Sweet Creature

//Harry//

There was something I couldn't comprehend that afternoon, and that was why in the hell did I lay my hands on her so violently? More than that, why did she curl up beside me in the bed that night and pretend that I didn't harm her? Was she just trying to let it go, trying to keep me happy? A frustrated groan comes out of my mouth as I slam my hand on the kitchen table. Three days, it's been three days and she hasn't said a damn word about it.

As a matter of fact, she hasn't said more than the same three things to me for the past three damn days. One - Good morning. Two - Good night. And three - I love you.

Each time, I replied with the same. I don't ever want her to think that I don't love her, so I try to tell her as often as I could. It's been a long three days for me, extremely long. I haven't gotten a lot of sleep, I've spent most of the night hours watching her. Every night, despite the scene we made, she snuggled up to me and silently indicated that she wanted my arms around her.

And every night I held her, stiff and tight. I didn't dare let her go, I was too afraid she'd leave me. She should, she deserves so much better than anything I have to offer. My anger was bubbling over the edge that afternoon when she sat down beside me. I didn't want to be rude, it just sort of happened. I nearly lost my control when her head was leaning on me. I was so fucking angry with my pack - so damn disappointed in them - that I had neglected her. I made her take the punishment, the consequences.

I should have went over there and chewed them all out for talking about Liam. Niall shouldn't have opened his damn mouth, neither should've Zayn. I was beyond pissed with them, I just wanted to snap right then and there. Unfortunately, Julianne got in way and I took it all out on her. She doesn't deserve that, she's too special, too precious to be treated so horribly.
I feel like absolute shit.

"I'm ready." Her words are softly spoken as she comes out of the bathroom. That's something else I've noticed lately, she's been talking so low even if we were alone - and this has been going on for weeks now, not just because of the argument. Is it considered an argument? More like the assault.

I sigh heavily as I stand from the edge of the bed, my fist tightly clutching the keys. I take a leap of faith, deciding that this almost silent treatment is no longer worth anything, and allow my free hand to grab hers. Involuntarily, I lace our fingers together. She breathes calmly, a sign that she's okay. If she's okay.. then I should be, too.

Careful not to walk too quick, I guide us down the stairs and to the front door. Once we're outside, I have to drop her hand so I could lock the door. I guess she didn't want to wait on me, because when I turned around to face her the only thing I saw was her back as she walked to the passenger door. She got in herself, not giving me a chance to open the door for her.

I try to not overthink it, but it's hard. Soon, I join her and the silence that's been hanging between us regrows. This will be a long ride.


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"Gemma, I said no. Do not say a word about any of that to her." My fist clenches at my side as I stand only a few inches away from my older sister. Her big eyes are filled with worry.

"She's been asking me constantly, Harry. She knows Mum died.. and she knows our father died. She isn't stupid, she's counted the years." Gemma keeps her voice hushed, just in case someone was trying to listen beyond the walls.

"Well let her keep wonderin'. I'm not telling her that, Gem. It's.. it's too much for her." I grit my teeth, doesn't she understand? Sara isn't even a teenager yet, she doesn't need this weighing on her shoulders.

"She's just going to keep asking me." Gemma groans, irritated with my final decision.

"We promised Mum that we'd wait as long as we can. She's too young. I'm not talking about this again, do you understand me?" My brows lift on my forehead as I stare straight at her.

There's a tear forming in her right eye, and that makes my heart skip a beat. She's upset with me, this isn't what I need right now.

"Fine. But if she asks why I can't say anything.. I'll make sure she knows it's because of you." She jabs her index finger into my chest.

I sigh, "I don't care. Not another word."

We both left the dark room quietly, trying not to make any noise so no one would notice us. I walk faster ahead of her, just to cut down any more chances of someone questioning our sudden disappearance. It's perfectly fine for us to talk privately. She's my sister, she gets my full respect and attention whenever she needs it.

"There you are." Perrie breathes out as I step into the kitchen, no longer sensing Gemma's presence behind me. She's made her way to the stairs, probably to cry in her room or to comfort Sara - I'm not sure.

"Yeah." I shrug, not bothering to question why she's searching for me.

"Did something happen?" She asks, taking a firm hold of my elbow to drag me further from the living room.

I furrow my brows, "What?"

"With Julianne.. She's being so quiet.. and.. hesitant. Did something happen?" She questions more thoroughly this time. It was hard for me to believe it - perhaps I need to get my eyes checked - but I could see an expression of worry covering her face.

"Why do you care about Julianne?" I lower my voice to a mumble, hoping to keep this conversation private, too.

"Because.. She's important to you. And you're the Alpha." She rolls her eyes, as if that was the whole story.

I decide not to get too involved in her personal feelings for Julianne, so I just reply, "We're fine."

Another lie, they've become so easy for me to use these days. I'm always lying to Julianne about the letter and the suspected attack. I'm always telling everyone that my relationship with her is peachy and full of butterflies and rainbows - when in fact it is not. Lying has become my new hobby, and I hate knowing that.

I break away from Perrie's grasp, since I didn't want to further this little chat, and I head into the living room. My eyes scan the room quickly until they land on Julianne. She's relaxed in the recliner, her eyes fixed on Niall as he tells her a story of some kind. I wasn't interested to know what it was about.

With a deep breath, and a quick glance at Perrie - who thankfully wasn't watching me - I step into the room. Niall notices me automatically, flashing a smile my way as I sat down on the couch across from where he's sitting. Julianne's eyes dart to my presence for only a moment. I was going to give her a smile, but she was already looking away when I had the thought.

