Hero

I shuffled around in my comfortable position on Harry's chest where I currently resided, curled up neatly beside him while my hand and head rested against his bare chest. Oh yes, bare. He claimed that the more skin contact we shared, the faster my body would use his energy to get me back up and running again, I wasn't going to complain although my cheeks had burned the whole time until I had peacefully snoozed off, only to awaken now.

"How're you feeling?" Harry's gruff voice questioned from above, his chest rumbling with the motion of his speech, his words dipped with slight edging concern.

"Cold," I murmured nuzzling my nose into his chest in an attempt to get closer to his warmth so my body could warm up.

"Hold on," he murmured as he gently eased me off his body and stood up off the bed, the mattress creaking softly as he lazily stalked over to a chair in the corner and returned with a warm looking blanket. He enveloped me in the blanket and tugged me back down to our previous positions on the bed.

"Better?" I nodded quietly in reply, my hand tracing lines and random shapes across the tanned planes of his chest absentmindedly, my conscious mind taken hostage by my raging thoughts about the recent events that had occurred. I felt so content and peaceful now that Harry was back, it was as if something inside me just calmed down as soon as I was in his protective embrace and it seemed so damn natural. It wasn't intentional to feel that way, but as soon as our personal bubbles become intertwined my body relaxed.

I guess it's the soulmate instincts or whatever that makes us uncontrollably drawn towards one another for comfort-- or me anyway, Harry hasn't really shown any signs of that yet.

"Harry?" I whisper tilting my head up to peer at him from beneath my lashes innocently.

"Hmm?"

"I think. . you owe me an apology," I murmured timidly afraid of the what his reaction may be towards my simple request. I had been thinking over what had happened and deemed it unfair how he had offloaded me here without an explanation and I refused to become that doormat girl that gets trodden over by a male once again. I had been there before and it was not pretty, he needed to know that treating me unfairly was not going to go unnoticed and forgiven without an apology.

He tilted his head to get a proper look at my face and his had an incredulous look drawn across his handsome one.

"You what?" He asked, his face holding an edging scowl as if being expected to apologise was the most bizarre thing anyone had ever requested from him. I nodded my head calmly.

"For dumping me here without an explanation." I clarified, averting my gaze back to his chest once I got tired of up keeping his intense gaze that made my cheeks burn. He let out a little snort of laughter.

"Sweetheart, grow up. I had more important things to worry about then hurting your feelings," he almost sneered.

I felt a stab of hurt from his harsh words and his disregard to my emotions as I frowned sadly. All I had asked was for him to apologise, not climb Everest.

I know he had more important things to worry about, but he had plenty of time to explain it to me, and if he didn't want to explain he could've at least told me where he was going, who with? How long for? It was as if what he did didn't effect me whatsoever when he damn well knew that it did. He clearly isn't used to having someone else to think about as he carries out his actions.

"I am grown, and you have to consider how that felt for me. To be dumped in a house full of strangers completely in the dark about your whereabouts and then get mysteriously sick," I said quietly as I weakly sat up to look at him properly. He gazed at me with his intense eyes and furrowed brows for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"Okay, I get it, but it's in the past, what I say isn't going to change it." He snapped rolling his eyes. "Apologies are useless, they don't make anything better, they can't undo anything. There's no point. Now, stop talking and lie down." He commanded making me frown even more as I sat up further so I was sat on my legs as I stared at him with curiosity. His words made me wonder what had triggered his feelings towards apologies, because in a way he was correct, apologies don't go back and undo, but they do help to heal the wound and he somehow had learned the first part but not the latter.

Either he had some wounds no one bothered to heal, or he had caused some so deep where apologies hadn't helped. I didn't know which one I would prefer.

I shook my head softly not wanting to anger him or cause an argument between us.
"When you have a cut you put a plaster on it, but the plaster isn't what heals the cut is it? It just helps the process." I explained gently. "I want you to put the plaster on," I murmured flicking my gaze back up to his eyes.

