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It Takes Patience II: Guarded

Chapter 22: Made for me

*Reagan’s POV*
I lied in bed under H. completely sated with what just happened. His breathing was coming out more even now and I’m sure that both of our heart rates have calmed themselves from their heightened state. That was amazing, and I can’t stop smiling. I even tried to bite my lips to act more normal but the stupid grin still came through. I ran my fingers through Harry’s hair trying undo the tangles that I'm sure I put there and he jumped when I pulled a piece on accident.

“Ouch glasses! Have you not pulled it enough tonight?” He raised his head to look at me resting his chin in the valley between my breast. He still had a hint of mischief in his eyes and even though I was happy that he finally let go, after four orgasms in a row I don’t think I can bear anymore tonight.

“Sorry.” H. kept his chin there for a moment then raised his eyebrows and furrowed them with a pensive look on his face as if he wanted to say something. He pushed himself off of me and then laid beside me with his face twisted deep in thought. I covered myself with a blanket, still not used to being so exposed before I broke the comfortable silence.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Harry started smiling at me, but answered too quickly and I knew that he was lying. Before I could get annoyed and bring that to his attention he cut me off before I even started.


*Harry’s POV*
I’m high off my ass but I can’t tell her. I think that's what made me text her today. I really did intend to have her sleep at the hotel to give myself some space from her, but when Niall got me high and started talking about how I should leave her alone, it made me want to talk to her more. The last thing I want to do is start another argument, especially after what we just did. I thought of something to say before she got overly sensitive about being able to spot a lie.

“I need to be able to feel you.” It’s not lie, but it’s not what I was going to tell her either. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. She looked at me confused and then grinned at me before slapping my hand when I tried to pull that damn comforter down. Next time I’m going to take all of the sheets out of my room so that she has nowhere to hide.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to wear a condom anymore.” Her eyes widened and I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips at her expression.

“Oh...Can you not feel me with the condom?” Her cheeks turned pink. She always gets so embarrassed when we talk about sex...unless she’s horny that is, then she turns into a whole other person.

“Yes and no. I mean you’re so tight that it’s hard not to feel some things, but I want to be able to have you and only you wrapped around me. It just makes shit easier. Will you go to the doctors and get on birth control?”

Regan twisted her face around and started playing with her fingers before she made a noise that neither told me yes or no. She curled into my side and lied down on my chest and it wasn’t until then that I had realized how she fits here next to me perfectly. I love her and I would do anything for her, and as scary as that is for me there’s nothing I can do to change it and I don’t want it to change.

My high starts to fade away making me more tired than usual and the work from tonight’s physical activity left us both lazy and exhausted. Before I drift off to sleep, the last thing I remember is her fingers tracing over the rose tattoo on my arm.

Harry?” I could hear someone calling my name but I can’t look up. I can see specs of blood on my jeans and I can’t tell if it’s his or mine.

“Harry?!” His blood would be darker I think. Almost black, like that of a monster you read about in a story book.


“Harold!” But you’re a monster too. What makes you any better than him? Murderer!


“Harry?” I was startled out of my sleep, but this time I am thankful that I was. When I jolted up slightly, there was a pressure on my chest that held me in place. When I looked down Reagan was still sound asleep on my torso. Her lips were slightly parted and I could hear her breathing lightly through them...she’s so cute. But if it wasn’t her that woke me up then who did I just hear call my name?

“Barry?...Who’s clothes are these?” Shit!

“Harry are you decent?” I looked at the clock and it was only six thirty in the morning. Why does Gemma have to be such an early bird and why would she bring Tamsin here?

I slid myself from under Reagan and put a pillow in my place. She stirred, but wrapped her arms around the pillow without waking up. I threw on some joggers before leaving out of the room urging Gemma and Tamsin to be quiet. Reagan didn’t have to be up until seven.

“Why are you here so early?! What do you want?!” I raised my voice an octave louder than a whisper annoyed that I had to get out of bed.

Tamsin stood behind Gemma with Reagan’s shirt, bra, and jacket in her hands with a condescending eyebrow raised. She looked at me licking her lips seductively behind Gemma's back and it made me feel violated somehow. I wish that I had thrown on a t-shirt before I came out to see what the noise was about. She handed me Reagan's clothes and I snatched them from her before Gemma opened her mouth to speak again.

“Harry who are you entertaining at six a.m.?” Everyone is so fucking nosey. Why can’t anyone mind their own business? I rolled my eyes before I smirked and shook my head letting her know that I wasn’t going to tell her right now. My sister was very anti-Reagan after my incident in the emergency room and this is something that I would have to tell her one on one.

