Harry’s P.O.V.

(3 days after his Skype with Tru)

As Louis, Niall, and myself arrive at the brownstone, I hear ‘Southern American’ blues tune coming from the house. Wondering if Tyler hadn’t realized how loud he was playing the music.

“I didn’t think Tyler likes this kind of music.” I say climbing the steps.

“I don’t like this type of music.” Tyler says bemused.

“Well whoever it is has an interesting taste in music.” Lou snorts.

A look of understanding flashes across Tyler’s face as he runs up the steps, throwing the door open. Only to be greeted by a very big ‘Thor’.

The song changes as conclude there’s only one reason why Thor is here. Feeling completely daft I bound up the remaining steps, while Niall and Louis stare dumbfounded.

“Tru!” I holler back at them as I walk into the foyer. The sight of her takes my breath away, as I stare at the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. The emotions seem to overwhelm me, leaving me frozen to my spot.

Jillian and Tyler seem to be shooting death looks at Tru as she balances on laundry basket on her left hip. Her normal attire of a slightly tight fitting tank top is replaced by a baggy USMC t-shirt. Jillian snatches the basket away from her, sending her a scolding look. Tru rolls her eyes at her friend as Tyler snorts.

“Should you be doing laundry?” he asks harshly. By now Niall and Louis have made it into the common room. Niall runs over to his cousin scooping her up in one of his tight bear hugs. Tru lets out a sharp breath, wincing in pain.

Astounded, Niall gently puts her down, giving her a quizzical look.

“Niall you great buffoon, be careful with her.” Jillian scolds slapping his arm slightly. Tru grabs near her ribs on her right side, sucking in a deep breath.

“I’m ok, it’s not that bad.” She says voice laced with pain. Worry and nervousness takes over, closing the distance with two steps I look at Tru concern etched all over my face. Her eyes which were hard as ice soften gently as she takes in my facial expression. Gently I pull her close in an embrace, she stills winces as her eyes cloud with pain.

Holding her out gently at arm’s length; I pull her shirt up slowly, revealing a huge white surgical bandage. I can’t begin to process all emotions hitting me at once. I feel my eyes glaze over as Tru tries to reassure me.

“Oh baby…” She coos, cupping my cheek in her small hand. “It’s just a flesh wound, it’s not that serious. I’m fine, I promise.” She says kissing the corner of mouth. Not caring about who is around us, I gather her face in my hands, kissing her deeply. Tracing my tongue across her bottom lip, she parts her lips allowing my tongue to fully enter her mouth. Relishing in the sweet taste of her mouth, placing my hand at the nape of her neck I keep her firmly pressed to my mouth, not wanted to lose the feeling of her lips against mine. It takes everything in me not to moan in her mouth. I can feel her heartbeat pound against my chest. Massaging her warm velvet tongue with mine, I feel her shudder in my arms and turn to putty. Pulling away slowly I give her a chaste kiss before resting my forehead on hers.

“Baby, I’ve missed you so much.” I say loud enough for only to her to hear. Her sapphire blues eyes dance and sparkle from my actions and words. I feel like I could stare into her eyes forever, and it wouldn’t be long enough.

Someone clears their throat loudly reluctantly pulling us from silent conversation. Niall gives us a disapproving look as Jillian smiles affectionately at us, causing Tru to let out a bubble of giggles.

“So is this why you’re home way before your orders ended?” Tyler asked the question that had been swimming through my mind. Tru was supposed to be gone for 6 weeks and she returned home after a week and a half.

“It was one of the three reasons, but we can talk about it later? Quite frankly I’m starving, and I am not cooking.” She says smiling brightly at us.
“I want hit one of those corner Chinese takeouts, I’m starving.” Niall says stating the obvious. Tru shook her head at him.

“Um sorry Nialler, but I was thinking of Spark’s Steakhouse. Jilli and I setup reservations for all of us, including the rest of the girls, and guys. So stay in the suits, Tyler get changed, we’re going to finish getting ready.” Tru says before kissing me on the lips, pulling back just enough so I can still feel her lips on me when she talks, she whispers, “I’ve missed you too, Harry.”, and with that she went into our bedroom with Jillian to get ready.


