Pretending {H.S}

Daydreaming.

Harry.

Waking up with Anna in my arms was a privilege I never thought I'd get again, the deal I made with Kacy was engineered so I would be robbed of it forever.

But my girl smelled a rat and figured it all out on her own, she came back to me.

She still loves me.

As much as it hurt to leave her in bed I had to shower, I finally felt the grime I'd let build up over my time without her.

I didn't want her to see me like that in the light of day, to see how useless I was when she wasn't around.

Slipping out of bed carefully, I admired her sleeping form.

Her mouth was open slightly, her soft breaths fanning across my pillow with her lips obscured by the fabric.

My beautiful girl.

The urge to pinch myself arose, I truly couldn't believe she was there.

It felt as though I would wake up any moment still huddled in a ball on the floor with a searing pain in my chest.

But after 5 whole minutes of staring at her she was still there, sleeping soundly in my bed.

It was only then I allowed myself to saunter into the bathroom, sighing in relief as the hot shower washed away my sadness.

I looked in the mirror for the first time in 2 weeks, wiping the condensation with my palm leaving a clear streak down the middle and smiled.

This was how I looked when I had her, well rested and clean and happy.

I wrapped a towel round my waist and headed back into my bedroom, smiling wider when I saw her awake in bed.

"Hey." She mumbled with sleep filled eyes, "I thought I'd dreamed it all for a second."

"Dreamed what?" I asked, pushing my fingers through my wet hair.

"Coming here, finding out the truth, being with you."

Great minds think alike. Or heartbroken ones.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I took in how well synched we were and I leaned down to press a peck to hers.

"I'm here, you're here," I said against her mouth, "we're together."

When I pulled back all I could do was admire the soft grin on her pink lips as she stared up at me, her eyes scanning my face just like I had hers.

Her eyes dropped down to glide over my torso when they stopped suddenly and her eyebrows dipped downwards in the centre.

"What is that?" She questioned, reaching out to touch me. "Come here."

"I'm wet." I frowned, the water still dripping off my body from the shower.

"I don't care."

Her hand curved round my hip and pulled me towards her, the other pushing her up to rest her back against the head board.

"Harry, is that my tattoo?"

Her thumb brushed over the healing ink so gently it sent a shiver up my spine, forcing me to kneel on the mattress.

"Yeah." I swallowed, "Do you like it?"

Her caramel eyes flicked up to meet mine briefly with wonder in them, honing back in on the tattoo immediately after.

"When did you get it?" Her voice was smooth against my ears.

"The day after..." I trailed off, unable to say it out loud, "I had a bit of a breakdown and needed something to ground me."