On Top [H.S.]

Chapter 31

Ophelia's POV

It's Harry's birthday today, he's 27.

Old fuck.

With everything going on with the sex tape, I think his birthday couldn't have come at a better time. We needed this little break, this little escape from reality, even if it's only for 24 hours.

That night, when I found out we were exposed in the most foul way, I felt so many emotions. Immediately upon seeing the video, all that went through my mind was how violated I felt. I knew that it was neither of our faults but that didn't stop the sheer panic from coursing through the both of us.

After I actually allowed myself to process what was happening, my impending breakdown swooped in and stole the show. I didn't mean to cry like that but I couldn't stop letting all of my insecurities creep in, which just made me cry even more.

I hate being so sensitive.

Harry was rightfully pissed at the situation and he tried to not take it out on me, which he failed to do at first, but I know it wasn't really directed at me. He was mad at himself, because that's the kind of person he is. He cares about the people in his life so much that any of their problems become his own, and he feels responsible for them.

I know he blames himself because it's people he's associated with, but if we're going by that logic then it's my fault too, because I'm also associated with them.

When he was trying to soothe me and calm me down, I felt so safe. Sitting there in his arms while he held me close to him was exactly what I needed, even if I was having trouble containing my emotions. Then he started singing.

I never knew he was hiding a voice like that from me, and I'm pissed he kept it a secret for this long. He sounded so good. His low, warm voice was so comforting to me as he sang a song into my ear, my favourite fucking song at that.

I don't know when he learned the lyrics, never mind listened to the actual song, but I was so thankful in that moment that he had. His voice was so rich yet so smooth that it was easy for me to shift all of my attention towards it and not the disaster at hand.

It was a very good distraction.

He only sang the first verse, but that was all I needed to come back down and begin to regulate my breathing again. Once that was stabilized, a wave of tiredness hit me and I was out like a fucking light before I knew it.

I was shocked when I woke up the next morning and Harry had told me himself that he went to see Victor after I fell asleep.

I can't lie and say that I wasn't a bit upset at first, knowing that he went there alone in the middle of night. He could have been hurt, and even with my limited knowledge about Victor, I still know that things could have easily gone terribly wrong.

It warmed my heart that he had even told me though, I thought for sure that this would be something he'd keep from me and I'd have to find out on my own or through someone less pleasant.

I'm sure Denver would have loved to have told me.

Harry knows how much I need communication from him and he was giving me just that, which I am so grateful for.

He didn't tell me everything about their talk though, he said he wanted to wait until after his birthday to do that, which I had reluctantly agreed to, it was only a few days. I was eager to make the phrase 'ignorance is bliss' a reality for the next little bit, and pretend that everything was fine.

It's been a few days since that fucking nightmare of a night, and it hasn't really gotten any easier to digest. I'm constantly paranoid now whether I'm at home, at work, in the car, or even at Harry's, I feel like I'm being watched.