Forty-five minutes later Jillian emerged in what I presume clothes she borrowed from Tru. Tru follows behind her almost shyly. My jaw feels like it has come unhinged at the sight of her. Hair cascading down her back in curls, with a form fitting dress that goes from red to black that reaches a little lower than her mid thigh. Seeing her moon and star jewelry remains me of something I got her while she was away.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, love.” I say kissing her on the cheek before hurrying to the top dresser drawer, and pulling out the velvet box. I rejoin the others standing behind Tru, I place the gold book like locket around her neck, softly pressing my lips to her bare neck, after securing the clasp; goose bumps showing where I trail my fingers on her bare skin. Tru examines the necklace gently; turning to me she kisses me briefly.

“I love it! Harry, you didn’t have to get me anything.” She says softly, reaching to press a gentle kiss to my cheek.

“I wanted too, love.” I say gently tucking her under my arm.

Deciding we’d have a shit time trying to park we opted for taking 2 taxis, everyone else was already waiting. We’re ushered into a private dinning area the rest of our group already waiting. Tru is greeted with several ‘welcome homes’ and tentative hugs.

“What are you getting?” I whisper in her ear as my hand trails up her bare thigh. Tru shivers enjoying the contact; I end up repeating myself to her.

“Oh, Umm… I’m getting the Chilean Sea Bass with asparagus, and spinach salad, you?” She says through a husky voice. My hand has traveled to her inner thigh drawing slow and lazy circles as my fingers ascend higher. She lets an almost silent breathy moan as I whisper into her ear, “Feel good, baby?” I ask blowing onto her ear before catching her earlobe between my teeth. She lets out a shaky whimper which causes me to chuckle and still my hand.

“I think I’m going to get the Sirloin, with sautéed onions, spinach, and a Caesar’s salad.” I say as she fidgets in her chair.

“Will you eat oysters on a half shell?” I ask cheekily.

“Aphrodisiacs, what are you trying to accomplish, sir?” She asks amused. Looking at her expectantly, she nods her answer.

“Tru, not that we’re not all glad that you’re home early, but what happened?” Liam asks. Collectively our entire table goes from a dull roar to a hushed quiet waiting…

“A few reasons, there was some problem within the unit that was risking everyone’s safety. Our location had been compromised, and I was injured.” She says with zero feeling. Whatever happened has caused her some intense grief.

“Was anyone else injured in the attack?” Zayn asks.

Tru looks down before clearing her throat and seeming to gather her thoughts.

“I was injured by friendly fire, which was caused by the briefly mentioned ‘problem’.”

My mind raced as I realized it was someone under command whose bullet caught her. I’m not sure who else has realized this, but my hands form fists as I continue to dwell.

“We’ll talk about when we’re alone.” She whispered.

Ordering 2 bottles of red wine and 1 bottle of white wine our meals are finally served. I catch Tru’s eye bulge at the size of the portions. Sighing she starts picking at her food.

Tru leans over whispering in Jillian’s ear. Jillian hands Tru a pill bottle, she quickly removes two pills handing the bottle back to Jillian.

“Should you drink with that?” I ask calmly. Tru shakes her and points to her iced tea. Smiling broadly at me she covers her wine glass as the waiter passes by us.

About halfway through dinner Tru has eaten all she’s going to eat. Leaning her body into mine she rests her head against me. I feel her hand moving up my thigh to my groin. Her nimble fingers going to work quickly making me harden with the passing second, struggling to let out the groan building in my throat.

Covering her hand with mine, so no one sees our escapades I lean near her ear “Don’t start something you can’t finish baby.” I almost growl, biting my lip as she moves my hand between her thighs.

“Are you ready to home?” She asks innocently biting her lip and moaning in my ear.

We slip out, and catch a taxi home only minutes later.

“Baby, I don’t want to do anything that’s going to hurt you. Are you sure about this?” I ask. Tru silences me with a kiss, from my lips she moves down my jaw to my neck kissing slowly and nipping gently.

“Mac Kenna we need to talk! Now bitch!”

Who the fuck does this tosser think he is talking to her like that?

“Oi, mate I think you need to pack it in, and go the fuck home.” I say putting myself between him and her…

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