chapter seventeen

                                    

                                          
Harry has been treating me like a piece of glass for the past week. We are back into regular routine, he goes out I don't ask questions but he hasn't acted out, yelled or hurt me. He barley touches me anymore, barley talks to me. He's never home when i go to bed, wakes me up around 1am when he rolls into bed then leaves after breakfast at 10. No one has been by all week and i'm bored out of my mind but i can sense Harry is still a bit mad so i don't ask to do anything. I never got around to asking him why he acted that way last week. He's been off all week but not like that again. it's confusing. He's confusing. This whole situation is confusing. i know i should probably leave again, there is no way Harry is back to his normal self, i give it a couple more days and he'll be back to beating me. plus he's still out for the guys who raped me last month which i also have no more information about. 
                          
"hey" i here harry's voice behind me as i'm cooking dinner. 
                          
i jump and turn. "scared me" 
                          
"sorry" he says before getting a beer out of the fridge. 
                          
"you're home early." i state going back to my pasta. 
                          
"i can leave if you don't want me here." he says. 
                          
"no no i was just making dinner" i smile slightly. 
                          
"smells good." he hovers over my shoulder "so do you." i can feel his smirk against my neck after his lips were placed there. 
                          
i gasp slightly "harry.." 
                          
"just keep cooking." his lips leave kisses up and down my neck. 
                          
i'm really not in the mood right now but i don't want to ruin his good mood but i'm hoping to make some progress. 
                          
"harry." i turn to face him. 
                          
"mhm" he raises his eyebrows. 
                          
he's not angry. he's eyes are a beautiful green and i just can't resist him. 
                          
"uh nothing." i shake my head. 
                          
harry flashes a cheeky smile and grabs the back of my thighs pulling me onto the counter, kissing my lips. 
                          
"the one night i'm home early and you want to cook." he questions. 
                          
"precisely." i say with my head held high. 
                          
"can we do something else?" he asks. 
                          
"what would that be" i narrow my eyes are him. 
                          
"well it would involve this counter top and that thong poking out if you sweats coming off." he tugs on my waist band. 
                          
"ooo how classy" i joke. 
                          
"we aren't all prince charming babe." he smiles. 
                          
i peck his lips and hop off the counter. "you're horny and i'm hungry and i doubt you've eaten anything since breakfast so the pasta wins." 
                          
"here's the problem." he grips my hips and whispers in my ear. "i don't lose, i never lose." 
                          
my breath gets caught in my throat as Harry's grip tightens around my waist and i whimper softly. 
                          
"i ran into my brother." i blurt out. 
                          
i panicked i was scared he was going to try something, this will distract him, hopefully. 
                          
"what?" harry backs up and looks at me confused. "when?" 
                          
"uh that day i went to go get my birth control refilled i ran into him, he's here for school, he didn't know i was here and uh he wanted to just hang out but.. i-i said no. then the day that i left..." i start bitting my lip and kinda mumble to rest of the story but he catches it. " after i was raped i passed out and i guess he found me and took me back to his place." 
                          
"why didn't you tell me?" harry grabs my hands. 
                          
i shrug "well i didn't think it mattered and your not exactly the easiest person to talk to." 
                          
Harry shakes his head at me and sighs. 
                          
"it's not even a big deal." i go back to making the pasta however i find my vision becomes blurry and tears rolling down my cheeks. 
                          
"Lacey.." harry tries to pull me towards him. 
                          
"don't touch me." i snap. "sorry.. sorry" i quickly wipe my tears. 
                          
"hey.. it's okay. just relax." he says softly. 
                          
i take a deep breath and look up at harry, after a moment i wrap my arms around his torso burying my face in this chest. He rubs my back and holds me, making me feel safe for once. 
                          
my tears start to soak his shirt and he keeps whispering "it's okay" in my ear. 
                          
i don't ben know why i'm crying so much i left my family so long ago, i definitely don't miss them. i'm mainly mad, they never came looking for me, they never cared enough to, and they didn't care when i was at home, and Sam just shows up like everything is okay, like he can protect me now, when i really needed protection 3 years ago. where was he then? no where. that could be why i never left harry early yeah he hurt me but he did protect me from everything but himself. at one point i believed he really did love me, i've never felt that, being wanted. i hoped to get it again. In a way i owed Harry, he was there for me at my lowest points, he helped me when i needed it most, i'm hoping this is a phase, his lowest point and he'll come out of it like i did, i'd be by his side like he was at mine. he's not a total monster. i just hope i really believe this and i'm not trying to convince myself. 

                          
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