of an eerie nature.
“Here you go.” Harry handed me a glass.
“I-I….”
 “What?” He smiled.
 I turned to the painting. He stood behind me, arms wrapping round my waist as he rested his chin on my shoulder. I felt Harry’s hold tighten as he absorbed the image in front of us.
“Do you like it?”
I was startled as Sean came to stand beside us. My head turned in his direction, Harry lifting his from my shoulder. I nodded.
“It’s beautiful.” I spoke. “They look like they’re in love.”
He smiled at my words, glancing to the painting then back to us.
“It’s inspired by you…both of you.” He nodded towards Harry and I.
 I must have looked a little bewildered as I glanced back to the picture; Harry moved to stand the other side of me, our arms brushing. My mind jumped around trying to process the information. It was clear the curly haired boy wanted to protect the girl he held lovingly in his arms. He wanted to keep her safe. Harry.
“I’ll see you both later.” Sean spoke, breaking the silence.
 My focus was still on the painting as he walked away. Seconds later I felt a warm hand slowly travel down my arm. Harry entwined our fingers, squeezing gently. His thumb rubbed over my skin. My body subconsciously moved closer to his.

CHAPTER 21

 

“Harry?!” A squeaky voice echoed.
 He spun round, taking me with him as we watched a busty red-head near closer. Her black dress was tight, leaving little to the imagination. Fiery hair draped over one shoulder.
“Shit.” Harry mumbled under his breath.
 He gripped my hand tightly in his. I glanced up at him questionably before the female approached us. Her voice snapping my vision back to her.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s you.” She gushed.
 My eyes took in her appearance, heavy make-up, large earrings. She would have been pretty if it weren’t for the vast amount of cosmetics plastered over her face. I frowned as her hand playfully rested on Harry’s chest as she not-so-subtly pushed her breasts out. There was something telling me she already knew Harry was attending the event. Her acting was quite unconvincing. I couldn’t explain the feeling rushing through me. All I wanted to do was tell her not-so-politely to remove her touch from Harry.
“Hi Kim.” Harry greeted almost pained.
 My lips parted slightly in disbelief as I watched her palm slowly slide down his long torso. The unnecessary, lingering touch irritating me. My eyes darted up to Harry, a wincing expression on his face.
“I haven’t seen you in bloody ages, where have you been hiding, gorgeous?” She suggestively asked.
 Was I completely invisible to her? I cleared my throat, her sharp eyes then falling on me. A hint of annoyance crossed her features before she spoke.
“Who’s this?”
Harry tugged my body a little closer; his other hand resting on my hip.
“This is Bo. Bo, Kim.” He gestured back and forth.
“Are you two together?”
My eyes widened slightly, she didn’t beat around the bush. Her bluntness throwing me. Before either of us could answer someone called over to Harry. I recognised Sean’s voice as he asked for Harry to meet another one of his friends.
“I,umm…” Harry stuttered.
“Go, I’ll look after her.” Kim instructed.
 Thankfully the small scoff I released went unnoticed by Kim who was currently grazing her lustful eyes up and down Harry’s body. I didn’t need anyone to “look after” me. I glanced to his face, his features holding uncertainty. Big green eyes flicked warily from me to Kim.
“Go.” She encouraged.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” He told me before placing a kiss on my cheek.
 The smile faded from my face as Harry jogged away and I was left with the red-head. She grabbed my hand, tugging me over to a bench positioned to view the artwork on the walls. Kim immediately dropped the fake act as soon as he was out of hearing range.
“A girl like you shouldn’t get mixed up in someone like Harry…. He’s dangerous.”
I instantly knew she thought I was too innocent for him. I had a feeling Kim believed she was better suited. There was no doubt in my mind that her and Harry had been together. My head turned to look at her.
“He’s not dangerous.”
She scoffed at my reply.
“You obviously haven’t seen him in one of his many fights then.” She mockingly laughed.
“I have.” My focus left her and fell upon Harry. “Twice.”
The injuries Harry had inflicted on Jake were something not easily forgotten. Not to mention the state Harry himself was in when Jake took his revenge. When I glanced back to Kim her eyebrows were raised slightly, surprise etched into her features.
“And you’re still with him. Thought it would have scared you off, you know, seeing him like that. Harry can be frightening at times.”
I brought my glass up to my lips before Kim continued to speak.
“Despite his temper, Harry was the best sex I ever had.”
My drink came spluttering out of my mouth, to which she laughed. Apparently she had no shame in talking to an absolute stranger about her past sex life. I knew my reaction to her blunt choice of words was the one she was searching for. Utter shock. It only encouraged her to continue, especially knowing Harry and I were close.
“Oh god, the things he could do with that tongue.”
My vision swept back to Harry and almost on cue his tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. I felt my heart flutter as he turned his head to us, his right eye dropping in a wink before he gave me a cheeky grin.
“Ugh, and those plump lips. Jesus.” I noticed her hand come up, lightly fanning her face.
 She laughed. My head turned towards her once again.
“I bet you have no idea the potential that mouth has.” Kim sniggered.
 Little did she know I had already experienced the wonders of Harry’s intimate touch. It was clear she only saw Harry on a sexual level. But I wasn’t surprised. Her thoughts of him going no deeper than what he could do with his mouth. I found myself shaking my head in disgust. Harry was so much more than that. The conversation made me believe she knew nothing of his past, putting his violent behaviour down to wanting an alluring bad boy image. Harry trusted me, he trusted me with something he had told no-one else of. My eyes fell back to Kim. Her features held a hard edge before she smirked at me.
“I’m just popping to the loo.” She almost sang.
 I nodded, not really fussed about her departure. I would rather be on my own than have her forceful company. My eyes flickered round the room, searching for any sign of Harry. But his dark curls couldn’t be found from my position. My height proving a disadvantage.
 I absorbed the artwork as I weaved through the groups of people admiring the paintings. The space around me felt like a maze, not being able to see over people’s heads for any sort of distinguishing feature. I frowned upon hearing a squeaky laugh I knew only to come from my recently strayed company. Her shock of red hair was easily identifiable as I neared closer to the girlish giggling.
 I soon discovered why the annoying sound had ceased. My heart felt like it was in my mouth as I watched Kim. Her lips were pressed tightly to Harry’s, back towards me as they stood in a hidden corner. But I knew she wanted me to see. Fingers fisted the fabric of his t shirt under his blazer. Her other hand wound tightly in his curls as she held him in place. I couldn’t stop the moisture beginning to fill my blurry eyes. The sight in front of me made me feel sick. I felt pathetic. I had been so naïve to trust him.

CHAPTER 22

 

Harry’s POV
 My hands darted up to push Kim away by her shoulders. She seemed a little surprised by my forceful actions. Anger washed through my body as a seductive smirk spread across her features. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, gliding over her lips. She hummed in satisfaction. I tightly gripped her left wrist before she could touch over my chest again.
 That’s when I saw her. Bo. She was stood a short distance away. Tears threatened to brim over her watery eyes as she stood staring at us. A look of despair over her face as her lips parted. Her fingers urgently brushed away the moisture rolling down her cheeks as she refused to meet my gaze. Bo’s head turned to the right. I knew exactly what she was going to do. Run.
 I watched as she hastily weaved through the people in the room. She quickly disappeared, her small height enabling her to hide amongst the groups. I was about to chase after her when long nails dug into my bicep. Kim looked up at me expectantly, my irritation growing stronger. I wiped her lip gloss from my mouth with the back of my hand in disgust.
 Her eyes widened in fear as I shoved her back into the wall.
“Don’t come near Bo or I again. You hear me?” I spat.
 I knew she was scared. But at that moment in time I couldn’t care less. Kim had seen me at my most hostile; I had a feeling my violent behaviour was a turn on for her. But neither she nor any other girl had ever been my target. I refused to take my anger out on a woman. I would never be like my dad. Trembling breath forced from her mouth as she shook in my hold. I released her wrists. My body turning away from her and heading for the exit.
 I hastily yanked the door open, my eyes scanning the darkened street for any sign of the fleeing girl. Seconds later I spotted her. Long, dark hair flowing down her back as her feet carried her at a quick walking pace along the path. She passed people giving her sympathetic looks.
“Bo!”
She didn’t stop. Her speed increasing at the sound of my voice as she tried to escape. I needed to talk to her. My legs pumped as I jogged after her. I didn’t care if we were causing a scene. The only person I was worried about was Bo.
“Bo, wait.”
 “Leave me alone, Harry!” She shouted back.
 It confused me when she slowed a little, before her hands tugged off her shoes as she hopped forward. She stumbled slightly before regaining her balance. Bo’s pace increased considerably as she sprinted down the pavement barefoot; her shoes tightly clutched in her right hand. I cursed, continuing to chase after her. The wild thumping of my heart beat against my chest as she disregarded the cars, running straight across the road. Beeping horns echoed through the night air, but Bo took no notice. It hurt that she was so desperate to escape me.
“Bo, stop!”
I continued to follow her. It surprised me at the quick pace she maintained. Even with our noticeable height difference and my longer legs, she still managed to keep me running trying to catch up with her. Bo led us through gates to a park. The surroundings were dimly lit along a path by a large pond. It put me on edge slightly, the eerie nature of the environment. The darkness between the trees not a comforting sight. There was no way I was going to let her run off on her own, not here. I noticed her smaller body start to tire slightly; quickly I took the opportunity to reach out to her.
 Bo’s POV
 The burst of adrenaline I felt was beginning to fade. My mind became increasingly aware of the tiring muscles in my legs. I started to panic a little when I realised how close Harry was. His heavy breathing could now be heard, the sound combining with the sharp gasps of air emitting from my mouth.
“Are you bloody crazy, you could have gotten killed?! Don’t run off like that again.” Harry shouted behind me.
 I winced as long fingers tightly wrapped round my left wrist. My body was yanked round to face Harry. His bold actions surprised me, my shoes slipping from my hold to the grass. The burning image of him and Kim together pushed to the front of my mind. I ground my teeth as my right hand flew up connecting with his cheek. The force turned his head.
“Get off.” I spat.
 However, Harry seemed unfazed by my harsh words. He released my wrist, not giving the tingling pink of his face a second thought. My shoulders were forced back to a tree trunk, my body flinching at the contact. Harry’s large hand gripped my chin, attempting to turn my head to face him. But I resisted, shoving his touch away. I knew my defiance was irritating him; Harry being so used to having his own way.
“Stop it.” I cried.
 I found it difficult to meet his gaze. The aching of my heart still heavy in my chest from what I witnessed a short time before.
“I didn’t kiss her.” Harry raised his voice.
“How can you deny it? I saw you.” I spoke unbelievingly.
 He shook his head in aggravation, curls falling out of place.
“She kissed me.”
I frowned. My vision fell down to the ground between us. My bare feet looked tiny in comparison to Harry’s converse. I wiggled my toes, the damp grass beginning to chill my feet. My anger seemed to die down slightly with the cool air. I closed my eyes remembering the displeasure on Harry’s face when Kim had approached us.
“Bo.” Harry spoke quietly.
 Why would he kiss her if he didn’t like her? I whimpered upon feeling his hot breath on my skin. The sensation seeming to warm my whole body. My head turned away; his nose lightly brushing my cheek. His alluring smell taking over my senses.
“Bo, you have to trust me.”
I felt my defence diminishing as Harry’s warm lips ghosted over the corner of my mouth. When I didn’t move his gentle touch travelled to my jaw, sponging kisses to the tingling skin. But my mind quickly cleared the haze of Harry’s intimate affections. My hand slid into his hair. He moaned slightly as I fisted his soft curls between my fingers, tugging at them to increase the distance between us.
“I want to know that this is real.” I whispered.
 The intensity in his eyes took my breath away. He made me feel weak, my grip loosening in his dark curls as he neared closer. My eyelashes fluttered as his nose brushed mine.
“I’m yours.” He whispered. “If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”
His words left me breathless. My overwhelmed focus unable to stray from his beautiful face. I watched a small smile play on his mouth as my bare feet stepped onto his converse. It provided me a little more height to lean up to him. I brushed my lips delicately over his. Sparkling green eyes closed as I lightly sucked on his plump bottom lip. Large hands held my hips; fingertips pressing in deeper when I spoke.
“I want you.” I whispered.
 My feet stepped down, back leaning against the trunk of the tree as my body was forced together with Harry’s. I gripped his strong shoulders in an attempt to keep myself standing. The seemingly simple task was proven to be more difficult as he ground his hips desperately into mine. Whimpers fell from my parted lips as I revelled in the sound of Harry’s throaty groans. Breathy whispers repeating his name. Dark curls tickled at my skin as he dipped his head. I winced, his mouth assaulting the crook of my neck, sucking, biting. I was sure to have a reminder of this heated embrace.
 Our breathing was heavy as Harry reluctantly drew back. He took his slightly swollen bottom lip between his teeth, staring down at me.
“Be my girlfriend.” His raspy voice spoke quietly.
 I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement. But I didn’t care. A dimpled smile grew on his beautiful face as I nodded. My arms wrapped round his waist, squeezing. I heard him chuckle before he engulfed me in a protective hug. I nuzzled into his chest as he kissed the top of my head. The darkness surrounding us didn’t frighten me. Harry’s warm embrace ridding me of my worries and fears. I felt safe.
“Come on.”
I still held Harry’s waist as we walked across the grass and out of the looming trees. My fingers clutched the back heels of my shoes. A strong arm was draped over my shoulder before we got to the path. I gasped as I was effortlessly lifted from the ground, bridal style. Harry grinned, my lips pressing to his cheek as he carried me from the park.
 ***
 We stood at my front door. I couldn’t help but shyly smile as Harry brought my hand up to his mouth, leaving a kiss to the back of it. His touch was soft and warm. I played with his long fingers, his gaze never leaving my face as he stepped closer. My chin was tilted up to him. The kiss was passionate, tongues moving together with the urgent need to feel each other.
 Harry left me breathless. The tips of my fingers running across my lips almost to check that his kiss was real. A small smile crept onto my face as I witnessed his pink tongue slip out, licking over his full lips, savouring my taste.
“Stay tonight.” I whispered.
 He gave me a small nod, our hands entwining as I led him into the house. The door was closed, Harry locking it behind us.

CHAPTER 23

 

“You alright?” Harry asked.
 I wasn’t completely ready to fully give myself to him. And without directly speaking the words I knew Harry was aware. He stood at the end of my bed, his newly exposed chest was revealed to me. His blazer and t shirt left strewn across the floor. He waited for my small nod before pulling open his belt. The metal buckle clinked as the button on his jeans was popped, the zip being dragged down. I lay intently watching as he undressed before me. My heart rapidly racing as more of his smooth, tanned skin was revealed. I kept my underwear on, a baggy t shirt covering my torso as I clutched the thin cover to my chest.
 Harry’s plump bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he gazed over me. I shyly smiled, cheeks blushing slightly. I heard him chuckle before shoving his trousers to the floor. He stepped out of them, climbing onto the end of the bed. Eyes dark as he held my contact.
 I nervously gulped as Harry slowly crawled up to me. The thin sheet separating us rubbed against my bare thighs as he rested his body in between them. His face lowered to mine, plump lips placing kisses to my cheeks then my mouth. It startled me slightly as his hips were gently rolled into mine. The friction created forced me to gasp for air. The actions seemed much more intimate now than they had in the park. A change in atmosphere, not as desperate. The pace slower, more romantic but just as intense. Our lack of clothing adding to the feel of heated affection.
 Harry’s beautiful face was dimly illuminated by my twinkling fairy lights. His mouth falling agape in pleasure as he kept our eyes locked. I couldn’t help but whimper, our crotches rubbing together through the white sheet. He released a throaty groan as I swivelled my hips. Our heated movements were having an increasingly apparent effect on Harry. The bulge in his dark boxers becoming stiff against me.
 Lips were hastily pressed to mine is a heavy kiss. The sounds emitting from our mouths caught by one another. My hand travelled up to his hair, combing through the soft curls before fisting them between my fingers. Harry groaned in approval. The distance between our panting bodies was decreased, my breasts pressing to his hard chest. I lightly tugged on his ringlets, guiding his head to the side as I placed kisses down his neck.
 Harry’s erection was desperately straining against the black material of his boxers. He looked almost pained at the restriction. I found myself wanting to please him. Despite my lack of experience, I knew Harry’s pleasure would be intensified without the limiting confines hugging his lower half. My hands hesitantly reached out. Green orbs shot open as my fingers wriggled into the elastic on his hips.
“Bo?” Harry asked questioningly.
“It’s alright.” I whispered.
 I kept my gaze locked on his face, edging the underwear slowly down his thighs. Our heavy breathing filled the heated room. Harry’s large hands took over, pushing them down his ankles and dropping them to the floor. I couldn’t help but gasp as his naked body pressed to me, the thin sheet the only barrier preventing me from feeling his hot, bare skin. My fingertips traced his strong shoulders, nails suddenly digging in as his hips rolled against mine. His weight was rested on to his forearms either side of my head. His naked body providing somewhat of a shield. My hand travelled up gripping the back of his neck. Our lips pressed together in a messy kiss as Harry revelled in the new freedom given to him.
 The thin sheet between us began to feel suffocating on my body; Harry’s movements becoming a little more desperate. Fingertips trailed down his toned back; sweat glittering the clammy skin as he worked against me. I smiled upon hearing him lightly chuckle in response to my small hand gently squeezing his bum. The intense pleasure coursing through my veins was a feeling I had only ever experienced with Harry. Regardless of the situation we were in, his presence provided me with a sense of safety. There was no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t fiercely protect me.
“Bo.” Harry’s raspy voice strained.
 I knew he was close, his face nuzzling into the crook of my neck. Teeth nipping at the tingling skin as Harry desperately tried to delay his release.
“Harry….let go.” I whispered.
 I watched in complete awe as he rolled his head back. Harry’s torso pulled away from me slightly, displaying his strong chest and prominent collar bones. My lips parted. I couldn’t quite get my head around the beauty above me. I had grown accustomed to an unmistakable darkness Harry held, but this became increasingly difficult to believe. My eyes scanned over him in wonder.
 He looked like an angel.
 I almost felt like I shouldn’t touch him, scared that he would disappear. Hot breath puffed over my skin as his face returned to mine. Eyes were tightly squeezed closed as he held onto the remaining bursts of writhing pleasure pulsing through his body.
“Shit.” He breathily cursed.
 I smiled, his profanity making him appear more human. The wet heat Harry had released could be felt through the thin sheet as he ground his crotch into mine. His movements become irregular, slowing down as exhaustion engulfed his body. I watched as a pink tongue slid from his mouth, gliding over his swollen lips. Long lashes brushed my face as he lowered his head pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. Harry’s green orbs sparkled as he smiled down at me.
 I wriggled as Harry attempted place his hand under the sheet. His hot touch skimmed down my stomach until it met the top of my lace underwear. But I stopped him before he could slip his long fingers in. A confused expression crossed his face.
“You didn’t finish.” He explained.
 His hand moved to carry out the actions I had previously prevented.
“No.”
My fingers wrapped round his wrist, tugging it out from beneath the warm confines.
“It’s alright.” I told him.
 I didn’t feel I needed a release. Just watching Harry come undone above me had brought me another indescribable pleasure. He peered at me curiously before a small smile curved on his plump lips.
“I’m still trying to figure you out.” He spoke quietly, a hint of teasing in his raspy tone.
 ***
 Harry’s deep laugh echoed round the room, my eyes tightly closed as he removed himself from the bed. From previous experience I knew Harry wasn’t shy when it came to intimate situations. I had a feeling he was fully aware of the effect he had on not only me, but everyone who had seen him without clothes. But as I pondered over the thought, I realised he still had the same captivating influence over me even when he was fully dressed.
“Bo, I don’t mind.” He told me.
 I listened blindly to his words. I knew his comment was in reference to me seeing him naked. But I couldn’t open my eyes. I don’t know why, maybe it was because I felt like I should respect his modesty.
 The sheet was tugged from over me. I assumed Harry had taken it to wrap round his waist. My eyes opened, adjusting to the dim light once again. The fairly lights hung up round the walls of my room still held a pretty glow. My gaze followed the sounds of Harry as he moved across my floor.
 My eyes widened slightly as I watched Harry stroll over to the bathroom door. He was still completely, beautifully naked. His back was kept to me but he turned his head, a wide smile gracing his face as he cheekily winked at me. Dark, chestnut curls tousled on his head after my fingers had repeatedly run through them. The muscles in his back expanded and contracted as he moved. I watched him place the sheet in the washing basket. His fingers holding his boxers before disappearing into the bathroom.

