Again

Chapter 39.

"I got a letter from WSU today," I say as Harry parks our driveway next to Bob's car. I don't expect my mum nor Bob to be home yet, though. I don't know where they went, but they have a habit of going out at around noon, never taking the car. My guess is that they walk around to have some time for themselves. And I did try to find out what they were doing, but they wouldn't tell. I can't imagine how weird or hard it must be live with the brother of the man you once were married to.

I don't remember it differently, Bob has always been the father figure for me, but I often wondered how it must be for my mother. Though she seems very comfortable around him I often wonder how much he might resembles my father.

"Hm," Harry hums, eye lids half closed, a lazy smile on his features. He's still sitting on the driver's seat, arms crossed and his body facing mine. His head in leaning against the window, the light that comes through is shining around his head, defining the soft hair that curls on the back of his neck. He's with no doubt the most handsome man I have ever seen. "What does it say?"

"I don't know yet," I answer honestly. "I didn't want to open it this morning."

He looks at me through his green eyes, with an emotion I have yet to learn to describe. It is like an open window that invites you inside, but you still hesitate in fear what you might find. There is always some humor sparkling somewhere, as if everything is a complete joke to him and he has to keep himself from laughing. "Why?"

I'm sitting sideways, my head against the soft fabric of my seat. I like sitting here with him. No screaming, no touching. Even though I wouldn't mind. I shrug, "I'm not sure. I guess I am just afraid of what I might find inside the envelope. This is one of the only colleges I know my mother wouldn't mind me going. Well, if it's up to her I would be staying home, doing online community college."

"Maybe..," he begins but stops himself. His eyes unfocused, his forehead creasing as he thinks. "I can talk to my mum? See if she can change your mothers mind? Heaven knows my father didn't want me to go either. It was my mother who convinced him that I can't stay home forever... if it was up to him I would still be up in my room."

I laugh but am surprised at his answer. So he was dealing with the same things as I am now? The thought gives me high hopes and my heart swells at his offer. "Thank you. That would be amazing," I say, earning a sweet smile from him. "What is up with our parents, though?" I ask.

For a moment he just looks at me and my skin feels hot and cold at the same time. Then his eyes close as he speaks the words freely: "Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom. So, so, so."

A small smile tugs on his luscious lips and my eyes stay on them while he speaks. He has this thing where he speaks so slowly it's seems like he's tasting the way the words feel on his lips. Even when he's angry his speaking doesn't speed up. "Shakespeare," I answer once he finishes. "I am impressed."

He shrugs, but obviously proud. "They are prude as fuck," he jokes, commenting on our parent’s behavior. "My father was convinced into making me some kind of soldier when I was little. He would like to fucking train me, always had this picture in his mind on how I was supposed to be. So imagine how disappointed he was when I was rather reading Charles Dickens or other books instead of learning how to cut a piece of wood in half with my bare hands."

My eyes widen and I laugh. Though, he does have a slope on being violent. I am surprised he told this without having me to ask. "Well, are you? A trained super soldier?" I ask, smiling at him. I am enjoying myself, getting to know the mystery that is Harry Styles.

He doesn't answer. Instead he just smiles, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. The energy in the little car shifts so quickly that I don't have time to progress on what is actually happening.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly blurts out, lifting his body up and leaning closer to me. One of his hands reach out and I hold my breath as they reach for my hair and one of his fingers wraps around a strand. He seems to be lost in his action. I think back to when he lead me out of the grill and had me against the wall. His body was so close to me, but I was yet unable to touch him. Feeling a sudden bravery I reach up to the small curls on the side of his face. He stiffens for a moment before taking my moving hand in his. "Don't," he says and my racing heart stops for a moment. "I want to touch you first. It's been in my thoughts for too long."

I nod and his hand moves up to my cheek. I feel like exploding, every nerve of my body is on a strange high, my inner muscles tightening. I slightly lean into his palm, slowly as if to not scare away an already frightened Harry. He tries to hide it, but I can hear it in the way his breath trembles, the way he acts carefully, waiting for me to say no. But I don't stop him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers again. "For hurting you. Even for hurting Finn."

"Why?" I ask and his body leans even closer. His free hand that has been holding his body up now moves to my waist, bringing my body closer. My breathing goes uneven as he leans his forehead against mine before attaching his lips onto the skin of my neck. He leaves slow kisses up to my jawline. "Because," he breaths between kisses before connecting his forehead back with mine. "I know I hurt you by hurting him. For that I am sorry," he kisses my cheek. It's like he can not resist either I am not the one to tell him to stop. The feeling of his lips is exquisite and I wouldn't trade my place with anyone else right now.

"Please," he begs between kisses, leaving them all over my face, but just not my mouth. "Forgive me."

His lips are now an inch from mine, his hot breath warming my skin. Every bone in my body practically screams that I should kiss him. Not run away. My eyes have been closed the whole time and when I open them I see him starring right at me. He's pleading with his eyes and I can't resist anymore. I lean forward and kiss him. He tastes like mint and Harry. A heavenly taste, my favorite taste.

First he is cautious his lips barely meeting mine. "It's okay," I assure him and with that the hold he has on my waist tightens and he brings me closer to his lips. His skin digs into my mine and for one moment I feel the insecurities breaking through the surface of my mind. I place my hand on his so he removes his hand. I have always been insecure of the love handles, but as he moans out my name in a blissful tone and squeezes my side the thoughts vanish.

"Don't," Harry whispers, nibbling at my earlobe. "It's nicer to grab something other than bones. Relax."

I grab a fistful of his soft curls. "Harry," I whisper as his lips disconnect from mine for a moment. He gives me a small smile before reconnecting his lips. I open my mouth and let his tongue move against mine. The sensation of his soft lips is exquisite. My breathing goes uneven. There a fire a desire that makes me want more. I want more and I want it now. I don't care if my parents might decide to come now, I don't care what anyone will think.

When I move my hand to the hem of his shirt he stops. I frown at him. Why did he stop? Did I do something wrong? The flames inside me almost immediately burn out and embarrassment mark my cheeks.

"We're in front of your parents’ house," he explains my confusion. "And even though I would like to get undressed - oh God you have no idea- I don't think that'd be a good idea."

I smirk. "Now look at you all resident."

"I am a lot of things," he says and moves his thumb slowly over my swollen lips. "But I am not fucking resident. Not when it comes to you."

I am caught off by his words, but he doesn't seem to notice. What does that make us? Does that mean that he actually has the same feelings that I have been trying to suppress the whole time? 

In a blissful moment I run my hand over his hair, pushing it out of his face. His eyes close and the fact that he seems to enjoy my touch give me a little more confidence. "I miss you," I suddenly blurt out. His eyes open and I feel like hitting myself when suddenly everything happens at the same time.

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