“Why are you here at six a.m.? You moved out for a reason Gem. Why are you back? Mum doesn't want you back.” Gemma punched me in the arm and then stuffed some papers in my hand.

“Seating charts for mums wedding. I wanted to drop them off before I went to work.” When she said it I wanted to drop the papers to the ground or better yet go burn them on grill outside. Gemma looked at me assessing my mood before she took the papers back out of my hand.

“I’ll just go put them in mums room.” She knows me too well.

“Put them there and leave please. You’re too loud, you’re going to end up waking-”

“Harry?” Reagan called my name like she was on queue and Gemma turned back around on her heel to face me, quirking an eyebrow. I snatched the papers back from her wanting her to leave before Reagan came out of the room to look for me.

“I’ll put them in her room. Now go please.”

“This is just as much as my house as it is yours Harry. Who is that in your room?” Women are so goddamn stubborn!

“Gemma, don’t start this right now. It’s none of your business! Go please, aren’t you going to be late for work anyway?” Gemma looked at her watch and then back at me. She moved her purse further up her arm before she walked towards the door to leave. Tamsin followed behind her and smirked at me before she winked and closed the door.

“H.?” I walked towards the bottom of the stairs as Reagan walked towards the top rubbing sleep out of her eyes. My heart raced in my chest at the idea of Reagan and Tamsin in the same room together. I know Tamsin wouldn’t dare say anything about her and I in front of my sister but the thought is enough to make me uneasy.

“Harry are you okay? Did you have another dream?” She catches me off guard with her question and I shake my head no even though I did.

“Gemma was just here to drop off some shit. Did I wake you up?”

“You weren’t there I thought you would be awake...do you still get them? The dreams...” I looked at her nodding my head up and down slowly.The look on her face was full of concern.

When Dr. Baker asks me anything about them I lie and tell her they’ve gone afraid that a trip back to Maudsley will be there if I tell her the truth, but I don’t have to worry about that anymore with Reagan here. I’ll tell her about them like I promised her I would over the summer, but not right now.

“I’m fine now though. Stop looking at me like that glasses. Go run the shower and get ready so I can take you to work.” Reagan smirked and I mirrored her expression.

“What?”

“Will you shower with me?”

“NO! You’re an addict and a freak!” Reagan laughed as my eyes widened when I shouted at her, but I was serious. I can’t get enough of her and she can’t get enough of me. She’s mine and the more and more I think about it the more I feel as if she was designed and made specifically for me. No matter how angry or upset she makes me, I don’t really want anyone else but her.

*Reagan’s POV*
I ran the shower and got in with Harry right behind me. He tried to do more than shower, but I refused him in fear that his mother would be home seeing as how his sister made an appearance this morning.

“What did Gemma drop off?” Harry’s eyes hardened for a split second and I could see anger flash there. If I blinked I would have missed it.

“Seating charts. Are you going to go on birth control?” He changed the subject to a topic that I didn’t want to discuss. I want to feel him too, but the fear of getting pregnant beats the want for skin on skin contact. My brain is in full control of that topic and I’m happy that it is.

“Why can’t we just use condoms Harry I’m not good with taking pills?” It’s true. I left my serax in his pocket absentmindedly. I would surely forget a pill that need to take every day. Harry turned around under the shower head with a flat expression on his face.

“I’ll set an alarm on your phone for you to take it.”

“Har-” He cut me off before I could protest getting annoyed.

“Just think about it. Everything doesn’t have to be an argument.”

“Did you take your pills while you’re so adamant for me to take one? Was the seating chart for your mom’s wedding?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows before he turned off the water and got out of the shower.

I wrapped myself in a towel and went into Harry’s room to get dressed only to find him taking one of his medications. He has to be upset by something else. He got dressed quickly and I did the same. I tried to pull him out of this mood that he was now in but nothing seemed to work.

Notes

Double update! Yayy! Its not as long as the others but there are some important bits in here. HELLO NEW AND FAITHFUL SUBSCRIBERS! How are you guys doing? What did you think about this chapter? Why do you think Harry's nightmares are coming back so heavy? Be sure to leave your comments below (I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS!) Be sure to vote vote vote and subscribe if you're liking my little story so far (I Desperately want to see my votes and Subscriptions go up!)And Don't forget to let me know if I should change the title of the story on here first before I put it on wattpad! LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING AND ENJOY THE UPDATE!!!! Xx :D

Comments

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4/1/14

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4/1/14

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4/1/14