CHAPTER 24

I smiled, waving goodbye to Poppy as I left work. My Vans scuffed along the pavement as I started the walk home. I rummaged around in the bag over my shoulder, pulling out my Ipod and unwrapping the headphones. The buds were placed into my ears, flicking through the songs until I found a good walking beat.
 My vision aimlessly wandered along the road, not taking much notice of my surroundings. The breeze picked up slightly, lifting my hair from my shoulders. I turned a corner, taking the short cut I always did across a car park. But I had to take a second glance as my eyes fell on a large black vehicle. One of my headphones was removed as I strolled a little closer. It had to be his car. I recognised part of the number plate.
 I spun round on the spot, searching for the tall curly-haired guy that made my heart flutter. My disappointment surprised me a little. My gaze flicked to the building that the car park belonged to. It was some sort of gym. I found myself curious, wandering over to the entrance. My hands pressed to the glass door, struggling to open it. Once inside I wrapped my head phones up and placed my music back in my bag. The reception area was large. A number of doors leading off into different parts of the building. The white walls were littered with fitness posters. A woman at the desk smiled at me, a gesture which I reciprocated.
“Can I help you, Miss?”
I turned my head, having to tilt it up to see a rather tall, muscular man. His large frame intimidated me. I think my nervousness was apparent, as his stern face soon transformed into a friendly smile.
“I, umm..is Harry here?” I asked hopefully.
 He looked at me for a second, his eyes taking in my full appearance. Confusion flashed his features before he spoke.
“Styles?” His deep voice questioned.
 I nodded.
“Yeah. He’s…” His head turned from side to side. “Come with me.”
I followed the man into a massive training room. The smell of testosterone filled my senses. There were numerous people scattered round the space. All of them working out, lifting weights, doing press ups, taking swings at punching bags. My eyes were drawn to the middle of the hall, a large boxing ring in the centre. Worn ropes surrounded the raised fighting platform.
“He’s right over there, Love.”
He pointed over to a corner. I thanked him, expecting him to walk away but he seemed interested in the situation. I began to walk over to where two guys were stood barefoot on blue mats. Harry’s curls were instantly recognisable, some small ringlets stuck to the nape of his sweaty neck. The sleeves of his grey t shirt were rolled up his strong arms. My eyes scanned down his long legs which were covered by dark blue shorts. He kept his back to me as the other man sprung on his feet.
“Again!” Harry’s raspy voice shouted.
 The guy stood opposite him took a swing at the strike pads Harry held out. He easily absorbed the impact, instructing him to make a left hook.
 I didn’t interrupt. Instead I wandered over to a table up against the wall, lifting myself up to sit cross-legged on the surface. I removed the strap of my bag, placing it beside me. My eyes intently watched the actions being carried out before me. Harry’s muscles flexed as he continued to take hits to the strike pads on his hands. His back was to me, but the guy who was throwing the punches curiously peered round Harry in my direction.
 A giggle escaped my mouth as Harry hit him round the back of the head with one of the pads.
“Don’t take your eyes off your opponent.” Harry told him.
 They laughed, playfully nudging him in the shoulder.
“Well, what if it’s to look at her.” He replied, smiling.
 Harry swiftly turned to see what he was talking about. A confused frown etched into his sweaty features before he focused on me. The deep dimples in his cheeks popped, a grin gracing his face. I gave him a small wave.
“Let’s take a break.” Harry told the guy who he was training with.
 The gloves and strike pads were removed from their hands. Harry bent down to retrieve a water bottle from the floor before strolling over to me.
“Hello, Beautiful.”
 “Hi.”
He stopped in front of me. His height towering above.
“How’d you find me?” He asked enquiringly.
“Oh, I recognised your car outside. I was walking home from work.” I replied.
 A blush crept onto my cheeks as he stared at me. He only had to look at me with those sparkly green eyes and butterflies erupted in my stomach. I quickly chose to change the subject, not certain how much more of his intense gaze I could handle.
“You’re a personal trainer.”
 “No.” He shook his damp curls, smiling.
“No?” I replied.
“I’m a boxing trainer.”
My eyes widen slightly.
“Wow.” I mumbled in disbelief.
 He chuckled, gripping the hem of his top and bringing the material up to his forehead. I couldn’t help but linger on his stomach as he gave me a nice view of the toned muscles. I had a feeling the action was carried out more for my benefit than his. My suspicions were confirmed, a cheeky smile spread across his plump lips as he brought the clothing back down. His forehead free of glittering droplets. I shyly smiled as he winked at me. Harry took a swing of water from his bottle, his tongue gliding over his lips as he replaced the cap.
“How come you’re a boxing trainer?”
His eyes locked on mine, smile dropping slightly. Harry moved round to sit beside me on the table. When he didn’t reply, I playfully nudged his shoulder. He lightly chuckled before turning to me.
“The job helps me manage my anger problems.” He spoke quietly. “Well, it’s supposed to anyway.”
We sat talking for a little while longer as Harry cooled down. I noticed a few people repeatedly glancing at us. Their slightly confused expressions made me question if they had ever seen Harry act this way round a female before. I knew from rumours and hearsay that his reputation with women wasn’t the best. Harry’s raspy voice broke me out of my thoughts.
“You wanna have a go?” He smiled.
“Oh..I…”
 “Come on.” He laughed.
 Harry stood up, placing the bottle beside me. His fingers went to the zip of my hoody, pulling it down and ridding me of the clothing. Harry then bent down, removing my shoes. I giggled, wriggling my toes as he pulled my socks off. Large hands held my hips as he lifted me from the table, my bare feet touching the cool floor. My fingers were entwined with his as he led me over to the ring. I watched as Harry climbed onto the edge offering a helping hand, tugging me up after him. The ropes surrounding the ring were held open for me to duck through.
 I walked round the surface, wondering how many boxing matches had been held here. My vision quickly drew back to Harry who was grinning as he intently observed me. His body leaning against the ropes.
“Do you fight?” I asked.
 Harry shook his head.
“They, err…They told me it was too dangerous for me to fight. That’s why I train instead.”
I tilted my head to the side, not completely understanding his explanation. He noticed.
“Apparently I punch out of my weight class.” Harry paused. “It wouldn’t be safe for my opponent.”
My mouth made an “o” shape, not being able to respond verbally to him. I had assumed Harry was just angry when he took his aggression out on other males. That’s how he was able to use his strength to beat someone who was of a larger build than himself. But I didn’t realise it was something he possessed normally, without being provoked or angered. My mind flicked back to when I took Harry to my house. The night he had taken a substantial beating from Jake. Harry was drunk and outnumbered. He wasn’t able to defend himself because he wasn’t coherent enough.
 I gripped the ropes surrounding the ring as I slowly walked round the edge, back to Harry. I found myself drawn to his arms, curiosity taking over. My right hand hesitantly reached out to him. Fingers only managing to wrap round part of his toned arm. I could almost feel the strength Harry emitted. The power behind every punch he had given. I couldn’t help but feel intimidated by him. Harry’s frame was built much larger than mine, his height towering over me. If he ever turned on me I wouldn’t stand a chance. The eerie thought chilled through my body. It was almost as if he had read my mind, his head dipped down to my ear. My forehead rested against Harry’s shoulder, fingertips pressing into the warm skin as he spoke.
“I would never hurt you.” Harry whispered.
 I closed my eyes, his words giving me a sense of protection and safety. We were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. My head darted up to see the man who had led me to Harry earlier. He had a smug grin plastered on his face before Harry told him not-so-politely to go away. He laughed before strolling off towards the door.
 ***
“Have you done anything like this before?” Harry asked.
 He helped me in putting on the gloves as he spoke.
“No, but I feel tougher already.”
Harry laughed at my comment.
“Well, I think we both know you can slap the shit out of someone twice your size.”
 “Hey.” I protested whilst laughing.
 I playfully hit him in the shoulder with my right boxing glove. He pretended to wince, rubbing over the area with his hand. A small giggle escaped my lips as I nudged him to stop. Harry moved to stand directly in front of me.
“Right, so this is a simple defence. You bring your forearms up like this to deflect a punch. It’s called a block.”
I watched as Harry drew his arms together, bringing them up to protect himself.
“Like this?”
I attempted to copy him.
“Yeah, but try not to raise them too high. Otherwise you risk exposing your middle.”
He playfully poked me in the stomach to prove his point. I laughed as Harry moved to stand behind me. I was vaguely aware we were being watched by multiple pairs of eyes from round the hall, but my focus stayed with Harry. My back lightly touched his chest as he brought a strong pair of arms round to my front. His large hands gripped my elbows, repositioning them lower.
“That’s it.”

Tom’s POV
 A few of the guys watched on as Harry continued to teach the girl how to block. It was weird, none of us had really seen him like this before. He was being cautious, perhaps overly so as he grinned at her. She flicked her head, attempting to rid her vision of the hair that fell over her eyes. Harry’s laugh echoed before he reached forward to her, tucking the loose waves behind her ear.
“Is that her?”
I turned to see Danny, his expression questioning as he nodded towards them.
“The girl? Um…Bo?”
 “I think so.”
When asked if Harry was seeing someone, he would normally laugh, shaking his head. He was never really one for serious relationships. To be honest, I don’t think I’d ever seen him in anything vaguely considered a relationship. But when asked the question again a couple of days ago he reacted differently. He became stern, a little defensive. Obviously the thought of one girl in particular crossing his mind. The only information revealed was her name and even that he was protective over. Bo.
 We stood and watched. They were playful with each other. I had never seen Harry look so happy. His eyes constantly trained on her as she swung a right hook to his hand.
 Harry was always the one to pull first when we went out to a bar. I guess the ladies were drawn to his dark demeanour. The bad boy image he emitted proved to be an alluring attribute when attracting the opposite sex.
 I curiously sat back against the wall, taking a sip from my bottle of water. Danny went back to his training as I watched them interact further. Bo definitely wasn’t Harry’s usual type and it made me wonder where they met. How could two people so different be completely captivated by each other? They shouldn’t be compatible.
 The only way I could describe the relationship in front of me, was darkness and the light.
 Harry leant down, whispering something into the girl’s ear. Her face flushed slightly, looking to the floor of the ring. Harry chuckled before placing a kiss to her cheek. She retaliated by lightly punching him in the stomach. He managed to dart his arms out at the very last second as Bo jumped up to him. His hands cupped her thighs but the action must have caught him off guard as they went tumbling backwards.

 Bo’s POV
 Harry stumbled back, falling with me on top of him. I giggled, apologising as he let out a groan, his eyes squeezed shut. My body wiggled before he caught hold of my forearms.
“Hold still.” He laughed.
 His long fingers fumbled to remove my gloves. Once they were off I gripped his wrists, pinning him to the ring floor. Green eyes sparkled up at me, a smirk crossing his full pink lips.
“I surrender.” He joked.
 My fingers pressed into his warm skin.
“Do I win?”
His smile faded slightly. The intensity of his gaze made me feel weak. A certain darkness could be felt as he focused on me alone.
“You win.” He whispered.
 But we were soon broken out of our own little world. My cheeks blushed slightly as I looked to the side. I was still on top of Harry. A knee either side of his waist. I had forgotten we were in the middle of a gym. The ring in the centre of the floor attracting numerous pairs of eyes as I pinned Harry.
“Oi, Oi!” A guy cheered. “Get in, Styles!”
 “That’s it.” Harry abruptly spoke.
 I let out a small shriek as he rolled me off him. He stood, bending down before gripping my hips and lifting me over his shoulder.

CHAPTER 25

 

Bo’s POV
“I’m just going to shower and change. Won’t be long.” Harry spoke before kissing the top of my head.
 I had stayed and watched him train until the session ended. The hall was nearly empty as equipment was packed away. Harry obviously enjoyed his job. But I had a feeling he longed to be the one in the ring, instead of watching from the side lines. But I wasn’t surprised they didn’t allow him to fight. Just the thought of what his opponent would look like at the end of their boxing match brought goose bumps to my skin.
 I watched as he turned away for a second. But it startled me as he quickly spun again. Harry’s body backed me up against the wall. Big green eyes sparkled as large hands held my hips. Hot breath puffed over me, dark curls tickling my cheek as his plump lips moved to my ear.
“That’s if you don’t want to come and help me.” He whispered seductively.
 His raspy voice sent shivers through my body. I struggled to compose myself. Harry always left me a little flustered. I giggled as his nose brushed my neck, my hands batting him away.
“Alright, alright. Wait for me, Love.” Harry laughed.
 ***
 Harry’s POV
 I hauled my bag onto my shoulder, checking I had everything before making my way out of the changing rooms. Bo was right where I left her but Tom was now sat next to her. They didn’t notice as I stood leaning in the darkened door frame. They were talking; Tom swigging water from his bottle. I watched as Bo brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle at something Tom had said. My jaw tensed at their interaction. I didn’t like it. Bo was mine.
 She smiled shyly at him, cheeks blushing slightly. My bag dropped with a thud to the floor, both of them sharply turning their heads towards me. But I noticed neither of them made an effort to move away from each other. I strolled over to where they sat. Bo smiled up at me. But my attention turned to Tom.
“Alright, mate?”
I gave him a tight nod.
“Bo, we’re going.” I told her.
 She didn’t argue, lifting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. Tom swiftly stood up by the side of me. When his hand reached out to help her up I couldn’t stop my fists from clenching. I desperately tried to keep calm for Bo’s sake.
“I’ve got her.” I spoke sternly.
 Tom frowned in confusion but withdrew his hand anyway.
“Harry?” Bo questioned.
 I gripped her smaller hand in mine, tugging her into my side. She barely had enough time to say goodbye to him before I had guided her over to the door, swiftly picking up my bag and leaving. We walked at a fast pace across the tarmac to my car. The night was drawing in rapidly, street lights beginning to flicker on.
“Harry what’s wrong?”
I felt Bo tug on my hand, attempting to get me to stop. My heavy duffle bag slid from my shoulder to the floor. She let out a surprised gasp as I gripped her hips, lifting her up onto the bonnet of my car. Bo’s legs hung off the edge, my body moving in between her thighs. Removing her bag, it was placed on top of my larger one. I caught hold of her wrist, bringing it up to my mouth. My lips pressed wet kisses to the soft underside. Her breath became a little sharper with my touch. My gaze hardened on her.
“Do you like him?” I asked between kisses.
“W-What? Who?”
I smirked, knowing my actions were jumbling her thoughts. My body moved in slightly closer, free hand resting on the top of her leg. I slowly ran my touch up and down her thigh, squeezing every so often.
“Tom. Do you like him?”
I nudged the sleeve of her hoody up higher, allowing me more access for my lips to trail up the inside of her forearm. Bo’s long eyelashes were fluttering with the intimate attention she was receiving.
“Yeah, he’s sweet.” She spoke.
 Anger washed over me. I gripped her thigh tightly, keeping her on the bonnet. My mouth pressed hard to her skin, sucking harshly at her words. My eyes stayed locked on hers, Bo’s lips parting in surprise and discomfort. She whimpered trying to break her arm free but I tightly held it to my mouth.
“Harry.” She winced.
 I released her arm seconds later. Her fingers brushed over the red mark and she grimaced at the sore skin. Bo raised her head looking questioningly at me, not sure why she deserved such a harsh response. I felt my jaw clench as I leant into her. Small hands were placed on my shoulders but her attempts to keep me away proved unsuccessful. My lips brushed her neck before I spoke.
“Do you want him to kiss you?” I whispered. “Take you to his bed?”
She gripped my hand still holding her thigh, prying my fingers from her.
“Let me down.” She huffed, moving her hand to press to my chest.
 She slipped from the bonnet as I took a step back. I looked down at her, Bo’s face expressing annoyance. It surprised me when she pushed me up against the side of the car.
“Ugh, God. You’re so possessive and you overreact, Harry.” Annoyance hinting in her voice.
 I watched as she huffed, stomping away from the car across the tarmac. My jaw clenched, feet moving after her and round to the back of the vehicle. The boot was unlocked, carelessly chucking our bags in. I slammed it shut before swiftly walking in Bo’s direction. Once I reached her small frame, my fingers wrapped round her wrist tugging her to me. I smirked, holding her body to mine. A sigh fell from my lips with the feeling of her back pressed to my chest. Bo squirmed slightly as I dipped my head down to her ear.
“He could never make you feel as good as I do.” I whispered.
 My lips made contact with the skin just below her ear, sucking gently. I loved to pleasure her. The feeling I received whilst watching her writhe with my touch was something indescribable. I wanted to hear her gasp and whimper. But I wasn’t getting the reaction I desired to see this time. Even when I nipped at the warmth of her neck, Bo still remained stationary, refusing to give in to me. Her resistance towards me made me chuckle.
“Let’s see how long you can hold out, shall we?” I challenged quietly.
 My tongue licked a hot stripe up her neck before my arm knocked her legs out from under her. Bo’s wide blue eyes made contact with mine. My arms held her to my chest and I winked at her before walking over to the car. The back door of the vehicle was tugged open. I placed Bo down onto the dark leather. She reluctantly shuffled away with my close proximity as I climbed in, shutting the door behind me. I laughed, gripping her ankles, tugging her to me, Bo’s body laid back on the seating. My hands rummaged in the bag of clothes I kept in the back of my car before tugging out a thick jumper. I folded it, Bo’s body tensing as I leaned over her. I gently lifted her head up, placing the clothing under.
“I want you to watch.” I whispered.
 It surprised me how well she was doing so far. Bo’s defiance not faltering for a second. But then again, I hadn’t really started yet. My hands pushed her legs up so her knees were bent, allowing me to rest in between them.
“I know you like this.”
I started to kiss down her neck, taking time to gently suck every now and then.
“Bet he wouldn’t know you have a sweet spot just here.” I whispered, before nibbling on the small area where her neck met her jaw.
 I drew back smiling, her eyes were obviously closed as I carried out the lingering actions of my lips. But they flew open just in time to meet mine. She made herself appear uninterested, bravely holding my eye contact. Her blue orbs widened slightly as I brought her hand up to my mouth, pressing my lips to the back. I fiddled with her fingers before sliding them into my hair. Bo knew if she made any attempt to play with the curls, I would win. I also knew she was dying to fist my ringlets between her fingers but she remained stubborn. I liked this game.
“I’ll make you forget about him, Baby” I mumbled.
 She intently watched me unzip her hoody to reveal her t-shirt underneath. The bottom of Bo’s top was nudged up to uncover her smooth stomach. The softness of her skin was one of the many features I loved about her. I don’t know why but it reminded me of how innocent she was. My head dipped, lips barely touching over the expanse of her middle. Delicate kisses were pressed to her, but the only response I received was a slight increase in breath. I smiled when my nose grazed just above her belly button, Bo subtly flinching, fingers lightly twitching in my curls.
 I raised my head smirking at her. Her face stayed emotionless. I moved forward to lean over her. Bo’s hand slipping to the back of my neck. I placed my weight on one arm to the left of her head. My free hand hovered over her chest before my index hooked into the neck of her top. I slowly dragged the material down lower, revealing more of her soft skin. My tongue wetted my lips as I stared down at her. The material of her top bunched up over her breasts. Her stomach and top of her chest exposed to me. But she still stayed frozen looking up at me. I smiled, fiddling with the pendent round her neck; she hadn’t taken it off since I gave it to her. My teeth caught hold of the chain, playfully tugging at it before it fell to her chest.
“Mmm, you smell good.” I moaned as I dipped my head.
 My tongue darted out, leaving wet spots all over her chest. It was when I blew over the cool dots that her fingers slid back into my hair, tightly fisting my curls between her fingers. The beautiful sound of her gasping filled the quiet backseat. I’d won. Smiling, my face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. I playfully growled, lightly biting at her skin. Her body flinched when my hand skimmed down her front, grazing her breasts and over her stomach. The hold in my hair tightened as I attempted to pop the button of her jeans.
“Harry.” She breathily spoke.
 I didn’t stop until my head was tugged up.
“We were talking about you…I asked Tom about you.”
I stared at her for a second, taking time to absorb and process her words. My mouth opened to say something but closed moments later as I remained speechless.
“I don’t want him.” She protested.
 Bo surprised me with her dominating actions. I lowly moaned as she pulled me up by my hair, my face level with hers.
“It’s only you.” She whispered.
 I smiled, resting my forehead on hers, inhaling her trembling breath. Our lips continually brushed but we didn’t kiss. Bo’s words were something I’d never heard before. Despite the amount of women I’d been with, not one had told me I was their only one. My fingers entwined with her free hand, squeezing gently. When our lips did finally meet in a kiss my heart was thumping heavily against my chest.
 I didn’t want anyone else, it was only Bo.

