How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 6

I sat up and stretched before heading out my bedroom door. I remembered that Harry was sleeping downstairs in the living room and I needed to be quiet so I didn't wake him up. I carefully took the stairs and landed in the hallway. I noticed a light was on coming from the living room. Silently, I moved to the doorway of the living room, but concealed myself behind the corner so I still had a view of the room without being seen. The sight made my heart drop.

Harry was sitting on the edge of the sofa with his head in his hands. His body was writhing and as he rose up and I saw his face, I knew he had been crying. His chest still moved with the sobs of emotion coming through. His eyes were red and his cheeks were tear-stained. His lips were trembling and he cleared his throat quietly and wiped his eyes in an attempt to regain composure.

I held my breath and rushed up the stairs quietly. I sat on the edge of my bed and felt completely numb. Seeing Harry like that for the first time made me lose all feeling. It was like I had lost ability to function.

An hour and a half went by as I sat on my bed choosing sides between my head and my heart. My head was telling me that it was okay to be sad about upsetting Harry, but I still needed time for myself. If he really understood me, he would know that I needed space. My head was telling me to keep Harry at arm's length until he proved himself to me.

My heart, on the other hand, was telling me something else. My heart said to let Harry in. He had given me so much already. My heart was begging me to give him a chance.

I did what I knew I needed to do. I stood up from my bed and hovered at the top of the stairs nervously. I raked my hand through my hair and took a deep breath. I walked down the stairs on my tiptoes silently.

The light had been turned off and through the dark I could see Harry's frame lying on the sofa. I watched his chest rise and fall slowly in his sleep. I thought about walking back upstairs, but I had resolved to listen to my heart for now.

"Harry?" I said quietly. He stirred slightly, but didn't respond. I worried he was ignoring me. "Harry?"

"Yeah, love?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Do you need something?"

"Yeah, Harry. I need you."

He looked at me inquisitively. "Me?"

"Come to bed with me." I walked over to the sofa and held out my hand. He took it and stood up. I led him up the stairs. He walked right behind me, hand still intertwined with mine. "I'm sorry I'm so hot and cold."

I got in bed and he did the same. My bed was a size smaller than Harry's because of the limited space I had in my room. I could feel him near me. He wasn't touching me, but I could feel him. It was perfect.

"Goodnight, baby," he whispered.

Baby.

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I woke up the next morning with Harry sleeping peacefully beside me. In the soft winter sun peeking through my sheer curtains, I could see a mess of curly brown hair and Harry's parted lips through which quiet puffs of air were escaping. Even when sleeping, he was a sight.

Quietly, I pulled back the duvet and went to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and ran my fingers through my hair to smooth out the bedhead. I walked back into my room and Harry appeared to still be sleeping. I was glad I hadn't disturbed him. I got back in bed.

"Morning, love." His deep, raspy morning voice cracked the silence. "Where did you go?"

"To brush my teeth," I smiled over to him.

"Good idea," he pulled back the duvet and went away into the bathroom. After a few minutes, Harry reemerged. I realized his shirt had gone missing at some point. I smirked at him as he yawned and scratched the back of his neck.