I Need You To Catch Me When I Fall
Chapter Two
Nikki scrubbed her hand through her golden blonde hair as she stumbled down the corridor to the changing rooms. She had to change into her scrubs in order to perform a pm on the body that lay waiting in the cutting room. That's if she didn't fall asleep on the table. She'd barely slept the night before, images of Harry had clawed their way into her dreams. She'd awoken this morning after only three hours sleep covered in sweat and short of breath. The one that she wanted was to get this pm over and delay seeing Harry. There was no way that she could deal with him this morning.
Which is lucky she thought He normally stumbles in late after a night with the bimbos.
Nikki rounded the corner, immediately stopping dead in her tracks. Her sleepy brown eyes ran over the pale toned plains of Harry's chest as she stood topless across the room in front of his own locker. Harry gave her a questioning look with a single raised eyebrow as to why she was stood statue still just staring. Nikki gulped and forced her legs to move forward, even though they felt like lead weights. She gave a fake yawn in a desperate attempt to cover the rather obvious reaction that had engulfed her when she'd walked into the room. She'd seen Harry topless before, but this time it made her head go all fuzzy. The other times she'd seen Harry topless, hadn't followed a night of the dreams that she'd had last night.
She sat down on the wooden bench in front of her own locker to undo her leather boots. Her eyes trailing up Harry's back as he changed. She noted that she was wearing the same jeans as yesterday and the same shirt as last night lay screwed up further up the bench. An indication that it wasn't his own bed that he'd slept in last night. A sickly feeling stirred the pits of Nikki's stomach. She swallowed deeply, trying to make the feeling dissipate. Her eyes continued to move further up his back. The top of his back and shoulders were covered in red marks. Nikki's eyebrows lowered and she scowled. Jealousy surged through her like a wrecking ball, enough to knock her over had she been standing.
Red marks that were caused by long nails. Red marks caused by a woman's nails. Red marks caused by a 25 year old bimbo's nails.
Nikki's throat was suddenly dry. "Good night then?" She asked as he put on another shirt.
Not that I really want or need to hear the answer She thought sourly.
Harry looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "I didn't know they were that obvious"
Nikki gave a dry fake smile and rose from the bench. She opened her own locker, the door was a boundary between her and Harry. Enough to hide the unpleasantness of her facial expression.
"She's really something" Harry cooed.
"Oh I bet" Nikki replied sarcastically as she began to change.
Harry leaned backwards to see around her locker door, a questioning look staining his face. "Cheer up Niks, you're only grouchy cause you're not getting any"
"Don't I know it" Nikki mumbled, not loud enough for the sound to travel to Harry.
Harry continued to plough on, having not heard what she'd said. "At least you not getting any means that you're not going home with unsuitables again"
Nikki steeped backwards and shot Harry a filthy look. "Not all of the men who are go home with are unsuitable Harry" She snapped.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Just the majority then" he said bluntly.
"My personal life has absolutely nothing to do with you Harry!" Nikki all but spat. "And besides even if I do occasionally take men back to my flat, it's not as bad as the endless stream of women that you take back to yours. I mean none of them are exactly appropriate are they Harry? You're not as young as you think maybe you should stop picking up women in their mid twenties and actually find someone decent" A burning jealousy was engulfing all her reasoning. She knew that she shouldn't have said that, but envy surged through her veins. She didn't like the thought of him taking any woman home, but she couldn't exactly explain why when she didn't want to think about it herself. The words had gone unsaid for way too long, now their was no way of stopping the word vomit, it was forcing her to carry on snapping away.
Harry stared at her for a few moments, his expression neutral. But his eyes were darker than before, his anger all too evident. She'd seen him angry before, she'd had him angry at her before. But time was different, this time there was a fury burning inside him. And it was aimed at her.
Nikki glowered at him. "The women I date have nothing to do with you Nikki, just like the men that you date don't have anything to.."
"If they don't have anything to do with you why are you patronising me about them" Nikki interrupted.
They argued over each other, both of them raising their voices trying to be heard over the other. Every time that he surged anger at her, she hit it head on.
"For your information, Nikki, for your information" He bellowed over the top of Nikki's continuing argument, "For your information, Sarah is the first girl I've dated in about a month"
Nikki raised her hand and turned away from him with a scowl, "Oh big god damn deal, you missed out on some mindless nights with strangers because of work" she spat.
Harry slammed his locker door shut, the force reverberated through Nikki's bones as she tore towards her. He stopped inches from her, his hot angry breath down on her face.
"You want to know why I cancelled dates with the girls, it was because of you Nikki" Harry hissed. Nikki snapped her head upwards to look at him, her heart pounding in her chest with anger and confusion.
"It was because you and your little crisis's and needing me to be there to pick up the pieces all of the time." Harry said flatly, the emotion gone from his voice. He gave her a look that chilled her bones before he turned and stormed across the room.
Nikki shook her head in disbelief of what he'd just said. "Oh go to hell Harry" She bellowed after him as he stomped through the door.
I'm not really sure about this chapter, it's really hard to write them arguing properly, so I apologise if you don't like it
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