The rays of sunlight were striped along my thin arms through the small blinds over Harry’s bedroom window. He stirred slightly behind me and I could feel the warmth of his hands as he ran them up and down my side. I felt a small smile spread onto my face as I buried my head into the creased pillow. A gentle breathing was against the back of my head and it caused me to tingle with delight.
“Your hands are so warm.” I mumbled out into the pillow, feeling him chuckle slightly next to me. His hands then movie up my small body and then up and down my arms careful of the bruises I still had. Although most of them had faded. There was just the occasional scar as to which I would have implanted onto my body forever. Fading again and again until it was barely visible, but the horrific reminder of the event I got it from still lay on my skin.
I felt a his fingers carefully move the hair from my shoulder and it fell onto my front. His shirt was carefully slid down my arm ever so slightly, exposing the pale skin I had inherited above my shoulder blade. His lips brushed it lightly and I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Harry what are you doing?” I spoke lightly my body trembling under his touch. His lips kissing all over the uncovered skin.
“I’m protecting you, making you feel loved. The way you should’ve felt your whole life.”
We lay entwined with each for around another hour or so, Harry’s shirt was no longer on me for he had thrown it aside when he crawled on top of my body. His plump lips placing soft kisses to every area they could. The feeling of his kisses in the crook of my neck whilst our naked bodies brushed against each other made me release small moans into his ear.
He didn’t go any further then kissing me, all though I know he would’ve wanted more. I could tell he still was unsure on how to treat me sexually. Considering the last time he did I had ended up crying and fainting moments later.
“Harry what time is it?” I said to him, sitting up on the bed. The sheets wrapped around our lower half’s, stuck to our legs from the hotness of our bodies.
I watched his curly head glance over to his bedside table and he suddenly picked me up in his arms.
“It’s 12. Midday. You started work an hour ago.”
“Crap.” I jumped down from his hold and quickly grabbed on some clothes. Black ones like normal. I saw Harry laughing out of the corner of my eye and I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist lifting me up midway through pulling my t shirt on.
I felt myself being placed on a barstool, my t shirt still half over my head. My hair being the thickness that it is proving difficult to slide over with it all tucked in. His hands tried to help remove the hair from under the t shirt causing me to giggle. When it finally fell over my exposed chest area and bra he kissed me quickly. It was un expecting. It made me want more of him.
Without realisation I brought my hand up into his messy curls and pressed my lips against his for another time. They moved against mine and he groaned quietly into them before the corners of his mouth rose into a smirk.
“Can’t get enough can you?” He winked at me and I playfully pushed him away.
“You are making me late for work.”
“You are already late because we were naked in bed together.”
“Hey!” He laughed and I felt happy. For once in my life I felt content. And this curly haired, beautiful green eyed boy was the reason.
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“So then you just hang the order up here.” The girl with bright red hair stated. I hadn’t spoken to another girl in what felt like forever other than Tanya. Always having Donny and Chris around but never a girl. I noticed her red curls bounced when she walked and small freckles were dotted around her nose. She had the innocent look. Much more appealing than my black boot one. I’m surprised they even hired me.
“Okay got it.” I responded, taking the apron with the restaurants logo and tying it around my waist. Luckily I hadn’t gotten told off for being late. Harry had quickly made me his usual pancakes and we drove in the van here. Harry was borrowing it because they had changed where band practice took place. Which meant he was the furthest from it. So the boys being nice let him have the van but he had to pay for fuel. I still couldn’t figure out if that way the whole reason they had moved band practice somewhere else. Just so they could get fuel out of Harry’s pay.
Oh well that wasn’t the thought I should care about right now. After I had run in late they had all sighed and smiled at me to come into the kitchen. Apparently I wasn’t the first new worker to be late.
“Now I’m going to show you how to take orders. Stay here and watch me.” She said cheerfully and her curls bounced as she walked over to table in the corner of the room. I noted mentally how she never stopped smiling and laughed with the customers. Something I knew I was going to find hard to do. Harry said he would come and collect me at 7. However it was only 1 and I knew it was going to be a long and humiliating day.
The girl walked back over, her name tag pinned over her breast with the name “Tess” written on it in fancy writing. She had giving me one and Samantha had also been placed upon it neatly. I watched her hang the order up and she started making their drinks at the bar.
“See that’s all you do. Take the order, hang it up, make their drinks. Bring them to them. Take food to them when it’s ready.” She left with their drinks and I couldn’t help but imagine her as a cave woman when she said them.
“Oi Samantha.” A thick Italian accent rolled out of the kitchen window and I looked to see the chef staring at me.
“Yes.” I said shyly trough the smoky window.
“It’s your turn. Take a pad and go to table 3.” Nodding I grabbed a pen and pad and made my way over to the table which I believed to be number three.
“Hi can I get you anything?” I said to the couple. They looked around their late 20’s and were in a close embrace.
The man retorted back at me with a smart comment. “Nice question. Because we want to sit here and not have anything. Obviously you can get us something.” He laughed at his comment and the girl in his embrace laughed also.
I felt my cheeks flush and I crossed my legs as I stood. They were shaking slightly from nerves and my heart was hammering against the skin over my chest.
“What drinks can I get you sorry?” I said in the most politest way. Even though I wanted to rip their heads off and pin them on the walls as far apart as possible. How’s that for embrace?
“We will have your finest red wine.” No please came from the lipstick coated lips of the woman. Smiling awkwardly I walked back to the bar and saw Tess making more drinks.
“Finest red wine anywhere?” I spoke to her as she poured orange juice into multiple glasses.