CHAPTER 26

 

Bo’s POV
 I couldn’t help but giggle against Harry’s lips as he groaned. The ringing of his phone echoing round the quiet car.
“Harry.” I mumbled.
 He didn’t respond, his mouth continuing to leave wet kisses to mine. My fingers pressed into his shoulders, attempting to nudge him away. But instead of complying he lowered himself further into me. I rolled my head to the side laughing. Soft lips trailed down my neck as I traced my fingertips down Harry’s back. He chuckled as I felt over his bum for the phone in his back pocket. I pulled it out, handing it to him. He playfully huffed taking it from me. I smiled, pushing back some of his curls as he stared down at me.
“Answer it.” I whispered.
 His fingers routinely touched the screen, big green eyes still intently trained on me. It was pressed to his ear as Harry hovered my body. One strong arm supporting his weight.
“Hello.” His raspy voice spoke.
 His face changed slightly at the voice on the other end of the line. Harry tilted the phone away from his mouth before he spoke.
“I need to take this.” He whispered.
“Ok.” I smiled.
 I kissed his cheek before he shuffled to remove himself from me. My head tiled to the side in curiosity as I strained to hear the faint “Is that her, is it Bo?” question from the phone he clasped tightly in his large hand. I assumed Harry’s awkward cough was to try and cover the quiet voice. The person knew about me? I had a feeling Harry hadn’t told many people about me or our relationship. It was all part of his possessive, protective thing. But this person was informed well enough to know it was me with him. Harry must trust them.
 His long body quickly stumbled from the door he had just opened, leaving me lying, slightly confused, on the back seat. I sat up, wiggling over to the exit Harry had just taken. My feet made contact with the tarmac as I jumped down. I watched Harry pace with the phone to his ear.
“No, we weren’t doing anything.” He mumbled, his cheeks lightly tinted in pink.
 I had never really seen Harry look uncomfortable before, the slight blush on his face made him appear younger. He looked adorable, a side I rarely got to see. I couldn’t help but smile. His head snapped to me as I shut the back door to his car. He seemed a little worried. But I gave him a reassuring smile, his body relaxing somewhat as I moved to the passenger door and climbed into the front. I watched him out the windscreen before fiddling with the radio, my head leaning back as I closed my eyes and listened to Jessie J.
 Minutes later the driver’s door was opened. I turned my head as Harry climbed in.
“Everything alright?”
He hummed in response, long fingers running through his dark curls.
“But I’m umm, I’m going to have to take you home.” He looked a little guilty.
“That’s fine. My mum called this morning and she’s coming home tonight.”
He seemed satisfied as I smiled.
“Good.”
The engine roared to life as I buckled in.
 ***
 The car stopped the opposite side of the road to my house. The lights were off, my mum wasn’t home yet. I turned to Harry who was curiously peering at me. I undid my belt, noticing his was already off. The music from the radio was still quietly playing. But I didn’t take much notice as Harry took his plump bottom lip between his teeth. When it was released his tongue glided out. A habit I found endearing.
 I slowly moved forward, placing my hand on his thigh for support and leaning into him. The warmth he radiated seemed to tingle throughout my body. Hot puffs of air lingered between us. But my lips barely brushed his before I heard him release a throaty moan. The vibrations running through his chest. My eyes widened slightly as I realised my hand had accidently slipped to his crotch. The pressure of my touch, pulsing waves of pleasure through Harry’s tense body.
“Oh gosh, sorry.” I gushed.
 Harry’s eyes remained squeezed closed for a few seconds, lips parted. The feeling of my clumsy gesture lingering, despite my quick actions to remove my hand. I was slightly confused when he started to laugh.
“W-What?” I questioned.
“Most girls wouldn’t be apologising.” He joked.
 Heat flushed my cheeks as I realised what he meant. It would be a rare occurrence for a guy to be displeasured at the thought of a girl palming his crotch. My head dropped in embarrassment, not being able to meet his gaze. A familiar deep chuckle sounded before fingers gripped my chin, angling my face back to Harry’s. I was met by a dimpled smile.
“I love that I make you blush.” Harry spoke, his fingers gently brushing my heated cheeks.
 A sigh escaped my lips as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
“But there’s no need to be shy.” He whispered.
 I was unable to stop the memories of all the intimate moments we had shared flooding into my mind; the thought of Harry’s touch which would vary from slow and gentle to urgently desperate, as we became lost in our own world. Everything was new to me and I suspected Harry was enjoying being the one to share in my foreign discoveries. I was becoming increasingly aware of my deepening feelings towards Harry, the more time we spent together.
 I was yanked back to the present when plump lips sucked at the warm skin of my neck. A smirk graced his face as he pulled away. It seemed only seconds and he was opening my door, helping me down. He retrieved my bag from the boot, taking my hand and crossing the road. We walked together up to my house, Harry bending down slightly to kiss my forehead. He seemed a little rushed as he said goodbye, making a beeline for his car. It made me even more curious as to who he had been talking to on the phone and where he was so keen to attend. With my keys hanging in the lock, I turned to see him just about to open the car door.
“Harry!” I called out to him.
 He swiftly spun on the spot, stunning green eyes instantly locking with mine. He waited for me to continue.
“I find it incredibly hot that you’re a boxing trainer.” I smiled, biting my lip.
 He deeply laughed before proceeding to flex his toned muscles for me. I playfully fanned my face, pretending to swoon. But I stood staring at him as he neared closer, his determined walk carrying him back up my path. In seconds Harry was stood directly in front of me. Our proximity almost non-existent. My mouth parted as I gasped. Strong forearms were placed under my thighs as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping round his waist. The smug look he wore matched the satisfied smirk. I was growing more accustomed to Harry’s sudden gestures of sweeping me off my feet. His dominant actions proving not always to be a bad thing. Green orbs sparkled as I smiled. My back pressed against the wall to the left of the front door. Harry easily held me in place, lips forcefully connecting to mine. The kiss was messy, a desperate attempt to feel each other. His tongue parting my lips as he invaded my mouth. A deep moan vibrated between us, my fingers tugging at Harry’s curls. Hands finally settling on the back of his neck as he withdrew his presence from me.
“I really have to go.” He mumbled breathlessly.
 Our noses brushed as he spoke. I smiled, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. My fingers still clasped round his neck as I slipped from his hold, my feet touching the floor. I traced over his strong shoulders then continued down his toned arms, squeezing his biceps gently. My fingers gripped his hands.
“Go.” I whispered.
 Harry leaned down placing a lingering wet kiss to my slightly swollen lips.
“I’ll see you soon, Baby.”
My body felt cold as his long fingers slipped from mine. I watched him cross the road and climb into the driver’s side of the large vehicle before he drove away.

CHAPTER 27

 

I had waited up for a couple of hours for my mum to return home. But when it got to eleven I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. My grey tabby was keeping me company as I lazily stroked over his soft fur. Doug stretched out over my stomach, his gentle purring relaxing, my fingers scratching him behind the ears.
 I reluctantly rose from bed, quickly brushing my teeth and hair before climbing back into the duvet.
“Let’s go to bed, Doug.” I whispered.
 He seemed to be in agreement, settling down beside me and falling asleep. My fingers switching off the bedside light. I had closed my eyes for what felt like a couple of seconds when my phone buzzed. A groan released from my lips before I patted the surface to my right. The screen was bright, my eyes squinting as I held the phone above my face.
 From: Lucy
“Fancy a catch up tomorrow? X”
I smiled before replying, deciding we should meet up at the local coffee shop. I wasn’t too keen on hot drinks but they made a mean fruit smoothie. Charlotte and Zoe would be joining us and I realised how much I had missed my friends. A lot had happened since I had last spoken to them. I’d been so wrapped up in Harry that I hadn’t even told them I was now his girlfriend. I had a feeling they would be curious about our situation. We had become very close. They knew nothing of the painful events of Harry’s past. But that was something I would keep between Harry and myself. They didn’t need to know about his dad or what he had done. Harry trusted me.
 It was almost as if Harry knew my mind had been commandeered by thoughts of him. I smiled reading the text that had just come through on my phone.
 From: Harry
“Goodnight, Beautiful. X”
His simple words made me smile. And that night my dreams were solely of a breath-taking curly haired, boy.
 ***
 I rolled over groaning as a hand caught hold of my shoulder, gently shaking me to wake.
“Bo.”
 “Ugh.”
An amused laugh sounded. It took me a few seconds to recognise the happy noise before I jolted up, squeezing my mum in a tight hug.
“Mum.” I smiled. “I missed you so much.”
She kissed the top of my head as I held her. For the next hour my mum sat on my bed as we talked. Our grey tabby curled up in her lap as she gently stroked him. The ill relative she had visited was making a gradual recovery in hospital. She believed they would be fully recovered within the next week or so. Well, that was her own medical opinion. Her time away meant my mum would have to take some night shifts at the local hospital where she worked as a nurse. So even though she was now home her body clock would have her sleeping during the day to accommodate her work in the evening. I was disappointed but there wasn’t much I could do about it.
 ***
 I twirled my straw in the fruity drink as I listened to the other girls talk. My mind on other things. When I looked up, Charlotte’s head was tilted, eyes inquisitively trained on my face. I gave her a questioning look before she spoke.
“How far have you gone with Harry?”
My eyes widened in surprise as I coughed awkwardly. I darted my vision round to the other tables in the coffee shop, desperately hoping no-one was eavesdropping on our now very personal conversation. My cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
“You don’t have to answer, I’m just curious.” She continued.
 By this time the other girls were now intently waiting for my reply. Lucy’s straw was held in her mouth as she noisily sucked up her drink. The off-putting sound distracting me for a second.
“Umm.” I glanced at their faces.
 I wasn’t quite sure on how to phrase it. The subject hadn’t really been approached before. I shifted from my slouched position and sat up straight. My eyes once again scanning the surrounding tables.
“He..H-Harry..we had dry sex.” I stuttered.
 I started to feel uncomfortable as I noticed a woman behind Zoe shake her head tutting. She got to her feet, taking her papers with her and exited the coffee shop. My embarrassed gaze focused back on my friends. Lucy’s mouth formed an “o” shape before she shook her head in confusion and waited for me to clarify.
“There was a sheet between us…You sort of go through the motions of sex but without penetration.” I explained.
“So you were both naked with a sheet between you?” Zoe asked.
 I was still blushing, but their openness to the conversation was something I felt needed applauding. Not only were we talking about the subject like it was completely innocent, but we were holding our discussion in a public place.
“No, no. We had underwear on.” I gushed. My head dipped slightly, avoiding their eye contact. “But Harry took his boxers off.” I concluded quietly.
 I heard a giggle, immediately knowing it was Lucy.
“So he dry humped you?” Charlotte asked. “With a sheet.”
I screwed my face up in disgust.
“It was more romantic than that.” I protested. “Ugh, I hate that term. It makes us sound like immature, hormonal teenagers. I prefer to call it non-penetrative sex.”
 “But you are hormonal teenagers.” Lucy giggled.
“Harry’s twenty.” I quietly commented.
“Hmm, I thought he was our age.”
Shrugging commenced round the group before their attention was back on me.
“What else have you done?” Zoe continued the interrogation.
 I knew they were just being inquisitive. I was the first one out of our little group to experience being with a guy sexually. It was only natural that they asked questions but I felt a little out of my depth to be honest. I wasn’t quite sure on how to explain things myself.
“He’s, umm, pleasured me orally.” I replied, cheeks furiously blushing.
“Oh my gosh.” Charlotte commented. “What was it like?”
There was no way I was going into any sort of detail.
“I don’t really have much of a basis for comparison. But it was pretty mind blowing.” I admitted.
 I couldn’t help but shyly smile, thinking back to the time I spent together with Harry in his room.
“Have you done anything for him?”
The question stumped me. All I had to answer with was the one time I caused him to release into his boxers. But even then he was fully clothed. Well, nearly.
“Has he asked you about it?” Zoe questioned.
 I shook my head. Not once had Harry encouraged me to perform anything orally on him. Maybe he didn’t want to pressure me. But surely he wanted me to reciprocate. I had picked up the general gist of things, but my lack of experience left me at a complete disadvantage.
“Maybe you should have a go. I mean he’s experienced, that way he can tell you how to do it and what he likes.”
It seemed simple enough, but the thought of actually carrying out the act made me anxious. It seemed like it was always Harry that initiated anything sexual between us, always the dominant. How would I even approach the subject? I pondered over the idea for a second before remembering Harry wasn’t exactly shy when it came to these sort of intimate topics. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind me expressing my curiosity.
“But it’s Harry.” I blushed.
“All the more reason.” Lucy laughed.
 ***
 My mum had gone off to work, and I was alone once again. A number of books were strewn across my duvet as I deliberated over which one to start reading first. After my eye-opening catch up with my friends, I had spent the afternoon in the large book shop in town. Settling down into one of the comfortable chairs and picking out some interesting reads. I grabbed the smooth dark cover of one of the larger books, stacking up the other novels to the side of my bed. I was slowly adding to a rather large collection. My mum had always said I could start a library with the amount I read.
 My mind became absorbed with the words on the page. So much so, I hadn’t heard my door open. My body was laid out on my mattress, book intently held close to my face as I drank in the captivating story. The movement on my bed startled me slightly. But I knew exactly who it was. He deeply chuckled, running large, warm hands up my legs as he crawled closer to me. I still held my book up, trying to fight the smile spreading on my lips.
“Are you ignoring me?” His raspy voice sounded.
 An index finger hooked the top of the book, slowly pulling it down. An unruly mop of dark curls appeared, followed by a pair of sparkling green eyes. Dimples indented into his cheeks as he humorously peered at me.
“How could I ignore you?” I teased.
 Harry grinned.
“Hello, Beautiful.”
Lips came down to mine, leaving a soft kiss to my mouth. But his expression transformed seconds later. His cheeky smile disappearing as he observed me.
“You know, you should really lock your front door.” He frowned slightly.
“I-I didn’t know it was open.” I admitted quietly.
“Anyone could have just come in.” Harry continued, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Clearly.” I gestured to him as he held his position, hovering over my body.
 I watched Harry’s jaw tense at my reply, obviously not very happy with my lack of thought towards security.
“Just lock it next time, ok?”
There was a certain hardness to his tone. The stunning green of his eyes darkening a little. I felt like a child being scolded for being naughty. I think he could sense my nervousness towards him when he spoke. Harry’s features softened. Elbows bending as he dropped lower into me, placing a kiss to my cheek.
“I just want you safe, Bo.” He whispered quietly.
 My eyes fluttered closed at his close proximity, allowing me to absorb his hypnotising smell. Curly hair tickling at my skin.
“I’ll keep it locked.” I told him quietly.
“Good girl.” He smiled.
 He rubbed his nose against mine before dipping his head to my neck. Harry’s distracting kisses averted my attention away from his hands, which had slowly skimmed up under my top. I let out a shriek as his long fingers began to tickle at my sides. He laughed as I continued to giggle, my lungs gasping for breath. My hands gently pushed to his strong shoulders, allowing me to roll him off onto the mattress beside me.
 He was grinning widely, displaying his dimples as I scrambled from the bed. Desperate to evade his playful touch. I picked up the book that had fallen to the floor during our teasing encounter. Harry observed me, tilting his head to the side as I found the previously lost page I had finished on. I placed the book on my bedside table.
“Do you want to go to the fair?” Harry asked abruptly.
“The funfair?” I replied.
 I couldn’t really imagine Harry at any event that had “fun” in the title. I wasn’t implying he was a bore to be around, Harry was anything but. However, his often dark demeanour gave off the impression that he wouldn’t really fit in to a place with bright lights, amusement rides and candy floss.
“I-I mean, we don’t have to, but my..” he stopped for a second to rethink “Umm, well, I’ve been told apparently girls like that sort of thing.”
I couldn’t help but giggle as he fumbled over his words. It was very out of Harry’s character, normally he was the one that had me stuttering. His verbal stumbling made me wonder if he had ever taken a girl out to on a date that didn’t involve alcohol or clubs. The slight blush on his cheeks told me otherwise. He pouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto his lap. His face nuzzled into my neck.
“Stop laughing at me.” He grumbled.
 My fingers brushed back some of his dark curls as his face reappeared. I placed a small kiss to his cheek.
“I’d love to go to the funfair with you.” I smiled.

