The Water Boy (Narry)

Chapter 29

I let out a soft groan, my lips never parting, as I twisted my back to stretch it after sleeping. I turned my head to the side and looked at my blank wall and let out a content sigh, letting my body continue to relax under the warmth from my bed covers.

The comforting heat just wasn't enough to me when I thought back to the evening at Harry's. There was something about seeing him timid around me that actually comforted me in a way. I've been the same exact way around him but that was before he knew my little secret regarding him. I didn't want to think that was the reason why he was careful around me that evening. I didn't want him to be afraid that he was going to be the one to break me, even though I used to fear that he could. 

I couldn't even time just how long we remained there but as it played out I could tell by Harry's shifting that he was slowly coming around to the idea of simply being close to me. His hands had started out only covering mine but they managed to someone get under them once his fingers did more than their timid strokes along the bumps and dips of my knuckles. He still managed to stay above my shirt, granted it was a bit too big for me but that's how I preferred to wear my clothes sometimes. Plus, Harry said 'holding only' so it wasn't like he was going to try anything. 

To be honest, I didn't really want or need him to try anything else. I knew that he was nervous and this was probably all new to him as it was to me. Granted, that sometimes I couldn't help myself and I just wanted to kiss him until I was tired of it, needing to actually hold a conversation with him. Lips are also for communication and not just snogging off that boy you've had a crush on forever, wondering just how it would feel to have his lips slide over yours. 

And now you know just what it's like. 

And it's better than I could have imagined. Trust me, my imagination ran wild.

But please get back on track. You know, to the part where his lips are more than just for kissing. 

I guess I have gone off a little bit there.

Yeah, just a tad.

Sorry.

But you're really not.

I know.  

Anyway, I had stayed at Harry's for at least another hour after that. We pretty much spent our time, other than lying around like lazy arses on his couch, looking for something sporty to watch. It felt somewhat similar to how we would be during our own matches, watching from the bench and Harry pointing things out to me that he thought maybe I didn't know. There were things that I did know but I just let him tell me anyway because he seemed to be enjoying it so much. I was as well because whenever he would, he'd unwrap his arm that hooked around me to point to the television. Then he'd shift the weight of his other arm, which was underneath my body, to hold me up closer to him, which was difficult on the couch. Our legs ended up becoming entangled as we both tried to keep my body on the couch. It would have been awfully embarrassing if I had fallen off. 

When it was time for me to leave, which I really didn't want to do because I felt, well safe isn't the right word, but I felt like being with Harry was this calm that I've been needing. Leaving that place was hard but at least I knew I didn't have to daydream just to believe in it anymore. 

It's been a few days since then. The remaining members of the starting line of the team still weren't happy with me and treated me as such, except without such a magnitude of harshness because the coach was being true to his word. During practice yesterday I had passed around the bottles of water and once I turned my back, one of the teammates threw it and it hit me on the shoulder. I didn't care to turn around to see who it was or pick it up because the coach was already shouting that the boy had 15 minutes of laps around the field and when he was done he'd be the one cleaning up after everyone else before he went back to shower and change. I didn't feel as grateful for that because punishment wasn't always the best use for teaching another person how to treat others.