“Over there.” She smile and nudged her head to the cooler behind me. Turning round I took out a bottle of red wine and twisted open the top. “No no no.” She said quickly taking the bottle from my hold. “You open it in front of them and offer them to taste first.” Her voice spoke to me as if I was a child who had been colouring outside of the lines. For some reason I felt myself getting angry and worked up over these small things. Couldn’t I get anything right?
Walking back over to the table with the wine, a body knocked straight into mine and I felt the wine bottle slipping from my hold. My reflexes were too slowly and the bottle smashed on the ground in front of the couple I was serving. I froze and suddenly smiled to their wine splattered clothing.
“I opened it in front of them.” I called to Tess whose face showed nothing but horror. She ran over and quickly pushed me away apologising to the couple who were screeching in my direction. My heart thudded against my skin again, it was as though it was trying to escape the humiliation it was encountering. Bending down I started picking up bits of the broken wine bottle, cutting my hands, palms and fingers. But I didn’t care or notice the pain.
The restaurant had gone back to murmuring. Probably about me being such a mess up. “No stop Samantha. Your hands are bleeding and you are just making a mess of everything. Go now. Take a break or something. Just go. Come back in an hour or so when you can actually do things right for once.” Her face was squished together in a frown and she didn’t even want to look at me any more. I knew I was bad at doing things in front of people but not that bad.
Before I felt the lump in the back of my throat and the tears clouding over my eyes I ran out of the room and into the toilets. My fingers hastily pulled the lock across the cubicle and I slid down the side of the door.
“Why am I such a fuck up?” I mumbled to myself, my head in my heads and my fingers scrunched up my hair. “I should just quit. I knew this job was a stupid idea. It was Harry who made me stick with it. No I can’t blame him it wasn’t his fault I threw a bottle of wine at a loved up couple.”
I heard the door open and I quickly scrambled to my feet, walking out of the cubicle as if nothing had happened. A woman smiled at me before she walked past me to the end of the toilets. Was I really that bad?
Looking in the mirror I saw my messy hair and red eyes. They had been straining trying to hold the tears back.
That’s when I noticed the red substance sprays down the side of my face. Blood. I ran my finger down it slowly, smothering it across my cheek bone. The woman came out the toilet and started washing her hands next to me.
“Nasty spill of wine you have there on your face.” I felt a sigh of relief and smiled.
“Yeah I really should be more careful.” I took some paper towel and wiped it off of my cheek. However it still left a red flush onto half of my face. Something I knew Harry wouldn’t let go lightly. Oh and my hands were completely cut and destroyed out of the glass I practically jabbed into my skin.
Why did I hate myself again? I needed Harry. But I had no idea where he was. And I didn’t even have a phone to contact him, or even his number.
“Is everything alright dear?” The woman said again, looking towards me worriedly.
“Oh no no don’t worry.”
“But your hands are bleeding and you look so tired.”
“I didn’t much sleep last night, and this was just the accident. I’m pretty sure you saw it go down.” I smiled but she still looked extremely worried.
“Well if you are sure you are okay.” She said gently and walked out of the toilets. I found it comforting for some reason. The fact that she looked at me worried and not with disgust.
Looking down at my cut hands I started wash the crusted blood off when a hand clamped down over my mouth and felt myself being pulled away from the sink. I stifled a scream and struggled in the strong arms of my holder. Pushing and pushing hard against his body.
I heard a familiar laugh and was released. When I turned around breathing heavily Chris was stood there.
“Chris!” I screamed and started hitting him as hard as I could.
“Woah woah easy there tiger.” His hands clamped down on my wrists tightly causing me to grit my teeth from the pain. He pulled me towards him, his breath hovering against my forehead. He was shorter than Harry but he was still much taller than my small self.
Pushing him away as hard as I could I moved back against the sinks.
“What do you want?” I said with anger. I didn’t trust him. Harry didn’t either but for some reason the fact that he knew where my sister was made me slightly ease up around him. Yet my mind still screamed at me for being near him. He stood and watched sometimes when Donny had screamed at me and hurt me ruthlessly. He was no better.
“To take you to your sister beautiful.” His hand moved forward to cup my cheek but I slapped it away without haste.
“Go away.” I felt his presence move closer and I was locked between his body and the sinks. My trembling hands tried to move him away from me but he grabbed them into his strong ones. Harry’s strong hands were comforting, but these almost threatened to crush my small bones with one simple move.
“No. Now that Donny is gone. Harry is nowhere to be found. You are mine.” He smirked at this and I looked at him with horror.
“What did you do to him?!” I practically screamed my throat hurting from the pain when I said these words. If he had hurt Harry I knew I would kill him.
“Nothing. Unfortunately I couldn’t find him. But that doesn’t matter. I have you now. And that’s all I ever wanted.”
“You are not having me Chris. Now get the hell off of me.” His fingers tightened around my chin forcing me to look at him.
“Such innocence and beauty in you, yet you decide to curse at me like that.”
“Because you are sick. You are no better than Donny.” I spat at him and tried to forced him away again. But this only made his hips push against mine even harder, making me whimper from the pain.
“Well actually I am worse. I forced Donny to do what he did to you.” My heart stopped suddenly. His brown eyes throwing themselves into mine.
“I don’t unde-“
His lips crashing down onto mine. He held my neck tightly and forced me to kiss back. I tried to scream and push him away but only small cries into his lips came out. My knee came up and I tried to force it into his crotch for another time. But his leg jammed in between mine.
“Not today baby.” He said into my bruising lips from the kiss.
“You are mine. And if you don’t come with me I will kill your little sister and Donny’s little brother.”
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