CHAPTER 28

 

“Let’s go on the ferris wheel.” I gripped Harry’s hand.
 I attempted to move forwards but he stood rigid, remaining frozen to the spot. His gaze tilted up to the top of the ride. Small children were happily calling down to their parents who watched on from below.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go on anything else?” He peered round.
 He shifted on his feet, hard gaze on me. A look flashed through his eyes that I hadn’t witnessed before. I smiled at him as he warily stared back.
“Are you scared of heights, Harry?” I pried.
 His jaw tightened.
“No, I’m not scared.” He protested. “I’m just not comfortable with being that far off the ground.” He grumbled, gesturing to the tall wheel.
 I couldn’t help but giggle. But I soon became quiet as I looked to beautiful guy stood in front of me.
“Bo.” Harry sternly warned.
“It’s fine, I’ll go on my own.”
I started to walk away, queuing up for the line before I heard Harry let out an exasperated huff. I peeked up to him, jaw still set tight.
“No.” He hastily replied. I watched him heavily sigh, closing his eyes. “You’re not going on your own.”
Sometimes his over-protective nature came in handy. He intently observed me as I gripped his shoulder, standing on my tiptoes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand if you like.”
 “Ugh, stop patronising me.” He complained as I laughed.
 ***
“Worst ride ever.” Harry grumbled.
“You might have enjoyed it if you hadn’t spent the whole time with your eyes closed. The view was amazing.” I smiled.
 I refused to listen to his complaining, something taking my eye behind where Harry stood.
“Come on.” I gripped his hand.
 We came to an abrupt stop in front of an amusement stool.
“That turtle is mine.” I narrowed my gaze on the stuffed toy.
 Harry was laughing as he handed a couple of quid over to the attendant.
“Love to see this.” He teased.
 I’d prove him wrong. The man behind the stand explained I needed to knock over the three cans stacked up at the back. I was given three green balls. My first two shots came frustratingly close, just skimming the cans. Harry watched on with a smirk before I knocked over two of the annoying obstacles for my prize.
“Oh come on!”
Harry laughed.
“I’ve got the accuracy, just need the power.” I mumbled.
“Let me have a go.” Harry spoke, bumping my hip to nudge me out the way.
 I watched on to witness Harry knock over the three cans with one ball spare. He turned to me, a smug grin on his face.
“I loosened them up for you.” I spoke.
“Yeah, yeah.” He handed me the turtle he had won.
“Thank you!” I gushed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.
 We were about to walk away when a mum and her small daughter went up to Harry. The little girl clung onto her mother’s hand, hiding slightly behind her legs as she stared up at Harry with her mouth agape.
“I’m sorry to trouble you but my daughter would really like the teddy bear up there.” She pointed to the bear which was adorning a red bowtie. “But I’m useless at these games.” She whispered light heartedly. “Would you mind having a go for her, please?”
 “Course.” Harry smiled.
 The woman handed her money over to the attendant before giving Harry the three balls again. I stood with them and we watched as Harry displayed his skill, the three of us clapping when the cans fell down. He turned grinning, bending down to the girls’ tiny height.
“There you go darlin’.” Harry smiled handing her the bear.
“What do you say?” The mother encouraged.
“Thank you.” She spoke in a small voice.
“You’re welcome.”
As Harry got to his feet the mother gripped his forearm.
“Thank you so much.” She spoke in a hushed tone.
 He gave her a nod, displaying his dimples. Harry gripped my hand, tugging me away from them. I looked back to see the little girl, her new bear held tightly to her chest.
“That was really sweet of you.” I gushed.
 He mumbled in response, keeping his head down. But I could see that his cheeks were lightly tinged in pink.
 ***
 I heard Harry curse as he pulled out the ringing phone from his back pocket. Big green eyes glanced to the screen, obviously recognising the person’s name flashing up as a slight smile spread on his plump lips. I was unable to get a decent look. My mouth moved before my brain could catch up.

“Who is it?”
Harry’s head came up, wide green eyes locking with mine. He clearly wasn’t prepared for my question.
“Umm..” he struggled.
“You don’t have to tell me, I’m just curious.” I paused, Harry still staring, the phone ringing between us. “I-It’s just you always look so happy when they call, I just wondered..” I trailed off quietly.
“It’s an old friend.” He nodded almost as if he was trying to convince himself.
“Oh, ok.” I bit my lip.
 He answered the call, quickly telling the mystery person to hang on before looking to me.
“I need you to stay here.” He instructed. “I mean it Bo, don’t move.”
His stern gaze pinned me to the spot.
“Fine.” I replied, dramatically waving him off.
“I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t wander off.”
His possessive need to keep me safe often caused him to treat me like a child. I knew he was only being careful but his constant protectiveness had started to get on my nerves lately. I watched him walk away through the many people attending the fair. I held my turtle under my arm as he glanced back. Did he not trust me? I animatedly pointed to the spot I was stood in, mouthing “here”. The phone was now pressed to the side of his head, his finger in his other ear as he tried to block out the surrounding amusement noises. I knew he was annoyed when his eyebrows descended, frowning at me. “Don’t mock me.” He angrily mouthed back.
 I waited for Harry, swinging my legs on the large unused stand I had climbed up on. My fingers pulled off wisps of pink candy florr from the bag Harry had bought me, bringing it up to my mouth and letting the sugar melt on my tongue. I smiled as small children walked past with balloons gripped tightly I their tiny hands. I was quite content with my people watching until a voice broke me out of my thoughts.
“Are you on your own?”
I turned to see a group of younger boys. They looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, some with hoods up as they stared at me. I felt uncomfortable under their gaze. They were the sort of group you would cross over the road to avoid walking on the same path as them.
“No.”
I turned my head, hoping they would get the hint and move on. But my heart sunk as they continued to ask me questions.
“Are you sure?” One of the taller ones spoke up.
 There were lots of people milling around still, my eyes scanned for Harry. I diverted my focus back to the boys, their smiles far from friendly as they waited for my answer.
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
I watched as one nudged a boy who seemed to be the leader. Their penetrating gaze made my skin crawl.
“We can wait with you.”
 “No, that’s alright thanks, he won’t be long.”
I shuffled away, taking my turtle with me as he climbed up to sit beside me. He was bigger than me despite my older age. The rest of the group were intently observing us, almost goading the boy on.
“I wouldn’t try anything.” I warned him.
 Harry would kick the shit out of him. When I felt a hand on my thigh I swung my soft toy round, hitting him on the back of the head. I scrambled to my feet, spinning round on the higher platform. Relief coursed through me as I spotted Harry angrily making his way towards us.
“Bo!”
He stood below me looking up, turning so I could climb onto his back. My arms wrapped round Harry’s neck as I clambered down, his hand catching hold of one of my thighs as I brought my legs tightly round his waist. The boy got to his feet, his body towering over us as he positioned himself where I previously stood.
“Don’t touch her, you little prick.” Harry spat.
 He caught hold of the boy’s ankle, yanking it out from under him. His friends could only watch on as he fell with a thump to his back onto the hard wood of the platform. We heard him cry out, rolling to his side, the wind knocked out of him.
 Harry swiftly turned, my face pressed into the crook of his neck as he began to walk away.
“Frigid bitch!” One of the lads called out.
 My arms tightened round his neck, lips desperately going to his ear as he faced the group.
“Please, please Harry don’t.” I pleaded.
 A few of the shorter boys cowered back with Harry’s intense gaze, he was furious. It was when he felt my frightened tears splash the skin of his neck that he seemed to snap out of his rage. His muscles were still tense but relief flooded through me as we moved away. The hand holding my turtle soothingly rubbed over his chest, trying to calm him down. I felt his grip tighten on my thighs, showing he appreciated my attempt.
“Thank you.” I whispered. “Thank you for walking away…I don’t really fancy visiting my boyfriend behind bars.”
Harry weaved us through the crowd for a few minutes.
“You’d visit me in prison?” He asked, seeming a little calmer.
“No, Harry. I think my point is that I wouldn’t.”
I heard him huff.
“You might have had to if you hadn’t stopped me.”
I squeezed my eyes closed at the thought.
“We’re good now though, right?” I asked, testing his level of heated temper.
“We’re good.” Harry spoke whilst kissing my right arm.
 My mind floated away with the thought of what he could have potentially done. A shiver tingled though my body. But it sparked another eerie thought. Had Harry ever been locked up before? It surprised me when he spoke, voice rumbling through his back to my chest, as he read my mind.
“No Bo, I’ve never been in prison.” He chuckled.
 My head rested on his shoulder, watching people wait in lines for rides.
“But I have been arrested and taken into custody a couple of times.” Harry added.
 My eyes widened at his revelation, arms tightening their hold round his neck. He seemed so nonchalant about the subject.
“Relax Bo, it wasn’t recently.”
I assumed he thought that fact would have comforted me, to know he hadn’t done anything whilst in our relationship. But it had the opposite effect. I felt uneasy. What on Earth had Harry done to get himself arrested? I didn’t want to ask, but I had a pretty good idea, his temper often getting the better of him.
“Why is it, whenever I leave you on your own you attract all of the douchebags?”
Even though his breathing was still heavy, I sensed the amusement in his tone, trying to distract me from our previous conversation.
“Guess it’s one of the many special qualities I possess.”
 “It’s special alright.” He teased.
 My lips placed a small kiss to his neck, smiling as he hummed under my touch.
“It seems I spend most of my time rescuing you from idiots” His fingertips pressed into my thighs as he laughed. “Not that I’m complaining.”
 “Well, maybe you should give me a chance to save you for once.”
We walked a little further. People were gathering to watch the fireworks.
“Did you hit him with your turtle?” Harry curiously asked, humour in his question.
 I knew he had recovered from his angry episode as he proceeded to take the piss out of me. I still clung to his back; Harry unable to see the slight blush on my cheeks. His dark curls tickled at my skin as I buried my face into his neck.
“It was the only thing I had to defend myself with.” I retaliated.
 I leaned away from Harry slightly, pushing the toy between my chest and his back. My now free hand opened up the bag of candy floss I still gripped. My arms loosely hung over his shoulders to his front as I pried a small piece off.
“You’ve eaten over half the bag already?” Harry stated, clearly surprised.
 I mumbled a “shoot” under my breath, leaning my head on his shoulder. I offered the pink floss up to his mouth, hoping to distract him from the nearing of my inevitable sugar rush. He took the sugary sweet past his lips, cheekily sucking on my fingers. I continued to feed him while we talked and I snuck more of the pink fluff for myself.

CHAPTER 29

 

We stood together, Harry’s arms protectively wrapped round my shoulders from behind as we gazed at the exploding rockets. The colours were bright, lighting up the darkened sky. I felt his arms tighten as I fidgeted in his hold, mumbling my name to stop me. There was nothing much I could do about the current buzz the candy floss had struck me with.
 My vision darted round, there were any number of young couples. Many of them encircled in each other’s arms. A few of them were sweetly stealing kisses. The images in front of me caused my mind to race, fuelled by my over consumption of sugar. Thinking back to the conversation I had with the girls a sudden pulse of energy pounded through my body. My fingers gripped hold of his wrist. I turned, dragging a confused Harry behind me, weaving in and out of the people watching the firework display.
 When we passed under the funfair sign I was practically running. Harry jogged to keep up. There were so many cars in the dim field in front of us. I had no idea where Harry’s large vehicle was.
“W-Where’s the car?”
 “Err, over there.” He pointed.
 I immediately took off in the direction he had called my attention to.
“Bo, is everything alright, do you feel ok?”
I ignored his questions, towing him along behind me. I surprised even myself with my new found strength. As soon as we reached the car Harry was shoved up against it. He winced before I pulled him down to my level, planting a wet kiss to his mouth. To say he was surprised was an understatement. My hand felt round his bum for the keys.
“Hey, heEY” He protested.
 The door was unlocked.
“Get in, get in.” I instructed.
“Bo, you look…. high.” He squinted his eyes slightly, moving his head away.
 I huffed before shoving him into the vehicle. My legs climbed up, straddling Harry’s lap whilst he sat in the driver’s side. I slammed the door behind us. The stuffed, toy turtle was thrown to the back of the car in my haste. My hand searched for the leaver, sliding the seat back slightly.
“Bo…”
I didn’t give him time to finish what he was saying. My mouth pressing forcefully to his. I felt down his stomach before roughly palming him through his jeans. A low, muffled moan emitted round the car. I pulled away from our heated embrace, my fingers desperately fumbling with his belt. The simple task was proven more challenging by my nervousness and the heavy sugar rush currently causing my hands shake. I grew frustrated, wiggling back slightly to get a better look at the buckle in the dwindling light.
 We both jumped when the horn went off, my back pressing to the steering wheel.
“Bo.” Harry laughed.
 I ignored him before he gripped my wrists, tugging my hands away from his crotch. My eyebrows came down in a frown as I took in his amused expression.
“Bo, slow down.” He chuckled.
 My head fell forward onto his chest. It rumbled underneath me as he couldn’t contain his laughter.
“What are you trying to do?” He humorously asked.
 When I didn’t answer he cupped my chin, bringing my head up. A smirk played on his plump lips as he curiously peered at me for my reply. He must have had some idea, I was hoping he wasn’t just asking to embarrass me further.
“Hmm.” He encouraged.
“I-I wanted to do something f-for you.” I spoke quietly.
 Harry’s eyebrows came down, frowning slightly. I turned my head away, cheeks flushing. Long fingers still held my chin as he guided me back round to him again.
“What?”
 “Well, you’ve done stuff for me, I just…” My voice trailing off.
 I became silent, not really knowing what to say. Harry’s mouth formed an “o” shape when he realised what I meant. He smiled, running his thumb along my upper then lower parted lips. But he didn’t say anything. I felt the heat tingle on my face.
“D-Don’t you want me to?” I stuttered.
 He grinned.
“I would love for you to do that for me.” Harry paused kissing the back of my hand. “But don’t feel like you have to.” He added.
 I still felt a little suspicious of his answer. Maybe he was just saying that to make me feel better. I think he realised my uncertainty. His arms drew me in closer, lips meeting the skin just below my ear.
“Just the thought of your pretty lips wrapped round me has got me excited.” He hotly whispered.
 He held my hips as he rolled his up into mine. I gasped feeling the prominent bulge pressing into me. His thumb passed over my mouth again as he smiled. I lightly bit down onto his thumb as he slowly pushed it between my lips. He withdrew, leaving a heavy kiss to me.
“Another time.” He whispered.
 Groups of people had started to walk back to the cars. A few of them walking between ours and the one parked next to us. I hadn’t really thought this through. Of course we couldn’t do it here, I felt so silly. It was that damn, pink candy floss.
 He took the opportunity to nuzzle into my neck as my attention was momentarily diverted out of the window. Long fingers guided my face back round, plump lips dotting random kisses all over my cheeks, forehead, nose, mouth. I giggled pushing him away. Harry’s nose rubbed against mine before he helped me off his lap and I took my place in the passenger seat.
“I not giving you anymore candy floss.” Harry laughed.
 A large warm hand rested on my knee before it slowly slid up my thigh.
“Or maybe I should.” He winked.
 I batted his hand away as he chuckled. A second later he leaned in, kissing my cheek.
 ***
“Baby.” A voice whispered.
 A light kiss was pressed to my mouth and I struggled to open my eyes. My tongue running over my lips, taking in the moisture. I heard Harry quietly chuckle.
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”
I cuddled into his warmth as he lifted me from the car. My arm drifted up to wrap round his neck. The door was closed with Harry’s foot.
“What happened?” I mumbled.
“I was talking to you and when I turned you were asleep.” He smiled. “You crashed pretty bad.”
 “Sorry.”
Harry’s fingers clutched my shoes that I had kicked off in the front of his car. I hooked my index into the neck of his t shirt, tugging it down a little so I could place a kiss at the base of his neck. We were half way up my path when I realised I had forgotten something.
“Wait, wait. I forgot my turtle.”
Harry laughed, playfully huffing as he spun with me still in his arms. He walked us back to his car, opening the rear door with one of his hands. He allowed me to climb in, rummaging round under the seat as I fumbled for the stuffed animal. I clutched the toy turtle to my chest.
“Come on.”
I giggled, attaching myself to his back as I wrapped my legs round his waist. The stuffed animal in my hand hung down Harry’s front as I draped my arms over his shoulders.
 ***
 My teeth were quickly brushed before I washed my face and pulled on an old t shirt. The length of my hair fell in waves over my right shoulder as I combed it through. When I opened the bathroom door I found Harry sitting on the end of my bed, head down, staring at his phone. He was still fully clothed.
“Are you not staying tonight?” I asked.
“You have work in the morning and so do I.” He replied.
 Harry’s focus didn’t remain on my face for long, his sparkling eyes trailing down the length of my body. The t shirt came to mid-thigh before my bare legs swept to the floor. I couldn’t help but shyly smile as I made my way over to him. His knees parted so I could stand in between. Large, warm hands rested on my lower back, slipping down to cup my backside. I quietly gasped, but allowed him to gently squeeze.
“You’re testing my patience.” He mumbled.
 My fingers stroked his curls as his head rested on my stomach.
“No, No, you need to go to bed.” He abruptly spoke.
 I jumped as he stood swiftly from the end of the mattress, his height shadowing over me before drawing back the covers.
“In.” He spoke whilst flicking his head.
 I complied, climbing into bed.
“Please stay.” I whispered.
 I watched him close his eyes, quietly sighing before staring down at me. His converse were kicked off and I made room for him to lay next to me. Harry remained on top of the covers as I snugged into my pillow, settling down on my stomach.
“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”
 “Well, I’ve been having trouble sleeping the past few nights, so you might be here a while.” I teased.
“Bo.” Harry warned, fighting to keep the smile from spreading on his lips.
 He was laid sprawled on his back, head turned to me. He really was beautiful. Shock of chestnut curls adorning his head, striking green eyes and the fullest lips I’d seen on a guy.
“You have to close your eyes to sleep.” He whispered.
“I’d rather watch you.”
I shuffled a little closer to him as he observed me. My intention was for it to be a small goodnight kiss but it became a little more. Our lips savouring one another’s as they meshed together. My hair tickled against his skin, fingers slipping into his curls. Harry’s tongue pried into my mouth, invading my senses but as I tried to get closer he gently pushed on my shoulders. We were both breathless as we parted. But close enough for our lips to continually brush.
“Don’t tempt me.” He warned.
 I reluctantly flopped back to my previous position, head still facing Harry. We laid for a little while in silence before I broke the quiet.
“You have long eyelashes.” I commented.
 He smiled, slightly confused.
“Good thing?”
I nodded as Harry raised his hand, gently pushing my hair back from my face. Breath caught in my throat as he leaned over to me. A giggle escaped my mouth as he deliberately brushed his lashes against my cheek before placing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Go to sleep, Bo.”
I was startled awake by the sound of my alarm. My eyes blinked multiple times, adjusting to the light. But a smile spread on my lips when I saw the stuffed toy turtle in the place Harry had occupied before I drifted into unconsciousness. I vaguely remembered him carefully stroking my hair, his husky voice quietly singing as I fell asleep.