His face softened as he stared at me for longer, almost as if he was lost in thought, as if he had never looked at apologies with that perspective before. He sighed raking a hand through his tousled hair as he raised his arm to beckon me forward.

"Come here." He said and I felt myself sigh with disappointment as I realised he wasn't going to say sorry so I dejectedly lay back down in my previous position and he pulled the blanket up to my chin.

"Amelia," Harry muttered gently after a few minutes of silence as his nimble finger came and tugged at my chin to guide it upwards so in result our eyes would have the chance to meet in a burning gaze which always rendered me with a blush.

I felt my breath hitch as a flurry of emotions fluttered through my entire soul, my pulsating heart being heard pounding against my rib cage with our close proximity. My lips tingled.

"I'm so sorry, baby," He said. Sincerity lacing ever word and I felt my eyes enlarge as happiness began to flood my body from his simple words and the thought that my words had convinced him to go against his previous misconceptions and actually apologise to me. For me.

However I never received the chance to tell him I had forgiven him a long time ago because before I could comprehend it, our lips had moulded together softly, a whimper leaving my lips as one of his hands held the left side of my face hostage. We moved together my hands pressed helplessly against his chest as our lips parted and connected, my bottom one locked in between his before his tongue came out and left me breathless. I whimpered as he applied more pressure and just as I was about to cave with the intensity that came with kissing Harry we parted.

Both of our chests were rising and falling at a above average pace as we gazed at each other after our third kiss altogether. I didn't have any words to respond with as I simply stared at him with tender lips and an erratic heart, however our attention was suddenly grasped by a sharp knock on the door which startled me making me flinch.

"Come in," Harry answered while I scrambled to getaway from my vulnerable position sprawled on his upper body as I couldn't handle the embarrassment of being caught in such a intimate position, especially after the moment we just shared.  It seemed personal and I didn't want anyone to see us like that before I had even wrapped my head around it myself.

The door was pushed open to reveal none other than Perrie carrying a tray as she cheerfully marched into the bedroom with no trepidation. I sighed thankful that I had moved away from Harry when I did otherwise she probably would have been on my case for the rest of the week.

"I brought dinner for you both, I figured you both need to get your strength up," She explained as she set the tray onto the spacious nightstand and flashed us both smiles before turning on her heel to head out.

"Thanks, Perrie," I said since Harry hadn't bothered to express any gratitude towards her kind gesture so I took it upon myself. She cast me a grin and a wink over her shoulder as she left the room, shutting the door softly behind her. Harry leaned over and grasped the tray and pushed the blanket away and set it in between us. There were two full bowls of what looked like steaming vegetable soup, the smell alone was mouthwatering and it had my stomach grumbling in anticipation.

We both got our bowls and we began eating, I was trying to be somewhat ladylike because I didn't want to look like some animal but I didn't think it was working out very well. It tasted good, real good. It made me wonder who the cook was because it was thick, hearty and seasoned great.

Yum.

"Harry?" I asked as a few thoughts and questions as usual sprung to mind, I felt like we had never really sat down and discussed anything, and I felt as if I barely knew anything about the man that was kissing me only moments before.

He looked up raising his brows giving me the cue to carry on with what I wanted to inquire.

"What are your abilities?" I asked carefully. I mean, I knew he had super strength and he could fly but I had no idea what else he could do and it was something that captured my interest and I wondered how on earth I had gone so long without knowing, or asking about it in fact.

He chewed on some type of cubed vegetable before answering slowly.

"Well, I have quite a few," He said, his eyes flitting upwards towards the smooth ceiling in thought as if collecting his thoughts about his abilities. "Enhanced strength," he said lifting a long finger from where it was placed on his knee as he ticked it off, "Enhanced hearing, Enhanced memory, Flight, dehydration--"

"What's that?" I interrupted his checklist rudely unable to stop myself, my curiosity getting the better of me. He looked irritated as he sent me a small glare to which I sent him a innocent smile.

