Heartbeat

New Touches; Try For Me

Song of the chapter-

Heartbeat by The Fray

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Rainy Season by Hunter Hayes

There is mature content in this chapter and if you are one of the commenters that say 'ew' or 'that was too descriptive' or something like that, then don't read. And some have said they have sex too much, but normal couples in real life are all over eachother all the time. So if you aren't mature enough to read, then don't:)

Alex-

While sitting at dinner, I tried not to look at Harry. I felt bad, and maybe ashamed that I never considered that this could all be hard on Harry too, and not just me. When he walked away from me I should have stopped him, and told him I'm sorry for never considering his feelings when all he did was worry about mine.

I can tell he's angry with me, because as he sits next to me at the dinner table acting happy for his mother and sisters sake, he doesn't touch me as he would usually do. His hand doesn't rest on my leg nor does he pass me secret smiles either. Anne told Harry and I we didn't need to help clean the kitchen, and we could go do whatever it is we wanted to do besides helping since we've been doing so all day. So I went upstairs, and soon enough Harry came in also.

I hear him clearing his throat as he digs through his suitcase, a habit I've noticed he has. He passes me a glance as he leaves the room to take a shower, my eyes following after him until he disappears. I just want to go to sleep, because I feel horrible and I don't know what I should do. I've never been in this situation before. I grab my toothbrush and face wash from my bag, until reaching the bathroom with them and feeling stupid as I hear the shower water running. So I just softly knock on the door, hoping he will let me come in.

"Alex?" He asks over the water.

I poke my head in, and his hair is dripping onto the tiled floor as he peers around the curtain.

"You can come in." He murmurs, and then the curtain shuts again.

I swallow hard, shutting the door behind me, turning on the faucet to let the water warm. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, and begin to wander jut how long I've had these tiresome bags under my eyes. That's what nightmares can do to you.

I brush my teeth and wash my face, smelling Harrys body wash in the air around me. He usually hums in the shower, but he isn't at all right now. I pat the towel over my face softly, drying the water away. I wondered if I should say something, apologize maybe. Because after all this thinking, I know Harry is right. And maybe I've come to the conclusion that I feel like a burden on him, and maybe he feels the same but just isn't saying it.

"I'm sorry."

I say it loud enough so that I know he could hear, finding that it wasn't so hard when I couldn't see him. I wait, and when he doesn't say anything I leave the bathroom.

Harry-

I found her already in bed after taking my shower, sitting at the edge of the bed, back facing her body. When I'm about to get up to finish doing a few things before bed, I hear her crying, and I abruptly turn around, facing Alex. Her eyes are closed, and I'm sure she's sleeping. I begin to notice her body shaking, hands clenched around the blanket that is draped over her body.

"Alex?" I ask softly, wondering if she's really awake or not.

But she isn't, and her whimpers begin to come more frequently. I wrap my hand around the circumference of her arm, shaking it gently to try and probe her from her dream. But she doesn't awake.