Something Greater (Something Great 2)

Chapter 47

I don't know why it made me sad that he lived here. Maybe it was the fact he had bought a house here after he told me he wasn't going to, because he wanted to be with me in Australia. This house was just a reminder of the seven months we were apart.

"You don't look very impressed, what's wrong?" He whispered, cupping my cheek.

"Nothing, I'm just tired from the flight that's all," I semi lied. I was tired from the flight, but I didn't want to bring up my actual thoughts. I was tired or revisiting our break up, and our feelings on it, so I would just have to suck it up and love this place as much as he seemed to.

"Jen..." He pushed for me to tell him the truth, he knew when I was lying, but I didn't want to start this trip off on a bad foot.

"Harry..." I mimicked him, and reached up and kissed him to distract him from further questioning me.

"Can you two stop making out and help us with our bags?" Sam interrupted us, and Harry broke away and laughed.

"Get your own bloody bags, are your hands painted on?" He walked over to her and unloaded the car before we made our way inside.

He pointed out the bedrooms and restrooms to the girls, and told us Angus and Gemma would be staying with us when they got in later tonight. The girls made their way up stairs to their rooms, and Harry lead me up the stairs to his.

His room was on the far end, away from everyone else. It was quite large and well furnished, unlike his room back at the London flat.

He had photo frames lining his dresser, with photos of his family and friends, and only one on his bedside table. That one was of us, it was an old photo his mum had taken of us when I met her for the first time.

"I like this photo," I picked it up and held it in my hand.

"I've had it there since I moved here. Is that weird? You know, to have a photo with your then ex beside your bed?"

To anyone else that may have been weird, because no one really liked to cling to their past, and have their ex stare you in the face every morning when you wake up. Harry and I were different though. I think we both knew our break up was more of a relationship vacation, and we'd get back together.

"No, I never put away the photos of us in my room," I admitted to him. As hard as it was to look at those photos everyday, it comforted me to know that he was mine at one point. I lived by the motto- don't frown because it's over, smile because it happened.

"Mmm, anyway I don't want to think about that time of my life, what's important is you're well rested, get on the bed," he instructed me.

"Okay Christian," I laughed and got onto his bed.

"What? Who is that?" He laughed and joined me on the bed, situating himself between my legs, resting his head on my stomach.

"You know from fifty shades? He tells the girl what to do and she does it," I ran my fingers through his long hair.

As much as I loved his hair shorter, this length was kind of sexy. It made him look more mature, it gave him a more powerful sex appeal for some reason, and I couldn't help but picture myself pulling on it when he pleasured me.

He pulled himself up my body, and because he was already pressed into me, he brushed against me making me moan at the feeling, and my previous thoughts of pulling on his hair.

"What was that?" He chuckled, his face shadowing mine.

"I...I don't know,"

"I guess she missed me, even the slightest bit of contact drives her crazy," he winked at me, referring to my down there region.