CHAPTER 30

 

Harry had taken a seat beside me on the table I usually sat on while he helped people train. I would often bring a book to read as I waited for him to finish work. Tom had joined us a few minutes prior and I had continued to indulge in my novel while they talked boxing. But my wandering mind was hauled back to reality as something in their conversation sparked my interest. A fight. My book was placed beside me. Harry had noticed my sudden diverted attention, my eyes looking questioningly at him. Their conversation paused as he took my hand.
“I’ve got a fight.” He told me.
 His touch withdrew and he turned to go back to talking to Tom.
“Wait, what?” I shook my head. “You said you didn’t fight.”
 “I know, but something has been sorted out for Friday night.”
They continued to converse with me sat to the side of them. I looked down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers, remembering Harry had told me he punched above his weight. It would be a danger for his competitor. I frowned, gripping Harry’s shoulder. He looked a little surprised at my interruption.
“Is he in your weight class?” I abruptly asked.
 He hesitated, staring at me. It appeared he was having an internal battle, not sure if it was best to divulge that certain detail.
“Harry.” My tone demanding.
 My fingertips dug into his skin. But I grew more frustrated as a smirk spread on his beautiful face.
“You’re cute when you’re angry.”
I flinched away when his hand came up to brush against my cheek. Harry was trying to distract me and his plan succeeded for a couple of seconds before I realised what he was up to.
“Stop it and answer the question.” I bit back.
 Eyebrows were raised at my less than pleased tone. He gave me a cheeky grin, dimples popping in his cheeks. He looked so young.
“No.”
Harry’s head tilted to the side, smiling as he waited to see my reaction.
“No?” I asked, creasing my forehead.
“He’s in the next class up.” Harry stated.
 Tom had been intently watching our interaction. Clearly surprised with my tone towards Harry. My vision flicked to him to get his input on the situation.
“Bo, don’t worry about it. Haz will take him out easy.”
Tom lightly punched Harry on the shoulder as they laughed.
“D-Don’t encourage him! T-The guy you’ll be fighting, he’ll be bigger than you. This is dangerous, Harry.”
I grew increasingly anxious. I didn’t want to see Harry hurt. My mind then flickered to where it was going to be held. The gym where the two boys worked would never allow him to fight, let alone against someone in a different weight class. That’s when I realised he hadn’t told them.
“This fight isn’t legal, is it?” My voice was quiet.
 Harry’s tongue swiped over his full lips. Green eyes intensely peering into mine.
“Technically, no.”
 “Oh my god. Harry you can’t do this.” I spoke desperately grabbing his hand.
“Tom, will you give us a minute?” Harry asked.
“Sure.” He smiled, standing and walking away.
 Harry’s attention then diverted to me. He took my hand, guiding me to him before walking us toward the front of the gym where the changing rooms were. Harry’s frame stood squarely in front of me, height towering above. I sighed as long fingers brushed stands of hair from my face.
“Bo, I’m going to fight.” His raspy voice sternly told me.
 I could tell he was frustrated at the interruption of his phone ringing from inside the changing rooms. I already knew our usual routine, me having to wait while he took the call. He didn’t say anything, just left me standing on my own as he disappeared through the doorway. I grew angrier, left to dwell on my own thoughts. My head shook before I strode at a determined pace into the male changing rooms after him. My presence startled a few men, but they quickly exited as I spotted Harry. His t shirt had been stripped off and he stood pacing back and forth in only his shorts.
“Look, I’m already having enough trouble with Bo, without you starting on.”
Why on Earth was he going to fight someone? I balled my fists by my sides. Boys and their stupid egos. He was going to get hurt because of his bravado and lack of any sense to know when to back down. My chest rose up, taking in a heavy breath.
“I’ve already told you, it isn’t up to you.” He grumbled into the speaker. “I can do what I like.” He added sharply.
 I’d had enough of this. My anger boiled over as I stomped forward grabbing the phone from his ear.
“Will you get off the fucking phone, Harry!”
I ended the call, throwing it into his open duffle bag. Before I could take another breath my wrists were taken hostage in his large hands. I winced as my back slammed against the wall of lockers. Heavy puffs of air forced from his parted lips as he yanked my arms above my head. He was furious. Bare chest heaving up and down. I desperately tried to struggle from his grip, but his strength was far superior to mine. I had never seen such darkness in his eyes as he pinned me with his hard gaze. His nose was millimetres away from mine. Breath trembled from my mouth, but I forced my fear to the back of my mind.
“Was that someone else telling you how stupid this is?” I asked rather harshly. “Because you should listen to them, Harry.”
The anger fell away from his eyes.
“That’s what they said about you.” Harry spoke quietly.
 My arms were released down to my sides, but I wasn’t free for long. Harry’s body pressing into mine, trapping me. I was left a little confused by his statement, but before I could question him any further on the subject his gaze hardened on me once again, shaking his head of the thought.
“What is it with you bloody women?” He asked rhetorically. “This is my decision, I don’t care if you don’t like it!” Harry shouted.
 I wasn’t sure if he noticed but while he was yelling he had subconsciously taken my left forearm in his large hand. His grip progressively tightening with every word. I winced, cowering back in his strong hold. My body was trembling, pain shooting up my arm. Small sounds of distress escaped my parted lips.
“You’re hurting me.” I whimpered.
 Harry’s face instantly paled, his hand falling away as he stumbled back. I held my injured arm to my chest, his intense grip having felt a feeling of burning against the skin. It was then I remembered those were the exact words his sister had told her boyfriend before Harry beat him, nearly to death, in their back garden. I realised just how dangerous Harry was. I’d tried to look past his aggressive behaviour, but when it came down to it he still had problems controlling his anger. And that frightened me.
“Bo.” He attempted to move forward.
 My eyes widened in fear, back desperately pressing to the lockers to try and increase the distance between us. But I couldn’t. I was petrified he would cause me harm again.
“Oh god, no please…..not again.” Harry frantically pleaded.
 The pain in his eyes was heart breaking, but I was too afraid to do anything. He dropped to his knees in front of me. My terrified gaze stayed locked ahead, not looking down. I jumped, gasping as Harry’s strong arms wrapped round the back of my thighs. His head rested on my stomach and he clutched me tighter when he felt my reluctance towards his touch. I was shaking.
“Bo, please. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. That’s the last thing I’d want to do….I’m sorry.”
I closed my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks. Harry’s body was warm against my own. I wanted to comfort him but I didn’t know how, my entirety still frozen to the spot. He was like a little boy, lost and alone as he searched for some kind of love.
 I didn’t want him to be alone.
“Please.” He whispered.
 With tears still falling from my eyes, I hesitantly placed my hand on the back of Harry’s head, soothingly stroking his dark curls as he clung to me. Our breathing seemed to slow down as I showed Harry some comfort. I knew he had never intended to hurt me. One of his arms moved round to my front. I glanced down to see his eyes squeeze close in pain as I flinched at his contact with my injured forearm. His moist lips softly trailed kisses over the redden skin, desperately attempting to lift away the fear.
 I’m so sorry, Baby.” He mumbled quietly against my skin.
“It’s alright….it’s alright, Harry.” I whispered repeatedly.
 I bravely caught hold of his chin, angling it up to my face. Small tears stung in his eyes as he desperately looked to me. His arm loosened round my body as I slid down to the floor. The situation had calmed as I sat astride Harry’s kneeling position. His head rested near my shoulder as I continued to stroke his curls.
“I didn’t mean to.” He quietly told me.
 I drew in a sharp breath as he nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck. We stayed wrapped in each other, my lips leaving kisses to his cheek every now and then.
“I care about you, Harry. I don’t want to see you get hurt…I-I’m just worried about you.”
He nodded in understanding. Curls tickling against my skin.
“Bo, I’m still going to fight.” His raspy voice echoed.
 His words brought pain to my chest. But I decided not to press it any further. I didn’t want things to escalate again.
“Will you stay?”
 “Yes.”
***
It was strange watching Harry train. This time he was the one taking powerful swings at the strike pads. He looked strong, in control; his complete focus on the task in front of him. Channelling his anger into something he was skilled at. The guy with him was struggling slightly as Harry’s gloves continually beat against the strike pads. But I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling.
“He’ll be alright you know.” Tom spoke up.
 I glanced to him sat beside me, my book lay forgotten in my lap.
“Did he tell you who he was fighting?”
I shook my head. I didn’t really want to know who Harry was going up against. The thought churned my stomach. Images of him laid unconscious on the boxing ring floor flooded my mind.
“The guy is a bastard.” Tom shook his head in disgust before he continued. “It’s well known he beats the shit out of which ever girl he happens to be seeing that week.”
My hand rose up to my mouth in shock.
“You’ve met Hayley, right?” He questioned.
“Umm..”
My mind raced with all the faces of people Harry had introduced me to. I gasped when she appeared in the forefront of my imagination. I had met her, one of the first nights Harry had taken me to a club. The night I had also met Jake. I cringed at the thought.
“Hayley is one of Harry’s friends.”
 “I remember her.” I nodded.
 She was beautiful, long black hair, dark skin. For the short time we talked she had seemed lovely. I didn’t understand what she had to do with this situation until I heard Tom speak once more.
“She has a scar on her forehead.”
I didn’t need Tom to carry on. Nausea swept through me, I knew exactly who had caused her the injury. That’s why Harry was so adamant on fighting this guy. He’d hurt one of Harry’s friends.
 I glanced over to see the curly-haired guy staring directly at me. He’d stopped his training, gloves removed as he chugged down some water. Eyebrows came down in a frown as he took in my upset expression. I felt the table move as Tom got down, walking over to clear away some equipment. My focus fell back to my book as I heard bare feet pad across the floor to me. I refused to look up. He nudged his head into the crook of my neck, attempting to get a response.
“You’re mad at me.” He stated quietly, almost confirming to himself.
 I wasn’t mad. I was just worried. His plump lips kissed my neck but I remained expressionless towards him, still slightly shaken from our previous encounter. I gasped slightly when his warm hand caught hold of my own, noticing him hesitate a little, remembering the pain he had caused me a short while ago. His eyes were closed briefly before he spoke.
“Come on. You’re going to be my motivation.”
I was gently tugged from my seat on the table and towed behind Harry to the blue practice mat. Harry stood tall in front of me, giving me a small smile.
“Lie down for me, Baby.”
I gave him a confused look before he nodded in encouragement. My eyes rolled as he took my hand, helping me down onto the springy mat. I was laid flat, staring up at the beautiful guy above me, not quite sure what his intentions were. Harry winked before positioning a knee either side of my waist. The large span of his hands spread both sides of my head. He shuffled slightly, straightening out his legs and arms. Harry’s body lowered on his flexed muscles, face centimetres from mine as he commenced with his first push-up. A small kiss was stolen from my lips before he straightened his arms, rising over me. I giggled as he sweetly rubbed his nose against mine and then pulled away again; obviously not wanting to push his luck. The events of the changing room still not forgotten. The third push-up was rewarded with a heavier kiss, Harry lingering as my hand reached up to grasp the nape of his neck.
 He chuckled pulling away once more but was unable to complete a full press-up. My hand tugging him back down. Our lips forcefully pressed together as a low moan emitted from the back of his throat.
“Bo.” He laughed.
 My touch released as I watched Harry increase the distance between us. I liked taking part in this sort of exercise. It required nothing on my part other than laying beneath Harry, rewarding him with every push-up completed. We only made it to fourteen before I wrapped a leg round his waist, urging him down to me. Harry willingly compiled.
“Hmm, I like training with you. I can’t really do this with Tom.” He teased.
 I laughed at his comment.
“Good, because I don’t want to share you.”
A few more kisses were placed sporadically over my face before he withdrew. Harry intently observed me, noticing my change in mood.
“What’s wrong?” He questioned.
“I know why you’re fighting him…because of Hayley.” I spoke quietly.
 The muscles in his arms seemed to tense further, still hovering over me.
“He’s a fucking waste of space. She didn’t deserve that, none of those girls do.” His tone was harsh.
 Harry noticed my body tense beneath him and he quickly made an effort to try and calm down. My fingers reached up to caress his cheek. Jaw relaxing with my touch.
“He’s been boasting for long enough how he could take me. Now he’s got his chance.”
By this time there were only a few people milling around, packing things away, including Tom. I gently pushed my hands to Harry’s strong shoulders and he allowed me to roll him over. I laid on top of him, long fingers running up and down my spine.
“I still don’t want you to fight, but now I understand.” I spoke into his chest.
 His torso steadily rose and fell beneath me. A large hand cautiously caught hold of my wrist, gently pulling my arm up. I couldn’t help but fist the fabric of his t shirt as I felt Harry place delicate kisses to the still redden skin. We both knew it would bruise, a reminder of his short temper upon my forearm.
“I’m so sorry, Bo.” He paused. “I want you to feel safe with me…I want to keep you safe.”
Plump lips and warm breath soothed the unintended injury as I lay upon Harry.
“Don’t do anything for me to fear you then.” I whispered.

CHAPTER 31

 

