Closer: A Harper's Island FanFic
From the song: Closer by Burn Season
This one has a lemon in it, so I'll tell you when you it starts and stops if you aren't into that kind of stuff. :)
Chapter 4
He looked up, only to see Abby standing on the stairs.
"Abby," Henry began.
She ran back up the stairs, and naturally, he chased her.
"Abby! Abby, please!"
She ran into her room, and before she could slam the door, he stopped it with his shoe. "I'm sorry, Abby." He said through the door. "I didn't want you to see that." He said softly.
Her breathing erratic, she couldn't stop the image of Henry murdering her best friend from flooding her mind.
"Please, understand, Abby. He needed to go."
She slowly opened the door, and when Henry took in her tear-streaked face, he contemplated hugging her, but thought against it once again. He wanted, no, needed to touch her, but he couldn't. Not right now.
"Henry," Her voice broke.
"Yes?"
"Can…you please bury him? Formally? For me?"
He considered what she wanted and nodded. "Of course, Abby."
"Thank you." Her mouth turned up in what was supposed to be a smile, but didn't quite make it. He walked down the stairs, hating himself for not making her happy enough.
Abby lay down on her bed, waiting for Henry to come up and tell her the deed was done.
Tears ran freely down her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, trying not to think.
A knock on the door made her jump out of her zombie-like state and she turned her head towards a smiling Henry. He walked to her, rose his hand as if to touch her, then drew back. Why wouldn't he touch her?
"I made dinner."
"Dinner?" She whispered.
"Yes. Your favorite. Tuna casserole."
She smiled slightly. "Okay." How long had she been laying here?
She rolled over and Henry almost helped her up, but stepped back instead. She got up and followed him downstairs to the kitchen.
"Wow." She said. There was a big oak dinning table with matching chairs, a white table cloth covering it with two long candles in the middle. Abby looked around. Henry had decorated the whole place with paintings, different colored rugs, beautiful furniture, clocks, and even a large Television in the living room. It looked completely different – more homey, even.
"Do you like it?" Henry grinned expectantly.
"Henry, I love it." She said honestly.
He laughed and walked around to the table, pulling out one chair.
She shyly walked over and sat down. She watched Henry's back as he walked into the kitchen, grabbed the two plates and set on in front of Abby, the other across from her.
He sat down silently. "We haven't had a very stable meal in the last few days, and I thought we could use it." He shrugged and smiled.
Abby returned the smile weakly and stuck the fork in the food on her plate. She took a small bite and smiled. "This is great, Henry."
"You really like it?" He asked like a hopeful child.
"Of course."
Henry grinned and began eating.
All he wants to do is please me. Abby thought. As creepy as that sounded, it was almost…sweet.
What was she saying? She looked up to see Henry staring curiously at her, fork in midair.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm…fine."
He put his fork down. "Do you not like it?" He asked sadly.
"No!" She reassured him. "It's amazing! But…what will we do when we have to go shopping or something?"
He grinned. "Already taken care of."
Of course, she thought.
"I have a small boat that people can load food and clothes, the necessaties into, and they'll ship it around the island until it finally comes to us, and no one will ever know we're here. It'll be off the radar. Sure it'll take longer, but it's worth it." He smiled.
"Oh. Okay." They began eating in silence.
After they ate, Abby tried to help Henry with the dishes, but he refused and told her she needed rest. Why did he think she needed to sleep so much?
Then she realized it – Henry needed to bury Jimmy. She lay in her bed for a while until she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in," She called, thankful that he knocked.
She heard the tiny squeak of the doorknob and turned to face him, and a smile immediately was placed on her face. Why was she smiling? It's just Henry. Then she thought about it. It never really has been just Henry. He was her whole world since they were 8.
"I made up my – our – the other bedroom. You are welcome to…um…sleep in it if you like." He seemed afraid she would reject him or something.
"Okay." She nodded weakly and sat up as a grin spread across Henry's face. "Oh! Okay. Come on!"
They made their way down the hall until Henry stopped so suddenly Abby crashed into his back.
"Sorry."
"No problem." He unlocked the door and Abby gasped.
The room was absolutely beautiful. It had a white carpet, but the mohogany bed seemed to fit perfectly with it, and the dark dresser below a large mirror surrounded by black iron designs.
"You like it?"
"Yes, Henry! Yes!"
He reached out as if to put an arm around her, but stopped.
Abby looked him in the eyes. "Henry, why won't you touch me?"
Henry looked hurt for a moment, then recomposed himself. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Then he smiled that Henry Smile she loved and she threw her arms around him.
"You won't, Henry."
He wrapped his own arms around her tightly and buried his face in her dark hair. "I love you, Abby."
She swallowed. "I love you, Henry."
He leaned back and searched her eyes. Obviously finding what he wanted, he kissed her lightly.
Lemon here! :)
Abby went rigid, but then responded to him. Her fingers ran through his hair as he slid his tongue into her mouth. He gripped her waist tightly and pulled her closer to him, making her gasp.
Before she knew what she was doing, she ran her hands under his shirt, feeling hisabs before pulling up on his shirt. He helped her and threw the shirt on the floor. She gasped and stepped back.
"Abby, it's okay." Henry said softly. "We don't have to do this." Though he did look a little hurt at the rejection, she knew he wouldn't push her to do this.
"No, no. I…" She was afraid. Not of Henry, but because she had never doen this before. "I…don't know how."
He smiled. "It's okay, Abby. I'll show you. Okay?"
She nodded and kissed him again. He began taking off her light blue shirt and tugged it off of her head before taking her in his arms again. He unclipped her bra and let it slide to the floor as she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans.
They lay on the soft blanket and stripped the rest of their clothes off.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this." Henry whispered in her ear.
"I want it, too, Henry. I want it, too."
Upon hearing this, he slowly slid into her, knowing it was her first time.
She cried out in pain and he stopped.
"Don't, stop Henry. It's okay."
He kissed her ear and whispered, "This is going to hurt." It's amazing how many times he'd said that for a different reason.
She nodded and he slowly thrusted into her. The pain was quickly replaced with pleasure and she moaned softly. It took all Henry had not to pound into her. He wanted her, needed her. He had waited so long for them to be together alone, and now she was his, and only his.
Abby wrapped her thin legs around Henry and whispered, "Faster,"A little scared of asking for it.
"Anything for you." He replied and quickened his pace.
"Mm…"Abby hummed and smiled.
Henry's thrusts got more and more needy, and Abby felt her whole body tighten.
"Henry!" She gasped.
"Shh…"He whispered in her ear. "You're coming, dear."
He pressed his lips to hers as they both met their release. Henry rolled so Abby could rest her head on his chest and brushed her damp hair out of her eyes.
"I love you, Abby." He whispered.
"Mm…" Abby smiled and closed her eyes. "Love you, too."
"Sleep now, love."
K, you're safe. lol
A/N: Any ideas would be greatly appreciated – I don't want to make this story boring haha. :) Thank you for reading!