I had spent most of the day by myself.
I knew that Harry had things to take care of, and I respected that, but I was beginning to feel a bit lonely, especially when I had zonked out for the night alone in his room and woken up to more emptiness. Had he even gone to sleep at all?
I sighed, sleepily pulling the covers off of my body and heading into the bathroom. My appearance was disheveled from slumber, my hair an absolute mess. Grabbing a brush I'd left on the counter, I combed through my tresses until they were smooth. After I'd freshened up some, I ventured back to the bedroom where Harry had returned my belongings to after my almost getaway. I slowly filtered through my outfit options before selecting a white tank-top and jeans.
I had just finished tugging the pants on when the door opened behind me. I turned slowly, finding Harry leaning against the entrance to the room, half a smile on his lips as he shamelessly trailed his eyes over my body. I blushed, quickly facing away from him to stuff my other clothing selections back into my bag.
"Although I love this." I gasped as I felt Harry's hands suddenly around me, his fingers pulling gently at the hem of my shirt. "You're going to need to wear something a bit warmer."
I turned in his hold, confused. "Why?"
"Because we're going out and it's cold," he explained, watching my face, which instantly lit up at this news. I had already guessed that it was dangerous for me to go anywhere. I was a main target for a man with too many people doing his bidding, yet I longed for some form of freedom. Simply to go outside would be nice, yet I hadn't done so in the past week.
"Where are we going?" I asked immediately, failing to conceal the excitement in my voice. Harry smiled.
"You'll see," he promised. His lips brushed my forehead before he pulled away, and I watched as he tugged off the sweatshirt that had adorned his upper half. It was simple and black, matching the rest of his attire which consisted of dark jeans and a similar shirt. He held out the clothing to me.
"Won't you be cold?" I asked as I accepted it hesitantly.
"I've got more than one jacket," he smirked.
"So do I."
"I like when you're in my clothes." He spoke boldly, confidently, eyebrows raised as if he expected me to argue, but I just smiled and pulled the sweatshirt over my head. It was baggy on me and I was forced to roll up the sleeves, but it smelled like Harry, and I immediately knew that he was definitely not getting this thing back.
He grinned openly at me. "I'll meet you downstairs," he stated before disappearing into the hall.
I followed, turning right and down the staircase. The house was empty of any sounds aside from my feet on the steps as I landed on the bottom one and I frowned, wondering where the other boys were. I didn't have much time to dwell on this thought as Harry came down seconds later, the black leather jacket he'd worn on the day of the shootout now covering his torso.
He passed by me, and I made to follow him the rest of the way, but he stopped abruptly, turning and capturing my lips with his in one swift motion. His mouth was slow against mine, his large hands cupping my face gently. I felt like we had all of the time in the world as we stood there, savoring these moments. I knew that sometime soon, our world would be torn apart again. There were too many threats for it not to be--and Harry knew that too.
"Today is all about you," he mumbled as he pulled away, his eyes a bright jade.
"Us," I corrected quietly, entwining my fingers with his. "It's about us."