My fist knocked on the black door in front of me. I only had to wait a matter of moments before a rather tall, curly haired guy appeared. He was still dressed in his training gear, barefoot as he stood before me.
“Hello Beautiful.” Harry grinned down at me.
“Hi.” I shyly smiled.
 My hand was gripped tightly in his, tugging me into the hallway of his flat before closing the door behind me.
“You know, I would have come and picked you up.” He spoke whilst removing my bag from my shoulder.
“It’s fine.”
I was slowly working on Harry’s possessive need to constantly protect me. He had reluctantly allowed me to walk to his flat alone from work after our conversation over the phone. But that was only after a good ten minutes of trying to convince me otherwise.
“Thanks for the offer though.” I smiled.
 I wanted to let him know that his care over me was appreciated. Harry made me feel safe. I knew his defensive nature towards women had bloomed from his childhood. He had grown up too fast, taking on the role of the only male in the house. The protector.
 My thoughts were abruptly cut off when soft lips landed on mine. The kiss was sweet, lasting a couple of seconds before he pulled away, rubbing his nose against mine. My hands were placed on his chest, feeling his strong torso through the white t shirt he wore. The vibrations could be felt as Harry hummed in appreciation of my touch, fingertips slowly trailing down his front. I caught hold of the navy material on his hip, lightly tugging.
“I love these shorts.” I admitted smiling up at him.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, eyebrows raised.
 His tone was teasing, long fingers brushing away stray strands of hair from my face.
“Mmhm. You’ve got a crackin’ pair of legs on you, Harry.”
I leaned up placing a kiss to his cheek as he laughed. When I drew back, my right eye dropped in a wink. My body turned to stroll away down the hall but Harry quickly caught hold of my hand.
“Did you just wink at me?” He asked rather amused.
 I shrugged trying to fight the smile spreading on my lips.
“You’re using my moves against me.” Harry lowly spoke.
“Who said that they were your moves?” I cheekily replied.
 His raspy laugh echoed again as my hand was brought up to his mouth. Plump pink lips leaving a kiss to the back.
“You’re amazing.” He breathily whispered against my skin.
 I gasped as Harry tugged me into his warm body, my arms round his waist holding him close. His head dipped, teeth nibbling at the skin in the crook of my neck as he playfully growled. The intimate actions almost caused me to forget about the impending fight. Almost.
 Two days. Two days until Harry stepped into the ring. I couldn’t care less who won, as long as he made it out alive. I had quickly grown to learn Harry processed a very stubborn nature. He had refused to talk to me any further about the boxing match as I desperately tried to persuade him to call it off. My last attempt had caused him to raise his voice, my body cowering back against the wall. I didn’t want to anger Harry, we both knew the marks on my arm had yet to fade.
 It’s as if he could read my mind as he gently took hold of the wrist. My breath hitched in my throat as I intently watched him raise my forearm up. The skin was darkly imprinted with Harry’s fingertips and the strong hold that he had held me hostage with days before. I hated the physical reminder of how he lost his temper, unaware he was causing me harm. Harry was so much stronger. It frightened me. His nervousness was apparent, gulping before sprinkling light kisses to the bruises. All the while his green gaze kept locked on me.
“I have a few things to sort out. It shouldn’t take too long.”
He squeezed my hand, offering me a small smile. I found myself disappointed that it didn’t reach his cute dimples.
“Ok.” I nodded.
 I kissed his cheek before he wandered off to the living room. My feet followed after him and I watched as he sat down, retrieving his laptop from the coffee table and crossing his ankles in front of him. I stayed by the doorframe, curiously peering at him as he typed. Harry’s sparkling eyes playfully glanced up to me before I gestured I’d leave him to it.
 ***
 I nervously waited on to the end of Harry’s large bed, my knee hopping up and down. Footsteps could be heard and I assumed he was searching for me. The door was creaked open, a large hand pressing to the wood to reveal a tall curly-haired guy. He looked so beautiful. His head tilted to the side as he inquisitively stared at me from the doorway.
“What are you doing in here?” Harry smiled, slightly confused.
 I got up from my seated position, quickly making my way towards him before I could chicken out.
“I want to try again.” I whispered.
 Harry immediately knew the subject I was leaning towards. His hand slipped into his back pocket; I frowned as his phone was pulled out. But I soon realised what he was doing. My heart pounding as the light on the screen closed down. His phone switched off as he placed it on the side.
“I’m all yours.” Harry spoke quietly.
 My eyes widened slightly at the speed he had removed his t shirt. Dark curls flopped back over his forehead as the clothing dropped to the floor. The door abruptly closing, Harry kicking it shut with his bare foot.
 My mouth had become impossibly dry as I reached out towards his waist. Our foreheads pressed together, Harry inhaling my trembling breath. My fingers anxiously fumbled with the button, tugging down the zip. I had a feeling it was blatantly obvious that I had never undressed anyone in my life, especially someone as beautiful as Harry. The shorts were clumsily shoved from his hips and he stepped out of them when they hit the carpet. My nervousness was clear through my shaking hands as I touched over the smooth skin of Harry’s stomach. He hummed, his fingertips brushing my cheek, thumb sliding over my bottom lip. My eyes desperately found his, green and sparkling.
“Shh, it’s alright, Baby.” Harry whispered.
 My eyelashes fluttered as he softly nudged my head with his. Large hands placed on top of my trembling ones, guiding them to the band of his boxers. He helped me in slipping them down his hips. My gaze still locked on Harry’s as his underwear dropped round his feet. I wasn’t really sure what to do, but I forced myself to make the first move, pushing my uncertainty to the back of my mind. Harry’s lips parted as I blindly cupped my small hand underneath his already throbbing erection. The thick length was hard and heavy resting in my palm. The soft silky feeling of his skin surprised me, a vast contrast to the rigid shaft. He groaned lightly at the touch before placing his hand under mine, encouraging me to curl my fingers round him.
“Pump.” He whispered breathlessly.
 I slowly moved my wrist back and forth. Harry stayed speechless apart from a few soft moans. Curly hair tickled at my forehead as hot breath puffed over my face. I felt his hand briefly graze mine a few times as my touch neared the tip. His arm was moving and I found myself curious. Harry’s lips pressed a kiss to mine before I looked down. I took in a shaky breath, my eyes widening at his size. Harry’s thumb was gently rubbing circles into the swollen head.
“Let me.” I whispered.
 He removed his hand as I carefully replicated his actions with my thumb. The sounds he made against the crook of my neck told me I was doing it right. After a few more minutes I noticed Harry’s breathing pick up considerably. Bare chest rising and falling quickly. He desperately grabbed my hands, pinning them to my sides. I was about to apologise for doing something wrong before he smiled.
“I don’t want to come yet.” He grinned.
 I couldn’t believe I had brought him close to orgasm in such a short period of time. Before I could sink down to the carpet he caught hold of my hips.
“Kiss me first.” Harry whispered.
 I eagerly complied. Kissing was one of the things I was accustomed to with Harry. His warm tongue quickly slipped into my mouth, invading my senses. My hands clasped round his neck, allowing me to lean up to him. I jumped slightly, feeling his erection brush my stomach. But he was too lost in me to notice my apprehension. Wet kisses were left down my neck as I pressed my fingertips into his nape, soon slipping my touch into his curls. When he drew back he had a dimpled smile spread over his lips.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded before he sweetly kissed my cheek.
 I got down on my knees in front of him, breathing picking up as I was once again intimidated by his size. The thick length stood away from his body. My thumb carefully rubbed over the swollen head, receiving a deep moan from Harry. I glanced up to see his eyes squeezed closed, bottom lip taken harshly between his teeth. When my focus fell back to eye level my fingers traced down the soft skin of the stiff shaft. But before I could touch him further, Harry caught hold of my hands, tugging me up. I felt his tip brush against my clothed stomach a second time as the distance between us decreased.
“W-What’s wrong?” I stuttered.
“Let’s go over to the bed.” He spoke softly.
 I agreed before he guided me to the mattress, where he took a seat on the end. My body knelt down in front of him once more. Harry took my chin in his hand, tilting it up to him.
“We don’t have to.”
 “I-I want to.”
He smiled as his touch dropped away. My hands rested on his knees, Harry’s eyes fluttering closed as my touch carefully ran up and down his thighs whilst I repositioned myself closer. My left kept its place on Harry’s leg, my right bravely taking hold of his erection. He observed intently through hooded eyes as I placed small kisses up the hard shaft, my tongue leaving a bold stripe on the underside. His orbs sparkled as I peered up to him.
“It’s alright.” He breathed.
 My tongue soon enveloped the throbbing head in warmth. Harry’s hips shifted on the mattress in response, a groan falling from his lips. But I noticed he made an effort to keep still, not wishing to push me further. My focus trained on his face as I tried to concentrate on providing him with pleasure, wanting to hear the throaty sound again. I immediately pulled back when a wince sharply sucked through Harry’s pursed lips.
“Sorry, sorry.” I gushed.
 He shook his head, smiling down at me. Cute ringlets tousled round his face. Harry’s touch warmed through my body as he traced over my lips with his thumb. He knew the action comforted me.
“No teeth.” He chuckled.
 I shyly nodded in response, a heated blush glowing in my cheeks. I felt like my nerves were getting the better of me, but I proceeded to start again with Harry’s instructions. I knew my first time giving oral stimulation wouldn’t be perfect. Thoughts of how experienced Harry was floated through my already uneasy mind. I frowned, he probably thought I was such a klutz. My lips made a popping sound as I drew back, swallowing anxiously.
“Take your time.” He encouraged quietly.
 His hand was placed over my own which rested on his leg. It surprised me as Harry leant down, pressing his plump lips to mine reassuringly. He flashed his dimples at me, drawing back as I settled again. I whimpered holding his base and rolling my tongue round what I could fit in my mouth. Harry was cautiously observing me as strained moans fell from his parted lips. I struggled to take him deeper, my eyes screwing closed. His hand pressed to my shoulder, carefully pushing me away.
“Don’t force yourself.” He worriedly spoke.
 I decided to use my hand to pump his length, my mouth taking in what was comfortable. He smiled, seemly happier with my actions, the muscles in his tensed thighs relaxing. Small droplets of sweat glistened on his forehead, dark curls sticking to the glittering perspiration. I couldn’t help but notice how much hotter it had grown in Harry’s room, wishing we had opened the window before we had begun. I had thought his hand was coming down to tangle into my hair, but he happily shocked me. Harry’s large span resting against my neck as he brushed his fingers gently over my skin.
 My movements became faster, pumping him up and down quickly. Fingertips pressed deeply into his thigh as I watched Harry’s eyes squeezed closed, lips parting. When he focused back on me his breathing was heavy, his hand taking my chin, thumb rubbing over my cheek.
“Slow, Baby, slow it down.” He pleaded.
 My pace changed to accommodate Harry’s request. I pulled back, the length slipping from my mouth as I licked the small slit, the substance tasted salty. I continued to take Harry past my lips. His hand pried my fingers from his thigh, guiding me to his balls which hung down at the base.
“S-Squeeze.” He stuttered.
 I complied, loving the sight of him close to falling apart above me. My fingertips teased gently at the new area before Harry deeply moaned.
“T-There Bo, do that again.” He gushed.
 I carefully dug my tips into the back of his balls. Harry’s head rolled back in response, gasping for air. When he looked back down at me the green of his eyes had grown darker. Long fingers softly swept my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. My tongue glided over his tip, taking in the bead that had leaked from his slit.
“Take your top off for me.” Harry instructed breathlessly.
 Drawing back I was aided in removing my t shirt. The fabric dropped, joining Harry’s carelessly discarded clothing. I immediately returned to my previous actions, recognising the look on his beautiful face. He was close. My movements continued until Harry gripped my shoulder.
“Bo.” He strained.
 He gently pushed me away, his length slipping from my warm mouth. Harry reached down to touch himself but I stopped him. My small hand wrapping round him instead as I pumped. My name left his lips in breathy gasps and seconds later a sticky white liquid shot out from the head. I flinched as it squirted onto my chest. The warmth dripped down my skin as another wave of pleasure rolled through. Harry groaned, his breathing erratic as he flopped back on the bed.
“Oh my god.” He mumbled.
 His length gradually softened in my hand as I carefully traced my fingertips along the warm skin and protruding veins. Harry hissed when my thumb gently rolled over the sensitive swollen head. My lips trailed kisses up his right thigh, feeling the dark hair before I stood from the floor, laying on the bed beside him. Harry looked exhausted, chest rising and falling at an alarming rate.
“Was it alright?” I whispered.
 He rolled his head to the side, grinning as he nodded. I think he may have lost his voice. We remained quiet for a few more minutes, but Harry caught my arm just as I was getting up to open the window. My left hand travelled up, brushing damp ringlets from his sweaty forehead as he lazily smiled. I watched as he reached out, long fingers taking some of the white substance from my chest. He curiously peered at me, offering the tips of his fingers to my mouth.
“Taste?”
I nodded, complying as I took his fingers past my lips. It was salty. My mouth savouring his taste before taking hold of his hand, tugging it away. I guided him back to my chest. He smiled, sweeping up a little more onto his tips and waiting for me to part my lips again. I hummed sucking on his index and middle finger.
“Did you enjoy that?” He asked, smiling.
“I enjoyed watching you.” I whispered, my cheeks flushing lightly.
“Ditto.” Harry grinned. “That was amazing.” He hummed.
 I heard him chuckle as I glanced away, slightly embarrassed. We were both fully aware I needed practise, as it were.
“I thought it was cute.” Harry admitted, obviously referring to my clumsy first experience.
 His words brought me some relief to my racing mind.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up.” He playfully spoke.
 Harry took my hand, hauling me from the bed as I giggled.

CHAPTER 32

 

We talked through the shower curtain, as I took a seat on the closed toilet lid. I couldn’t help smiling to myself, playing back the events that had happened a short time ago in my room. The feel of Bo’s lips was something indescribable. Her first time had been a little clumsy which was to be expected, but that made her even more adorable.
“Harry?”
 “Mm.” My head turned to the curtain pulled across the bath.
 There was silence for a few seconds. The only sound was that of the running water.
“You alright?” I asked, rising from my seat.
“W-Who do you talk to on the phone?” Bo timidly asked.
 Her bravery now only becoming apparent with the flimsy barrier between us, unable to ask me face to face. I sincerely hoped it wasn’t because I frightened her. But I had a feeling that was exactly the reason. Maybe Bo didn’t realise just how easy it would be for me to rip the curtain back.
“Are you done?” I asked, delaying my answer to her question.
“Oh, um, yeah.” She stuttered.
 The water was turned off as I reached for the large towel on the rail. Her fingers gripped the material shielding her naked body from me as she peered round the shower curtain. Long, dark hair flowing over her shoulder. I raised the towel up, ready to wrap her.
“Close your eyes.” She mumbled.
“Bo, I’ve seen you naked before. Just get out.” I teased.
“No, close your eyes.”
I laughed before complying to Bo’s request. Once I heard her climb from the bath my arms wrapped round her small body. Opening my eyes to see her staring her at me as the towel engulfed her. My hands rubbed her arms through the fluffy material, attempting to get her dry. I watched her move away and over to the door, struggling to readjust the towel, securing it under her arms.
 I couldn’t help the grin spread on my face as I observed her rummage in one of my drawers before quickly tugging out a pair of black boxers. She peered at me for a second, trying to hide behind the open wardrobe door as she tugged the underwear up her legs. When she reappeared the towel was clasped in her small hand. A t shirt of mine had obviously been found in the wardrobe, the hem falling to her mid-thigh. She looked beautiful. I had never allowed any other girl to wear my clothes but with Bo it was different. She was mine. I enjoyed watching her walk round the bedroom in my baggy top.
 Bo could sense my orbs trailing over her body. Blue eyes discovering my lustful ones. I moved closer to her, taking her smaller hands in mine as she peered up at me. My lips pressed a kiss to her blushing cheek as I walked her backwards towards the bed, where I pinned her to the mattress. Bo’s musical laughter filled the room as I playfully growled, nibbling at her neck. It was when our clothed chests pressed together that I became aware of her lack of bra. I grinned down at her, my hand slowly nudging up the top she had recently put on. Her eyes became wide when she realised what I was doing.
“No.” She anxiously spoke.
 Her small hands hastily travelled up to grip the fabric, not wanting it to be pushed up any higher. Bo’s urgent actions left me confused. I dipped my head, nose nudging at the hand that still tightly clasped the crinkled shirt. When she didn’t move I pressed a light kiss to her skin.
“Why?” I frowned.
 I had seen her completely bare everywhere else. My fingertips softly traced over her stomach. But I didn’t receive a verbal answer, just a shake of the head.
“Would it help if I took my t shirt off as well? We can be topless together.” I playfully smiled, trying to encourage her.
 Bo’s body was tense underneath me. My head dipped slightly, lowering my voice to a whisper.
“I want to become intimate with every part of your beautiful body.” My hands moved up to her chest. “Including these.”
She gasped as my palms gently rubbed over her breasts, cupping and squeezing. Even through the fabric of the t shirt I could still feel her nipples harden with my careful touch. Bo’s voice remained silent, but her posture was a little more relaxed. Her eyes desperately found mine. I couldn’t quite decipher the emotion on her face. Fear of me? No.
“Can I?”
She gave me a small nod. My fingers slowly tugged up the grey material. When I got to just below her chest I paused before cautiously pulling it the rest of the way up. I made sure to brush past the taut peaks, smiling as she whimpered.
 My voice hummed in appreciation as I stared down at her revealed flesh. The skin was beautifully pale and I relaxed a little at the knowledge that she obviously hadn’t sunbathed topless before. I didn’t want anyone ogling what was mine.
 She tensed, Bo’s breathing picking up as my fingers trailed across to her left breast. Her chest was rising and falling quickly under my touch. The skin was so soft. Her eyes squeezed closed as I curiously leaned slightly to the side, getting a better look at a mark that appeared misplaced on her beautiful skin. This was why she had been so reluctant to reveal herself to me. I frowned as my tips traced a sizable scar round the curve of her breast. It pained me to see her eyes squeezed closed. My body laid down by the side of her, Bo’s arms stiffly by her waist as she allowed me to continue my exploration.
“What happened?” I asked quietly.
 She rolled her head away, not being able to look at me. I leaned up on my elbow, my fingers gently catching her chin and turning her back. My thumb carefully wiped away a stay tear.
“I-I was in the car with my dad.” She whispered. “In the back seat. I made it out..he didn’t.” Her voice strained as she spoke the last two words.
 The hurtful memories I knew were imprinted in her brain displayed clearly across her face.
“It’s ugly, I hate it.” Bo sniffed.
 My heart ached as I watched the girl I cared about attempt to hold back sobs. I shook my head, dipping down to press delicate kisses to the scar. She gasped, her small hand going to the back of my head. When I removed my touch she quickly tugged the material back down, covering the area she obviously hadn’t shown anyone else. I hated to think she felt like that. She was beautiful. In my eyes the imperfection only added to her.
 It looked like she was about to cry. So I acted swiftly, stripping my top from my torso as I knelt over her. I had never openly shown anyone my mark. A few girls had discovered the horrible reminder when we had explored each other’s naked bodies. But it was something I chose to keep hidden.
 I grasped Bo’s smaller hand in mine, bringing it up to my side. She looked slightly confused, still with tears threatening to spill but I carried on regardless. My eyes closed as I led her to just under my armpit, her fingers lightly touching the hair as I curled my arm above my head. I traced her tips over the raised jagged line that was a couple of inches long. She sat up slightly, trying to have a better look.
“W-What..”
She anxiously looked to me, her free hand holding onto my waist for support.
“I tried to protect my mum…my dad had a bottle.”
Bo gasped, fear in her eyes as she sat up fully beside me. I let go of her hand but she kept it there, continually tracing over the scar.
“Oh, Harry.” She whispered.
 She leant into me. Her soft lips pressing multiple kisses to the damaged skin. A sigh emitted from my mouth, lashes fluttering as I rolled my head back slightly, getting lost in her delicate touches. Before I had found Bo, it was always rough; no one had treated me like this before.
 I caught hold of her chin, kissing her cheek. She gave me a small smile as I carefully pushed her to lie on her back, head resting on the pillow. Her hand reached up brushing my hair back from my forehead.
“We might not like them, but they’re a part of who we are.” I spoke.
 Bo’s fingers desperately gripped one of my hands, the other going to the hem of her top. I watched as she hesitantly raised the fabric, revealing her breasts to me again. I smiled at her bravery, she really was amazing. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly under my gaze. Bo observed intently as I slowly lowered down, lips pressing to her scar once more.
“It’s not ugly…because you’re beautiful.” I whispered.
 My lips wrapped round her taut nipple, sucking and lightly tugging at the peak to try and provoke a reaction. She whimpered with my touch. My other hand travelling up to cup her right breast. I smiled as she placed her hand over mine, our breathing increasing with each passing second.
 Bo jumped slightly as I pinched the nipple between my thumb and index, rolling the sensitive numb. My mouth pulled back, flicking heated strokes of my tongue over her breast.
“H-Harry.” Bo gasped quietly.
 Fingers slid into the curls at the back of my head, causing me to release a throaty moan as she fisted the ringlets. I loved it when she pulled at my hair, it was one of my biggest turn ons. Maybe it was the thought of her having control over me, directing me to where she wanted. I responded by carefully kneading her chest, aware that she was inexperienced in most areas when it came to sex or anything related.
 Glancing up to Bo, her mouth was agape as she closed her eyes. I revelled in the knowledge that I was the first one touch her like this; not being able to stand the thought of anyone else seeing her in her most vulnerable state. She trusted me. I caught the hardened peak once again between my lips, suckling as I pulled it taut. My hair tickled at her skin, something that caused her to breathily laugh.
 My lips made a popping sound as I pulled back, staring down at the girl below me. I heard her whimper at the loss of contact; fingers tightening in my hair. Bo’s shy smile crossing her beautiful mouth.
“What do you want?” I asked, slightly amused.
 Bo tugged me back down to her chest. My chuckle vibrating against her breasts as I left wet kisses to the pale skin. I pecked her nipples before licking a bold line up the valley. I couldn’t stop myself, laughing as I nuzzled my face between her breasts. Her giggle was contagious, pushing me away as she pulled down her top and rolled over to her side.
 I playfully moaned in complaint, my body fitting in behind her.
“Harry.” She whispered.
 My hand travelled up under the front of the t shirt she wore, quickly cupping one of her breasts. I gently squeezed before speaking.
“Perfect size.” My voice quiet and seductive.
 Bo giggled again, gripping my wrist and tugging my hand from her body. I held her close, arms wrapped protectively round her as we laid in silence for a short time. Her question earlier from the shower still played on my mind. I wanted her to know.
 Bo’s POV
 I played with Harry’s long fingers , relaxing back into his strong body. My lips broke into a small smile as I felt him leave soft kisses to the back of my neck. His legs moving up closer under mine.
“It’s my mum and sister.” Harry quietly spoke into my hair.
“W-What?” I stuttered, my body struggling to wiggle round in his protective hold.
 Our faces were close as we laid on our sides parallel to each other.
“Well, it’s mostly my sister. She’s still a pain in the arse.” He grinned, dimples popping in his cheeks.
 I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out, speechless. My expression must have look baffled as Harry explained himself further.
“Y-You asked me before in the shower… It’s my mum and sister on the phone.”
 “Oh my god.” I breathlessly spoke, raising my hand to cover my mouth.
 Harry’s face broke out into an uncontrollable grin as he stared at me. My hand was taken in his large one, kisses sprinkled over the skin.
“It’s because of you.” His big green eyes peered at me.
“M-Me?” I stuttered, my mind not being able to focus properly, the new information a little bit of a shock.
“You were the one that encouraged me to call them…I-I can’t thank you enough, Bo. I’ve got my family back because of you.” Harry almost whispered.
 I remained silent, at a complete loss for words.
“You’re not angry are you? For me not telling you sooner?” He desperately asked.
“No, No.” I gushed. “Of course I’m not angry, Harry……I’m so happy for you.”
I smiled taking in the beautiful curly haired guy in my arms. He rolled me on top of his body as I laughed. I leaned down kissing his cheek before rubbing my nose to his. Harry’s face dropped slightly as he stared up at me.
“I didn’t tell you” he shook his head. “I-I didn’t tell anyone because something always happens. I always fuck it up, Bo. I di-didn’t want to make a mess of it. I needed it to work.”
My head rested on Harry’s chest, inhaling his warm sent as I smiled. He squeezed my hand.
“Thank you, Bo.” He whispered.

 FLASHBACK
 I lightly groaned, eyes taking a little while to adjust to the morning sun. My body felt overly warm and I realised it was the girl draped over my body. Bo’s long hair did a good job of hiding her face as she nuzzled into my chest. I smiled, finding it difficult to remember if I had ever felt this content when waking up. I had never been a morning person, especially when I was younger. In my teenage years it was a miracle if I fell out of bed before one in the afternoon. My fingers gently stroked her dark waves back from her face.
 My mind wandered back through the time I had spent with Bo. She had been the first to really take an interest in me. Not my looks, but me.
 I took my bottom lip between my teeth in concentration as I focused on not waking up the beautiful girl on top of me. I gently lifted Bo, wiggling out from under her warm body. She stirred slightly before quietly whimpering in complaint. I watched on amused as she settled for wrapping her arms round the pillow I was previously laid on. A deep breath was taken in, inhaling the fabric as her breathing evened once again.
 She looked like an angel. My angel. I sat on the side of the mattress, my fingers carefully brushing over her cheek as she continued to sleep. Her long hair fell out round her as she pressed her face to the pillow, Bo lying on her stomach. The duvet was pulled up, her body looking small in comparison to the large bed.
 As I stared at her I thought back to what she had said to me a couple of days before. I had gotten angry with her. I didn’t intent to scare her, but I knew I had. “They’re still your family….they love you.” Bo’s words echoing through my mind. Maybe it was time for me to try again. I could try for her.
 I missed them so much, but I didn’t think I could take the pain of them rejecting me. Especially my mum. The look on her face after she witnessed me beat Jess’ boyfriend was something I could never forget. Fear. Fear of me.
 I gulped back the emotions a Bo broke me out of my thoughts. Her face softly nudged against my hand, her body shifting towards my warmth in her sleep. I quickly grabbed my phone from the side, carefully removing myself from the bed to stand at the end. My fingers scrolled down my contacts before I found the person I was looking for. My eyes locked on Bo’s sleeping form, her legs had curled up under the duvet as I waited for him to pick up.
“Hello?” He gruffly spoke down the line.
 I had clearly just woken him up.
“Louis, it’s Harry. I need your help… I need to find someone.”

