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Chapter 83 - Harry

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

It was silent besides the sound of the piano, low because I still had my foot pressed to the middle pedal, forcing it down so I wouldn’t wake up anyone at such an hour.

Scarlett was quiet next to me, her head resting on my shoulder lightly as she traced her fingers up and down my arms, her breathing even, her feet safely tackled beneath her legs and her eyelids fluttering shut. They were resting against her cheekbones, pink-ish and soft, looking as kissable as ever. Also, the silence we were lost in allowed me to actually feel her heart beating, her veins pulsing through the skin where we were in touch. It was silent and comforting, and, honestly, perfect.

It’d been a long while since I’d been able to play the piano with such an ease, such a peace spreading inside. The simple sound of the notes, along with the wind whistling through the gaps at the door, seemed right; almost as right as having that silent and beautiful girl sitting next to me. Sometimes she would open her eyes, stare at my fingers in something like awe, trace her own above mine as if trying to learn how to play by mimicking my movements. Other moments she would look at me instead, ghosting her lips over the skin on my cheeks and mumbling silent words sometimes I could make out; sometimes couldn’t.

It was peaceable either way, just being with her and despising the whole entire world around us; despising the fact that it was somewhat 3am and I’d have to wake up around 7 to go to work; despising the fact that she was living with Lana now, and probably her and her daughter would be asleep at this time, and Scar would most likely disturb their sleep when I dropped her off there. That and many other reasons just seemed idle to me at the moment, and I could tell she thought just like I did, because every time I made a mention to stop playing she would rest her hand on mine and tap it lightly as if to say ‘keep going’.

All other kids had gone to bed around two hours ago, and the nuns didn’t seem to bother that both Scarlett and I decided to stay a while more. They were probably asleep, too, and the sound of the piano didn’t seem to be bothering anyone. At this point, really, it had become part of the environment, anyway. The notes were sounding smoothly, getting carried away by the air and into the darkness. It was just fine. It was just like silence.

I got out of my trance once I felt a lingering kiss pressed to my cheek again, this time way longer than the others, and then the lips on my skin left a soft trail until it got to my shoulders. Scar pressed a kiss there, too, above all layers of clothing, and even if I couldn’t properly feel the warmth of her lips, I could feel the warmth of the effect of knowing they were there caused me. It was nothing like the warmth I felt when we were skin-to-skin, curled up in my bed (that was more like fire, honestly), but it was the kind of warmth that started off on my toes and came up comforting every single spot in my body. It was the kind of warmth that made me feel sated, and happy, and stupid for no reason at all, just smiling until my cheeks hurt, and yet, I couldn’t stop it.

It was the kind of warmth that whispered love over and over again, not even bothering to be loud, nor anything but simply noticeable. And it was. Pretty much. Love.

The moonlight creeping through the window high on the wall hit Scarlett’s skin silently, just a small flash, making it glow like ivory; if ivory even glows, that is. Half of her features were hidden in the darkness, meanwhile the other half just sparkled with silent life. She was beautiful. So damn freaking beautiful, I was utterly wordless. The mere sight of her threw several refined and cliché words into my mind, coming up from literally nowhere, apart from her. And I felt like I could write another song, right there, if she stayed with me for a couple more hours.