"I can drain the water from someone's body," he explained casually making me nearly choke on my soup as I stared at him with huge eyes. Drain the water from someone's body? Fuck, that's scary.

"I can make my blood acidic if needed, I can disintegrate objects with emotions, and. .I have minor healing abilities." He continued on checking off his list of abilities and at the end my mouth was open at the amount of incredible things he was able to do.
"And a few other minor abilities." He finished off.

No wonder he was the best.

"How do you mean 'minor healing?" I asked as I placed my now empty bowl in the tray and took a few sips of the cold water that was in two separate glasses.

He sighed heavily copying my actions and moving the tray with the dirty dishes back onto the nightstand and then motioned me to lie back down. I figured this subject was a slightly tougher one to discuss because he seemed to be avoiding answering as long as he could.
I lay down beside him and he tugged the blanket over us both so we were both lying snugly on our sides facing each other fairly closely. He blew a breath out of his lips before answering.

"I used to be able to heal injuries and wounds by touch. . but a few years ago that ability got destroyed," he said, his voice husky and tight. Tight with what I didn't know, but it definitely wasn't a happy subject to talk about.

"How?" I dared to whisper into the tense air.

"Everybody only has two abilities which is usually flight and something else," he explained making my eyes widen at how many more abilities he had compared to everyone else.

"But I have a shit load, and a few years ago my body couldn't handle the overload of supernatural blood and I had a sort of, heart attack." He said his free hand unconsciously rubbing his chest softly from the memory. My eyes widened in concern from his words, a heart attack? At that young age?

I can't and don't want to imagine strong and protective Harry ever gasping for breath clutching his chest in pain, I immediately shook my head hating that image as I gulped.

"Oh, God Harry," I breathed worriedly, my own heart rate picking up as I watched him with alarm suddenly really afraid that something may happen to him. I had spent so long in his company that an attachment had somehow formed and the thought of him in pain or agony made me want to almost cry.

"It's alright, sweetheart it was a long time ago, but healing puts a lot of strain on me and my stupid fucking heart is too pathetic and weak to handle it." He said rolling his eyes as he scoffed clearly unhappy with the outcome, he looked almost ashamed to admit that there was something inside him, something in his body which wasn't full of strength and determination, that there was a weakness within him. He seemed to hate the thought of being weak in any sense of the word and this pushed me to reassure him that it was okay and normal to have a weakness.

I'd always seen him to be tough, grumpy, not the sweetest person but caring and sweet enough when you peeled back a few layers. I'd had the honour of peeling a little into him, I'd seen him worried, protective, happy, playful, and now, ashamed. I knew why he felt ashamed, because if he could still heal people, that would be a huge help in the hero system, a massive advantage and he felt like shit for not providing that because he was the leader, expected to always be the strongest, with no weak link.

"Harry," I breathed shuffling a little closer so our noses were almost brushing, I didn't know where this newfound confidence came from but I just really needed him to know that he didn't always need to be the strongest, the one who took care of everything, and that it was okay to not be perfect.
"It's okay, it's not your fault, don't feel ashamed. You already do so much for this city, you know without your shit load of abilities, this place would be overrun with villains and criminals in a flash." I reassured him softly using the same words he used much to our amusement as we cracked small smiles.

He breathed a huge sigh looking lighter and his eyes looked a little brighter as if something heavy had been lifted from his chest and it made me wonder if anyone had ever reassured him that he was enough, or if anyone had ever bothered to tell him how incredible he was at protecting the city.

It broke my heart to think that he had never heard words of such positivity that I believed every single person deserved, and I vowed to myself to be the one to tell him more often.

He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead mumbling a few words into my skin.

"Be a good girl now and get some sleep." He said lying on his back and allowing me to curl up under his arm with my head resting on his chest comfortably, for the sake of the soul mate connection heal-y thing.

"Goodnight, Harry," I murmured softly.

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