CHAPTER 33

 

Flashback continued
“This better be the right number this time, Lou.” I gruffly spoke.
“Haz mate, relax. We haven’t tried that many.” He reasoned.
“Twelve.” I sharply replied. “I thought you were supposed to be good at this sort of thing. It took you all of three minutes to find that girl’s number and address.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Louis remained silent.
“You know, the one with the massive..”
 “I know, I know.” He cut me off rather curtly. “And I thought we agreed to never speak of the incident again.”
The phone was still held to my ear as I walked into my bedroom again, a mug of tea in hand. I took small sips of the steaming liquid, my gaze locked on the beauty still asleep in my bed. Her body now tangled in the sheets.
“I’ve got it.” Louis spoke up.
 He recited off a number which I hastily copied down.
“You sure?”
I didn’t really want to go through another unsuccessful phone call.
“Yep, says “Styles” on the database.” There was a pause.“Haz, you owe me one. If I get caught hacking in..”
 “Mate, relax.” I spoke using the same tone he had earlier. “We both know you’ve done it before and will probably do it again.”
 “That’s beside the point.” He replied, but I detected a hint of humour in his voice.
 I placed my mug on the bedside table, glancing at Bo to make sure she was alright before walking from the bedroom to the kitchen. My nervousness was clear as I gulped. I knew Louis could tell.
“Harry, goodluck.” He spoke quietly, the amusement draining from his voice.
“Thanks, Lou.”
I hung up the phone, staring down at the numbers scrawled across the bit of paper. My fingers raked through my messy curls, hand rubbing over my face. All my fears came bombarding to the forefront of my mind. Rejection, my family not wanting me. That’s what I feared the most. I guess I had put it off all this time because a small part of me hoped that they would lovingly take me back. But I knew this wasn’t the case.
 My heart sunk at the realisation this might be the final time I would speak to them. But I shoved the thought away, inhaling a deep breath and typing the numbers in to dial.
 ***
 Jess’ POV
 I waited for mum to return back from the shops, something about buying more tea bags. My feet aimlessly wandered through to the living room. She always kept the house tidy, remembering how she would constantly nag Harry to pick up his dirty socks from the carpet and how he would groan in complaint. I weakly smiled as my eyes landed on the picture that always stood on the small table in the corner. It was of Harry and I, his curls tousled as he had just broken out of my playful headlock. We grinned at the camera, my mum taking the photo.
 I often wondered where he was now, what he was doing, if he missed us. It had been four years since we’d seen him, four years since he left. My baby brother, only sixteen when he lashed out at my boyfriend at the time. I shook my head, desperately trying to evade the horrible memories. We were shocked. He had to grow up faster than his years, taken on the responsibility of the only male in the house. It had taken witnessing Harry beat him nearly to death, for me to realise what a cruel and disgusting man I was dating. But it was too late. Harry left that evening.
 We had desperately tried to search for him. But it was like he had fallen off the face of the Earth. I jumped as the phone rang, quickly wiping away the small tears I hadn’t noticed falling from my eyes. I cleared my throat before pressing the green button.
“Hello.”
 “Oh, hi, does umm, is this Kathy Styles?” I raspy voice stuttered.
 I frowned slightly before replying.
“No, she’s just popped out for a bit. This is her daughter, can I take a message?”
My hands rummaged for a note pad and a pen from a drawer. I cleared my throat, trying to get some response out of the mystery called. The line was silent on the other end.
“I can get her to call you back?” I suggested.
 I was about to put the phone down, thinking the call had died before the male voice spoke again.
“Jessy?” He whispered.
 I swallowed back the lump in my throat, my heart pounding against my chest. It can’t be. The only person who called me that…. I suddenly began to feel faint.
“Oh my god.”
The phone dropped from my hand, clattering to the floor. My eyes squeezed closed, reality falling away for a short time as I became lost in my whirling thoughts. After a second my mind caught up with my body and I fell to my knees. My hands urgently gripped the phone.
“H-Harry?” I desperately pleaded.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
 I could hear the slight amusement in his voice. Always the cheeky one.
“My baby brother.” I mumbled, tears in my eyes. “Where are you?”
 “I’m in my flat.” His tone told me he was rolling his eyes.
“Oh my gosh, you have a flat.” I quietly confirmed. “And your voice has gotten so deep.”
To me he was still just a sixteen year old boy. Awkward teenager with crazy curly hair.
“Jessy, I’m twenty.” He said matter-of-factly.
 The tears had started again, rolling down my cheeks. We’d missed out on four years of his life. My heart lurched at the thought of him being all on his own. He’d left when he was still a boy. I couldn’t bear to think of what had gone through his mind four years ago. Our reactions to the event in the back garden forcing him to believe the people he loved were terrified of him.
“We’ve missed you, Harry.” I whispered. “My God, we’ve missed you so much.”
My sobbing became a little erratic as I attempted to rein in the emotions. I slowly slid to the floor, tightly clutching the phone to my ear, desperate to hear his voice. Desperate not to lose him again.
“Please Jess, don’t cry.” Harry mumbled.
“I want to see you.” I gushed.
 ***
 Harry’s POV
 I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I strolled back to the bedroom. We were going to meet. After four years I was going to see my mum and sister again. My eyes lit up as I spotted Bo. She was the reason, the beautiful, stubborn girl in front of me. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have tired. I would have carried on with the rest of my life, continuing to think my family wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. A feeling of being lost, unloved constantly aching in my chest.
 She was awake, sitting up, knees bent as she leant back against the headboard. Her hand hastily travelled up to her hair, attempting to tame the wavy locks.
“Hello, Beautiful.”
She shyly smiled, speaking a quiet “good morning”.
I crawled onto the end of the bed, Bo taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Is that my tea?” I asked amused, raising my eyebrows.
“It’s mine now.”
I loved it when she was playful with me. A smirk broke over my face, taking the mug from her grasp, placing it to the bedside table once more. Her innocence shining through as I watched her eyes widen. My hands gripped her ankles and in one swift movement I yanked her down to lie flat on her back beneath me. I smiled down at her, touch running over her body through one of my t shirts she wore.
“Well, you’re mine.” I whispered.

 ***
 Jess’ POV
“Do you think he’ll come?” I asked anxiously to my mum.
“Course he will.” My mum smiled reassuringly, but I could tell she was as nervous as I was. “He might be a bit late though.”
We laughed, Harry had never really been one to keep on top of time. I twiddled my straw round, watching the bubbles float to the top as we conversed together. My mum and I had grown closer with my little brother’s devastating departure. The thought of losing another member of the family was completely indescribable. To be on your own…my baby brother on his own.
“Do you think we’ll recognise him?” I asked.
 I hoped his hair hadn’t changed; his curls and dimples something of a signature look, along with his cheeky smile. When my mum didn’t reply I looked up at her. But her focus was now on the door, mouth slightly agape before she covered it with her hand. I turned on my stool to see a tall guy, dark curls flopping over his forehead before he pushed them back. His green eyes scanned the area, his mouth forming into a cheeky grin as he spotted us. I couldn’t move from my position and neither could my mum. I might have fallen to the floor if I attempted to stand.
 He made his way over to us, denim shirt buttoned up to the top, white converse. Our heads tilted up as he came to stand in front of the stools we were sat on. He looked so much older, taller. My eyes furiously absorbed his face. His jaw was more defined, smooth skin displaying a hint of stubble. Harry’s hair was longer, still holding curls but not the tight ringlets he displayed in his younger years. But it was his eyes that caught my attention. A deeper shade of green..darker.
 My mum was up first, wrapping her arms tightly round his waist, burying her face into his side. He held her closely to his body. Harry smiled, looking to me as he raised his other arm, offering me a hug. I jumped up, quickly accepting the offer. I rested my head on his hard chest, tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Harry.” I cried softly.
 My mum was still clinging to him as I drew back, peering up to his face. I couldn’t believe it was really him. After all this time, we never thought we’d see him again.
“You’re so tall.” I commented.
“Either that or you’ve both got shorter.” Harry playfully retaliated.
“Your voice is deeper.”
 “You told me that on the phone.” He laughed.
 I couldn’t help but smile upon hearing his laughter again. My gaze wandered over him, hands reaching out to his free arm. I felt my mouth drop open slightly as I squeezed his bicep.
“Holy shit, your muscles are massive.” I gushed in disbelief.
 I still couldn’t shake the thought of him being an awkward sixteen year old teenager. His body had lost all the puppy fat he once carried. His muscles growing and defining.
“You might not be able to get me in a headlock now.” He teased.
“I can’t believe it’s you.” I whispered.
 But as I thought about the time we had spent apart, I couldn’t stop the horrible memories of hearing my mum cry herself to sleep for nights on end. Wishing she had done something to stop Harry from leaving. Both of us were distraught at his disappearance. The hurt returned with full force. It was almost as if he’d died. The feelings both my mum and myself had been left with, were identical to experiencing a loved one being harshly ripped from life.
 I yanked his arm off; Harry’s face holding confusion. My fist punched him hard in the chest.
“Oww.” Harry rubbed over the sore spot.
“You left us.” I sobbed. “When we needed you, you left us.”
The teasing in his eyes disappeared. My mum standing back from him as we both peered up and the guy who had walked out on us. We stood closer together, my fingers lightly gripping hold of her hand. My mum had been quiet during this reunion. It was a lot for her to take in, especially as she hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to him on the phone.
“I-I didn’t think you wanted me.” He spoke quietly. “Not after what happened.”
Harry’s words clenched at my heart. He looked like a lost little boy; his stronger physical appearance not being able to hide the obvious vulnerability he still held.
“You’re a bloody idiot, Harry. Of course we wanted you. Y-You’re my brother, I’ll always love you.”
He bit his lip as his head dipped down. Curls falling over his face as he gripped both of our hands, almost too afraid to let go.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
 I desperately tried to hold back the tears. I knew Harry had arranged to meet in a public place to try and prevent a scene.
“Oh god.” My mum mumbled.
 Her free hand caught hold of the back of his neck, tugging him down. His head rested on her shoulder as she stroked his curls. I heard him sniff lightly, his large hand holding mine tightly.
“I’m sorry.” His voice breaking as he repeated the words.
“It’s alright, Baby.” My mum comforted.
 ***
 We had moved from the bar to one of the many tables at the restaurant. The shock of seeing Harry again, slowly starting to sink in.
“Where’s your chain?” I asked.
 The necklace had been given to Harry for his sixteenth birthday. The gift was never taken off.
“Someone else wears it now.”
I frowned, not really understanding why he would have given it away. It had meant so much to him. But my mind suddenly caught on to his loving words. A gasp fell from my lips, smile spreading across my face as he shyly smiled back.
“What’s her name?…H-His name?” I rushed.
 He shook his head laughing.
“Jessy, I like girls.” He whined.
 I was about to speak again before a busty waitress came over with our drinks. She only glanced at my mum and myself, her attention fully on Harry who seemed unfazed my her attention seeking attempts towards him.
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
Her top was low, cleavage on full show as she peered at him through her fake lashes.
“No, I think we’re good thanks.” Harry looked to both of us.
 My stomach had been churning all day at the thought of seeing my brother again, I had hardly eaten anything. I had no appetite for food. We nodded in agreement and the waitress huffed quietly before departing. I looked to Harry who didn’t seem to notice the not so subtle advances the blonde was giving him.
“And apparently girls like you too.”
He shook his curls, smiling. I scanned round the other tables. It was true, a number of female eyes were giving Harry curious glances. Lustful gazes travelling up and down his body. I suddenly felt protective, it was my baby brother that they were ogling. I gave one particular woman a hard glare. She looked a little flustered before returning back to her conversation with who I presumed was her boyfriend.
“Tell us about her.” My mum smiled.
 My focus came hurtling back to our table. I suddenly became intensely curious as to who Harry was clearly smitten with.
“What’s her name, how old is she, where did you guys meet?…Can we meet her?”
 “Jessy, stop.” Harry chuckled.
 His bottom lip was nervously taken between his teeth, his eyes glancing from my mum to myself. I smiled as he shuffled in his seat. Harry’s apprehension making him look younger, the boy I remembered.
“Her name’s Bo.” His head dipped down, trying to conceal the pink splashing his cheeks. “She’s beautiful.” He mumbled quietly.
“Awww, Hazzzz.” I cooed, to which I was quickly told, rather rudely, to shut up.
 ***
 End of Flashback
 Bo’s POV
 His mouth was slightly agape, soft snores falling from his plump lips. I smiled at Harry’s hair, messy curls adorned the pillow. My mind wandered back to what he had told me the night before. I was elated to hear he had contacted his family. And by the look on his face when he had told me, I had a feeling everything had gone alright. It shed some light on the constant phone calls, obviously his mum or sister wanting to make sure he was alright.
 Harry lightly groaned as I carefully moved, wiggling down the bed. The covers went with me, revealing his toned chest as it rose up and down, but he didn’t seem to mind the loss of duvet, still fast asleep. He looked adorable.
 My lips ghosted over the smooth skin of his stomach before moving lower. Small bursts of kisses were peppered over his left hip. Harry stirred slightly with the affection. I glanced up, long eyelashes still fanned over the top of his pink tinged cheeks. Smiling, my fingers gently hooked into the elastic on his hip, slowly pulling it down for more access. I continued with my small pecks. Then moving to kiss down his happy trial.
 I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from giggling, my fingers gently easing down the elastic from below his belly button. I didn’t quite manage my goal. Harry’s large hands catching hold of my wrists and tugging me up the bed. His eyes were still closed as I lay on top of him. My giggling caused him to moan.
“What are you doing to me, woman?” His raspy voice asked.
 I brushed my fingers over his cheek, gently encouraging him to allow me to see the sparkling green orbs I loved.
“Mornin’, Handsome.” I smiled.
 He ginned, focus locked on my face. It was a few minutes before he spoke, forehead creasing in confusion.
“Were you going to wake me up with a blowjob?”
My cheeks blushed as I nuzzled into his neck, embarrassment taking over. It hadn’t been my plan to wake him in such an intimate way. But I didn’t deny it, I would allow him to believe it was my intention, simply because it was more fun. Maybe I would indulge him in the heated wake-up call another time. My face redden at the thought.
“Because I can always go back to sleep and you can try again.” He cheekily suggested.
 I gasped at his proposal, lightly hitting him on the chest as he laughed.
 Shortly after the tickling Harry had initiated I had gotten in the shower, quickly getting ready for work. My wet hair was plaited down my back, fingers holding the end as I finished it off with the band Harry left out for me. I was just about to go and find him in the kitchen when a hard knock was heard from the front door.
“Bo, will you get that?” Harry spoke.
“Sure.”
I tugged the front of my low top up before walking down the hallway. My fingers gripped the cold handle before swinging the door open. I couldn’t help but take a step back. The man in the doorway was huge, his height looming above me, much like Harry. My mouth seemed to dry as I peered up at him, his lips holding a smirk.
“Hmm, I was expecting someone a little taller.” He joked. “Harry in?”
Tattoos trailed up one of his strong arms, a sleeve of dark colour swarming on his skin. The ink stopped at the fabric on the arm of his t shirt. I swallowed down my fright before turning my head back round into the flat.
“Harry.” I called.
 My focus snapped back as I felt a large, sweaty hand on my shoulder. I stood frozen, his touch running up my neck to cup my chin. His smile was far from friendly as his icy eyes trailed down to my chest.
“You Harry’s girl?”
I thought back to the last time someone had asked me that. Jake. My answer had been a strong no. But so many things had changed since then. The guy with unmistakable darkness hidden in his stunning green eyes had swept me off my feet; quite literally in some instances.
“Yes.” I replied rather sharply before yanking his wrist away from me. “Harry!” My voice shouted, rather urgently behind me.
 The curly-haired guy hastily appeared moments later. Joggers slung low on his hips and he yanked a t shirt over his head before striding swiftly in our direction. He looked less than happy at the current situation in front of him. My upper arm was taken in his large hand, gently tugging me behind him. He stood tall and protective before turning to me.
“Go and wait in the living room.” He spoke quietly.
 I gently squeezed his hand before complying, feet moving quickly to the lounge. Harry’s focus was now on the, what looked to be, uninvited guest. My fingers hung onto the doorframe, peeking out to watch the interaction.
“What the hell do you want?” Harry asked through gritted teeth.
“I was sent to make sure you don’t pussy out of this evening.” He almost laughed.
“I’ll be there.” Harry’s voice hard.
 I anxiously watched the exchange between the two towering males. My heart thumping as I noticed Harry’s long fingers slowly curl into a tight fist by his side. But my vision was diverted to the other man who peered round Harry to me. The smile on his face put me on edge, even though I knew Harry would never let him get to me. Harry’s overly protective nature would have the large man pinned to the floor in seconds.
“I’d like to see her there too.” The guy smirked.
 My body stiffened. Harry’s green eyes found mine. Their softness hardening before he spun and shoved the guy in the chest. The man stumbled back slightly.
“Fuck you.” Harry angrily spat.
“Nah mate, I’d rather fuck her.” He laughed.
 The door was swiftly slammed in his face. Harry’s breathing was erratic as his back pressed to the wood. I could tell he was desperately trying to cling on to any calm he possessed. I hesitantly moved towards him, aware he was still angry.
“Harry?”
My voice was quiet. His head remained bowed, not meeting my gaze as he concentrated on finding an equilibrium. My hand slowly rose to his head, my fingers soothing stroking his curls; I knew it calmed him from previous experience. His deep sigh told me my attempts were succeeding. My face dipped slightly, finding the warmth of his cheek before placing a small kiss to the skin.
 His head rose to meet my cautious gaze. I gasped as he caught hold of my hands, squeezing them as his thumbs rubbed over the backs.
“Did he hurt you?” He gushed, anxiously waiting for my answer.
“No.” I replied, not wanting to provoke any unnecessary reaction.
 I stared down at our hands, Harry’s span so much larger than mine. The simple gesture made me feel safe in his presence.
“When I heard you shout my name..” His voice cracked.
“H-He just frightened me.” I interrupted.
 Harry’s posture seemed to relax a little, his lips planting a soft kiss to my mouth. Our foreheads pressed together, inhaling each other’s breath. Long eyelashes tickled at my skin.
“Is he the guy you’re fighting tonight?” I asked quietly.
“No, no that’s his wanker of a brother.” Harry’s tone holding distaste.
 My fingers tightened round his, a lump forming in my throat.
“I don’t want you to fight.” I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes.
 Harry’s strong arms brought me into a protective hug, my body being engulfed by his.
“I know, Baby.”