It was just the three of us in here. I knew Louis and Zayn were outside smoking, Perrie was starting dinner so that when Sophia returned from the store they wouldn't have to wait on every single item, and Gemma was off somewhere pouting.

Niall just reached the end of his story and quietly excused himself from the room. A heavy feeling forms in my heart as I look over at Julianne. She's picking at her thumbnail, eyes fixed on her fingers. I gulp gently, I shouldn't have walked away when I got here. I left her with Perrie and Niall since Gemma had to urgently talk to me. That went on for twenty minutes, so I'm sure Julianne isn't pleased with me.

"Can I sit by you?"

My head lifts, I didn't even realize my eyes were closed until they popped open. Shock waves shoot through my body as I realize she's standing right there, just a foot from me. She's smiling extremely faintly, which makes me believe she's still not one hundred percent over what happened between us. I wouldn't blame her if she never wanted to be near me again.

"You don't have to ask." I present her with a soft smile.

Her cheeks flush as she returns the gesture before sitting down right beside me - just like she did three days ago. Without her having to ask, I slide my arm around the small of her back and bring her as close as we can get while sitting. She drops her head against my shoulder, a sigh falling from her mouth. Silence returns, not surprising though, as she reaches across my lap to grab my other hand. She starts to fiddle with my fingers absentmindedly, she does that often.

Sophia busts through the door out of nowhere, a few reusable grocery totes hanging from her wrists. She gives us a warm smile before hurrying into the kitchen. They're on a time schedule and she's trying her best to get started prepping the meat she had to run out and buy. Apparently Niall forgot to pick it up earlier this week.

Julianne adjusts herself beside me, forcing my head to shift in her direction. I watch intensively as she hesitates for a few seconds, but eventually grows the courage to climb onto my lap. I hold my arms out to allow her to get comfortable and sit as she pleases. She digs her bare feet into the cushion beside us, her arm slides around my neck.

With one hand, she tilts my head back so our eyes meet. We hold the eye contact for the first time in days. The corner of her mouth lifts very slightly as she pushes my hair out of my face. She's such a beautiful human, such a gorgeous soul.

"Can we please stop fighting?" She mutters quietly intending to keep this between the two of us. I quickly block everyone from my thoughts, which is an automatic command for them to not listen in on us through the walls either. Being Alpha has it's perks.

"I'm sorry.. for what I done.. it's been haunting me ever since." I sigh out, letting my eyes fall to her shoulder.

I bring my hand up to the collar of her shirt and I pull it down, displaying the shoulder I stupidly bruised up the other day. Her eyes watch me closely as I stare at the mark I left on her skin. Unlike the other fading ones, this one wasn't out of love. After a minute of just gazing at the purple bruise - yellowing out around the edges - I fix her shirt and flick a few loose pieces of hair out of the way. Her braid wasn't very tight.

She doesn't say anything back to me, which is understandable. She didn't do anything wrong, if anything she was trying to do everything right. The only mark she made on me was a small crescent indent from her fingernail. It quickly vanished within a few hours.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm a bad girlfriend." It wasn't hard to catch the sadness in her words.

"Fiance.." I smirk gently, correcting that small mistake. She goes red in the face, it's easy to forget that we are engaged. "But.. you aren't. You're the best, actually. You tried.. when I didn't." Admitting this was easy for me. She deserves the praise.

"Promise me.. you'll stop ignoring me like that. It.. it hurts, a lot."

My heart breaks as I watch her lips fall to a frown, "I promise. I.. I hate it. I.. it's hard to control, but I swear I will never be that way again."

A gentle smile grows on her lips, lifting them from their previous fallen state, "And, please, tell me whatever is on your mind. Sometimes you.. you forget that I'm here for you.. that you can talk to me about anything." She combs her fingers through my scalp, pulling a pleased grin to my face.

"I will, baby. I'm sorry for being this way."

"It's okay." She leans down to my mouth and graciously leaves a few sloppy kisses on my lips.

Before I had time to return the favor, or take it further, someone entered the room and broke our personal bubble. I look up in time to see Sophia, Zayn, and Niall sit down on the couch adjacent to us - each of them smirking towards us.

Julianne tears away, madly blushing as she glances over her shoulder to see who came in. She slips off my lap, her hands slide off of my body. I stop one of them, though, from leaving my abdomen. I enjoy the feeling of her hands on me. She rests it there and I relax against her. The tension has gone, the troubled thoughts have disappeared.

"So... what's for dinner?" I ask, cheekily smiling as they all sigh.

"Looks like you're gonna be havin' Julianne." Niall laughs, getting the same reaction from Zayn.

I roll my eyes as Julianne hides her face in my shoulder. She doesn't like discussing our sexual life with anyone, especially Niall - he sometimes takes things too far. I grip her waist, letting her know it was alright. She lets out a giggle, her warm breath melts through my thin shirt.

Sophia begins to explain what really is for dinner and it's very hard to concentrate. Julianne's still leaning on me, her hand has fallen to very bottom of my stomach - right where it meets my pelvis. I try to stay collected - she can't do anything for a few more days anyways..

Notes

-- don't worry, Harry and Julianne will always make up xxxxx ;)

-- last update for the night! much love for you allll xxx

-- I'll be back soon with more chapters! leave me some feedback to enjoy x

-- hope you caught on to the little mystery.. and the next chapter is going to be very, very important! xx some things are comingggg