CHAPTER 34

 

I aimlessly scrolled through the messages on my phone, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel as I listened to The Vaccines, waiting for Bo to finish work. The phone was placed on the dashboard before I looked at my watch. What was taking her so long? I was just about to go and search for her when the door to the shop opened. She clumsily stumbled out, probably tripping over her own feet, knowing Bo. But my attention then narrowed on the guy who followed out behind her. My right hand clenched round the wheel as he quickly took her forearm, helping to steady her. Why was he touching her?
 She smiled at him before he handed her his phone. What was going on? I pushed my curls back as I continued to watch the interaction. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her…or lusting after her. But I remained in the car, knowing Bo wouldn’t appreciate it if I intervened. The longer I observed them, the tighter my grip became, knuckles turning white.
 As she walked away his eyes followed after her. He was making it blatantly obvious he was checking her out. Even when she was climbing into my car, there was a subtle tilt to his head as he gaped at her arse. Oh fuck this.
“Who’s that?” I asked sharply.
“Hello to you too, Harry.” She replied sarcastically before kissing my cheek.
 Bo’s fingers brushed back a few strands of hair from her face as she studied my less than pleased expression.
“Who is he?” I repeated a little angrier.
 I think Bo knew I wasn’t in the mood to joke. Her posture gave off the impression she was little apprehensive of my reaction.
“Dan.” Bo spoke quietly, looking down to start picking at her nails.
“And?” I raised my eyebrows.
 My patience was wearing thin as she gave me as little information as possible.
“And he’s just started work at the shop.”
 “Why did he give you his phone?”
She bravely peered up to me. Her lips parted to speak then clamped shut. I watched her gaze fall down once again.
“H-He’s new to the area. He asked if he could have my number so I could show him round.” Bo replied quietly.
 She nervously picked at her nails as she looked down to her lap once again.
“You’re not showing him round.” I bit back.
 I had a good idea what he wanted to see and he must have been fucking stupid to think I would let him anywhere near. Bo’s gaze came back to me, eyebrows set in a frown. I knew she wanted to protest but she bit her tongue. There wasn’t much point in arguing about it. I would get my way.
“Did you tell him you had a boyfriend?”
I forced my tone to resonate a softer sound, knowing I would get little out of her if she was frightened. My finger’s gently caught hold of her chin, angling it towards me as I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip.
“N-No, it hadn’t come up in conversation.”
My touch instantly fell away, turning my head to pin Dan with my gaze. He was still stood outside the shop, curiously observing our interaction as he was forced to try and determine what was happening through the movement of our mouths.
“He’s nice, Harry.”
I could tell by the tone of Bo’s voice she was desperately trying to convince me. My eyes squeezed closed in exasperation before locking my gaze with the girl sat in the passenger seat. She had no idea he had been shamelessly checking her out minutes before. Her innocence still proved to be something of an astonishment to me. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to let this guy take advantage of her naivety. Bo really did have no clue the effect she had on males.
 I let out a deep breath, pushing up the sleeves of my shirt to cool down.
“I’m going to have a little chat with him.” I spoke coldly.
 Bo reached out to grab my hand.
“Harry, don’t.”
But I was already out of the car.
 Bo’s POV
 I scrabbled to remove my bag and chuck it on the backseat. The passenger door could still only be opened from the outside so I clambered over the middle console to the driver’s door. I glanced out the windscreen to see where Harry was. My eyes widened when he momentarily looked back. His arm rose as he clicked the automatic lock on the key.
 I yanked at the handle but it wouldn’t budge. My mouth parted in disbelief. He’d locked me in.
“Harry!” I yelled through the glass.
 But he ignored my protest, continuing to walk towards Dan, who looked a little bewildered. I was forced to sit and watch as Harry had his “little chat.” His back was towards me, which I knew was a deliberate move, that way I wouldn’t be able to see his face.
 Harry was overreacting. Dan had been really sweet today at work. We had talked between serving customers, something I would do with most of the staff at the shop. It wasn’t anything special, we were just being friendly. But of course Harry blew things way out of proportion; his protective side looming over me once again.
 I was still seated on the driver’s side when Harry approached the car. He clicked the button on the key, unlocking the door. As soon as it was open I stumbled out. My attitude was a little hostile towards him, refusing to meet his green gaze as I yanked the back door open to retrieve my bag. How dare he lock me in his car. What on earth was he thinking?
“Bo. Where the hell are you going?” Harry asked.
 I attempted to walk away but my wrist became imprisoned in his large hand. He tugged me, backing me up against the side of his car. My fingers were still tightly wrapped round the strap of my bag.
“Let go.”
Harry’s voice was low and I knew he was trying to stay calm. I instantly released my bag, to hear it drop to the floor, my eyes trained solely on his face. His warm body was pressed to mine, preventing me from escape. My heart was pumping fast, breath coming out in short puffs. Both my wrists were now pinned to the metal of his car as he stared down at me. His orbs dark.
 I nervously peered to the right to see Dan still stood, eyes wide as he observed our interaction. I had grown used to Harry’s domineering gestures, but goodness knows how others portrayed the possessive behaviour. I quickly turned back when I heard what almost sounded like a growl from the back of Harry’s throat. His jaw was tense, grip tightening.
“You’re mine.” He deeply confirmed.
 His face relaxed a little, a smirk forming on his plump lips as he glanced over to Dan. His expression was almost goading before his focus averted back to me. I was surprised when his lips forcefully came down onto mine. His hot tongue prying into my mouth, exploring. My eyes were squeezed closed as he continued to use his strength, keeping me sandwiched between his body and the vehicle.
 I think Harry was aware of my reluctance towards his forceful advances, my posture not as willing as he would have liked. It was then he decided to raise my hands up, my tips brushing his curls before he released his hold. My fingers were instantly wound into his hair, fisting at the soft ringlets. I tugged on them, hard. My intention was for him to recognise my objection to his overbearing dominance , knowing full well it was for the benefit of Dan, who I assumed was still watching on. Harry was claiming his territory over me. But instead of backing away as I hoped he would, the throaty moan he emitted took me by surprise. The vibrations running through my entirety as he cupped his large hands under my thighs. It was then I remembered Harry liked it when I was rough with him, my actions completely backfiring. My body was lifted up, Harry forcing me to wrap my legs round his waist.
 I couldn’t help but gasp as his full lips placed kisses along my jaw before sucking on the spot where it met my neck. My small cries of protest transformed into whimpers. Harry knew exactly what he was doing.
“Say it.” He breathlessly demanded.
 I remained quiet. His torturous trail continuing down my neck. My fingers still tightly held his curls, his strong body pressing me further into the side of the car.
“Say it.” Harry’s voice a little harsher against my skin.
 I knew his level of annoyance was heightening as his lips pressed forcefully to my sensitive skin. My mouth parted as his intensity increased, Harry’s actions unforgiving as he severely sucked. Teeth grazed the reddened skin. It all became too much as I forced out the words I knew he was waiting to hear.
“I-I’m yours…Harry I’m yours.” My pained voice whispered.
 He instantly unattached himself before pressing a delicate kiss to my neck. My hands weakly pressed to his chest.
“Let me down.”
My feet touched the floor seconds later, pushing my hair to the side and peering at my reflection in one of the vehicle’s darkened windows. Harry had marked me. Claimed his possession over me. What upset me more was that the horrendous love bite was in exactly the same position as the one he had given me when we had first met.
 I quickly scooped up my bag from the floor, ignoring Harry’s pleas. Dan was no longer stood over by the shop; I was thankful for his absence. My feet carried me across the tarmac away from Harry.
“Bo!”
I stopped, tears in my eyes. My fingers quickly wiping away the evidence of my frantic emotions.
“Aren’t you going to come?”
I swallowed down the lump in my throat, hearing footsteps approach behind me. My bottom lip trembled slightly as I stood frozen to the spot, not quite sure of how to handle the situation. My mind was still trying to process what Harry had done. I had never been in this position before.
“I want you there…please.”
My heart was pumping, Harry’s raspy voice closer than I had expected. I jumped when he caught hold of my hand, cautiously walking round my body. He raised it up, mouth pressing a light kiss to the back. The same mouth that had abused my skin a few minutes earlier.
“Why did you do that?” I quietly asked.
 His grip tightened, obviously referring to the little performance he had put on for Dan. I watched his eyes flicker to the sore mark he had inflicted onto my pale skin.
“He has to know.” Harry spoke coldly. “He can’t have you..nobody can.”
Why would he think I would allow that to happen? I had never been in a relationship before but I wasn’t ignorant to the fact you don’t go gallivanting off with some other bloke whilst you had a boyfriend. And why the hell would I want to do that anyway. I had Harry. He was all I wanted.
“Don’t you trust me?”
My voice holding more hurt than I had intended it to.
“Of course I do. It’s him and everyone else I don’t trust.”
My mouth began to dry as I stared at Harry. Dark curls were tousled on his head due to my fingers tugging at his ringlets. Unsuccessful attempts to force him to release his hold over me. His orbs had returned to a brighter shade of green, a stark contrast to the murky depths they were a short while before. His fingers still entwined with mine, lightly squeezing, aware I was still cautious to his touch.
“Bo, you’re still coming, right?” His voice a little desperate.
 I peered up to Harry, his pretty eyes full of worry. No matter how hard I tried to dismiss the idea, I knew I had been slowly falling for him. The tall, curly-haired guy with an unpredictable darkness. Surely it couldn’t happen this fast. I found myself counting down the hours before I got to see him, waiting for him to call or text during the time when we were separated. My constant yearning for him was beginning to frighten me. And so was the depths he was willing to go to protect me.
 I rested my forehead to his chest, arms wrapping round his waist. My head lightly nodded before he cupped my chin, tilting it back. His touch withdrew.
“Can I kiss you?” Harry almost whispered.
 His words clenched at my heart. The look of fear spread over his face, alarmed that he had pushed me too far this time. But I didn’t have it in me to deny him. All I wanted was for Harry to hold me, reassure me everything was going to be fine, forget about the bloody fight. The thought made me wince.
“Yes.” I breathed.
 I barely registered the touch of his plump lips to mine, the intimate gesture so delicate and soft. How could he be so overwhelmingly possessive one minute then heart-flutteringly romantic the next? My eyes remained closed as our noses rubbed. Lips continually brushed as we shared each other’s warm breath. Harry’s strong arms had encircled my waist, holding me close in the embrace.
 A small kiss was left to the corner of my mouth before lips carefully trailed down my neck. I tensed as Harry’s head lightly nudged mine to the side, increasing his access. His touch soothing over the love bite he had feverously created. But our hold didn’t last much longer, Harry pulling away. The absence of his warmth sent a chill through my shaken body.
“Bo.”
His hand was held out for me to take. The simple gesture seeming to possess so much more meaning. My orbs travelled from his anxious face to the outstretched limb. It reminded me of the night he had rescued me. I had put all my trust into him. I watched Harry gulp down the fear, the fear of me not wanting him, just as he thought his family hadn’t wanted him.
 I took his hand, a small smile spreading on his face. But as he guided me over to his waiting car I soon realised what would be taking place in a matter of hours. The event I had been dreading. The fight.

CHAPTER 35

 

From the outside, the building had looked abandoned. Harry had kept a very close hold on me as we entered, arm protectively slung round my shoulder. I was surprised by the number of people that were present; some coming up to Harry to wish him good luck, show support.
 I didn’t like the surrounding inside. It was cold. The grubby white walls refusing to give off any comfort as I sat in the room Harry and his group had commandeered in the lead up to the fight. I had remained quiet on the car ride to the horrible building, my voice unable to speak any words that would be of help to Harry. I thought it best to say nothing at all rather than continue to express my worry, which I knew was beginning to wear on the beautiful curly-haired guy. I had changed out of my work clothes in the back of his car, the tinted windows providing somewhat of a shield from onlookers. Any other time Harry would have probably had a cheeky peek, but he had diverted his gaze to his phone as he waited.
 I was sat on the table in the corner, legs dangling off the edge as I observed the movements round the room. A few of Harry’s friends were scattered, taking a seat on the battered sofa over by the wall. Harry had kept glancing over to me as he talked to an older man before he excused himself. My eyes studied him as he walked closer. He curiously peered at me before calling over to Tom. He was quickly by his side, flicking his gaze from Harry to myself.
“Keep an eye on her.” Harry spoke warily to Tom.
 I frowned as my temporary seat became occupied by another body. I didn’t need to be babysat. Harry’s possessiveness was almost suffocating. I was eighteen for goodness sake. I jumped when someone called out the match would be starting in fifteen minutes. Harry disappeared, probably going to have a last minute pep talk, so I was left with Tom.
“He’s going to be alright, Bo.”
I turned to face him.
“H-How do you know? I can’t believe you let him do this!”
Tom didn’t have time to reply as a few more guys entered the room. Their playful banter filled the small space. I shuffled off the table, walking over to the far side. Tom’s attention diverted away from his friends to me.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“To get some water.”
He nodded at me, following my movements round to the water machine. I tugged out a plastic cup, placing it under the nozzle and pulling down the small leaver. The cool liquid filled the transparent container and I turned to Tom. His eyes were still curiously on me, I gave him a weak smile, raising the water to my lips. He seemed satisfied before turning back to the guys. I stood for a few seconds making sure he was completely distracted from my presence.
 My full plastic cup was left on the side, taking the opportunity to slip out the door to my right. I darted my head from side to side down the corridor. I had no idea where I was going, the layout of the building completely new to me. My mind raced before quickly deciding to take a left.
 I didn’t have to walk far before I passed an open door, loud voices echoing round the room. It was him, the guy who Harry was fighting, it had to be. I didn’t knock, just strode right in. A few of the men’s faces looked a little shocked at my interruption.
“Miss, you can’t be in here.”
I ignored the irritated voice, focusing on the largely built guy in front of me. He was sat down, taking a swig of water from the bottle as he stared at me. His dark hair was closely shaved to his head, tattoos decorating his skin down one arm. But my exploration abruptly ceased as he addressed me.
“What can I do for you, Love?” He smiled.
 The facial expression was far from comforting.
“Call off the fight.” I demanded.
 He brushed off my request, now grinning at me. My eyes widened slightly as he got to his feet. His height was much the same as Harry’s, towering over me. But I refused to let him know he was intimidating me, despite what I had heard of his reputation with women. I stood my ground.
“And what’s your name?”
He was patronising me, speaking to me like he would a little girl. I gulped as he bent down slightly. My fright mixed with anger, he obviously didn’t take me seriously.
“Just call off the fight!” I raised my voice.
 His eyebrows rose with my tone as he stared at me.
“Well, aren’t we feisty.” He teasingly spoke.
 My head turned swiftly with the sound of Harry’s raspy voice. Even from down the corridor he could still be heard.
“Where the fuck is Bo!?”
Amused laughing brought my attention back to the man I was confronting.
“Are you Bo? Because I don’t think Harry is very happy with you.” He smirked. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to get ready beat the shit out of your boyfriend.” His voice holding an eerie darkness.
 He was taking pleasure in my desperation. I knew, knew that he wouldn’t back down, neither would Harry. But I still clung onto that tiny shred of hope that this would all end. Harry would walk away and we could forget. But that was a wish I realised would never come true. Tears sprung in my eyes. He turned as I tried to reach out to him, gripping his wrist.
“Please..call off the fight.” I weakly pleaded.
 It was then I felt a strong arm wrap round my waist from behind. My feet left the ground as I was hoisted up and removed from the room. Harry’s heavy breathing could be felt on the back of my neck. We got to about half way down the corridor before I was placed back on my feet and sharply spun round. He looked furious.
“Are you fucking crazy? Bo, I told you to stay with Tom.” He fumed. “You know what that guy has done and yet you still go and confront him. What were you thinking?”
I couldn’t reply, speechless as I dropped my head. Harry’s surprise was evident as I flung my arms round his neck, clinging to him as I cried.
“P-Please don’t do this.” I sobbed quietly into his chest, my despairing tears wetting his t shirt.
 I heard him heavily sigh, wrapping me protectively within his embrace. His chin rested on the top of my head, his breathing beginning to balance out. We stood for a moment before I jumped upon someone shouting Harry’s name. He tried to encourage me to walk with him down the hall, but I only tighten my grip. My legs were knocked out from beneath me, Harry holding me to the warmth of his chest as I nuzzled my face into his neck.
 He was silent as he carried me back to the room in which I had evaded Tom’s watchful eye.
 ***
“We’ll see you out there, mate.” Tom spoke.
 He turned to me, flicking his head in indication for me to follow after him.
“She stays with me.” Harry confirmed.
 There were a few seconds of quiet before Tom nodded and reluctantly left the room. I was sat on the table at the back once again, Harry’s green gaze locking with mine before he swiftly removed his top. I numbly watched as he tugged down his jeans, which he replaced with his pair of navy shorts.
 He strolled over to me, a small smile on his face. I allowed him to part my knees, Harry’s body standing comfortably between my thighs. Large hands were placed round my lower back, sliding me forward slightly. Harry’s dark curls tickled lightly at my skin as he dipped his head, plump lips going to my ear.
“I promise I’ll make it out alive.” He half-heartedly joked.
 The spot just below my ear received a small kiss when I gave him little response. Obviously aware that I was in no mood to have him joke. He drew back, astonishing green eyes burning into my blue ones. I quickly turned my head as Harry leant in to my lips. He appeared shocked by my rejection, refusing him as I have done on our first date. His nose nudged at my cheek, willing me to accept his affection.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” He whispered.
 My eyes squeezed closed with the hurt lacing his voice. Fingers tightly gripped the edge of the table.
“For good luck.”
My silence caused his head to drop, gently prying my grasp from the table ledge. His touch was careful as he played with the tips of my fingers. My body seemed to tense as his lips made contact with my cheek whilst raising my hand to leave a kiss to the back.
 Breath trembled from my mouth as he released me, leaving me cold and alone in the corner of the now seemingly frightening room. I watched as he picked up his gloves before making his way over to the door. He didn’t look round as he exited. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest.
 My head shook, I couldn’t let him leave, not like this. I didn’t want him worrying about me, especially as he was about to step into the boxing ring. He needed to focus on that, not me. I hastily scrabbled down from the table top, stumbling over to the door. My anxious gaze fell upon Harry’s naked back as he walked barefoot down the narrow corridor.
“Harry!”
He swiftly turned at the sound of my voice, his eyes wide with concern as I ran to him. My hand grasped the back of his neck, tugging him down to forcefully press my lips to his. The gloves were dropped to the floor as strong arms held me tightly, our mouths savouring the feel of each other. When we drew back we were both heavily breathing, foreheads pressed together.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
 Harry softly smiled before fiddling with the paper plane pendant he had retrieved from where it was hidden below the material of my neckline. He brought my hand up to his chest, pressing it closely to the bare, tanned skin.
“You have my heart, keep it safe.” He whispered.
 My lips parted with Harry’s quiet words, staring up at him. I leaned into his body, placing a kiss to where my hand previously rested.
“I will.”
One last sweet peck was shared between us before he reluctantly moved away, picking up the disregarded gloves. I was left with the feel of Harry on my lips as I hopelessly watched him walk away.
“Harry.”
His head twisted, curls flopping over his forehead.
“Kick his arse.”
I heard him laugh, strolling away down the hall.
 ***