Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 41

"I don't want you to be sympathetic for me, Caroline. I don't want it to make you change how you feel for me. I'm no different than the man you knew before we had came here." he says calmly and keeps staring out the window. It made me cry a little harder but I didn't make a noise. 

"Harry, I'll always love you, okay? Knowing all of that now doesn't make me feel any pity, it makes me realize how much stronger that makes you. It makes you make a little more sense. Don't be mad at me please?" I ask him again and he looks over at me, his eyes still calm but unreadable. "You're crying. You're not convincing me very well." he says and I sigh and wipe my cheek. "You're sister is a good story teller." I say trying to joke it off. 

"I'm not mad, you were gonna find out sooner or later." he mumbles and I join his side, giving him a hard squeeze, with my face buried into his side. "Good. That's one less argument we can live without." I say muffled and he places his hand on my upper arm. "I'm getting better." he says coolly and I lift my head and kiss his cheek since he wasn't looking at me. "Yes, you are." I say and he finally tilts my chin up and carefully parts my lips. Until I started leaning into him and I didn't realize it was the dresser he had been leaning on and the dresser had gave way and moved, leaving us tumbling to the floor. We both knew the loud thud could be heard down below and we both paused a minute before laughing a little. 

"Are you okay?" I ask and he nods, so I climbed over on top of him and bent down to continue kissing him. I cupped the back of his neck to get a deeper kiss until he pushed me up a little to look at me. "And don't ever try to lie to me again." he says and continues to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss, trying not to laugh but found it rather difficult. We were both going after the same thing but both were holding back because of where we were. When he started to kiss me a little more desperately, he ended up letting go and looking at me. "I'm hard as hell right now but his wall's are so hollow." he says through a breath and I let out a laugh. 

He lifts a hand and traces my cheekbone with his thumb, with a very faint smirk. "You know," he says quietly. He had my attention. "I haven't been able to please you since you left. We've been arguing ever since I got here." he says so low and quiet that I had to get closer to hear him. My eyes were intently fixed on him. Now that he's made his point he wants me, I want him back, and now. 

I hum and shift my weight a little forward and he stops my hips from moving with his hand. I could feel him underneath me. "I hope we're done arguing for a while." I answer and he stops me from leaning in to kiss him with his hand. He was doing nothing but teasing me and I knew it by the look in his eyes. "What if-" he begins and traces his thumb over my bottom lip. "You went out for a while," he continues and I frown. Not a very good way to start to the sentence. "And I will go get us a hotel room, hopefully without being mobbed. And I will text you the address." he says and I giggle in amusement. "Why do I have a feeling you're gonna make me wait forever?" I ask and he laughs under his breath. "Because you know me well." he says deviously and I sit up, not realizing my weight went down on him and he hissed through his teeth. "Please don't do that right now." he says and I look down at him and laugh at the expression on his face. 

"Instead of torturing yourself, why don't we just take the car to a parking lot and get it over with there?" I chuckle and he frowns, sitting up. "Cause people follow me, and I don't want people seeing me pounding your ass in a parking lot." he says and I gasp at his use in words, which amused him. "Harry." I scold and he laughs when I get up, but reached up and smacked my rear end. I shot him a look and opened the bedroom door. "You better be on your best behavior otherwise I'll make you wait another night, ass hole." I say to him and he laughs. "You know you like it." he answers and follows me downstairs. Ed was sitting at the table eating and he raised an eyebrow at us. "Did you die or something?" he asks and I look at the floor and cover my laugh. 

"Just about cracked my scull on the back of the dresser, the usual." Harry shrugs and Ed smirks. "Paybacks a bitch." he says and shoves a forkful of waffle into his mouth. Harry huffs and tugs my hip into his side roughly with a smirk. "So what are you going to do for the next 5 or 6 hours?" he asks with a cheeky smirk and I frown. "Not funny. Why would you do that to your own girlfriend?" I ask and he laughs, planting a kiss on my cheek before letting me go. 

"I could wait until 8." he says and I roll my eyes at him. "I should smack you." I say and he laughs. Ed was pretending he wasn't listening until I grabbed the notebook we've been working in and sat down next to him. "I did my part." I say to him and he ended up dripping syrup on the table. Who eats waffels for lunch? 

Harry buried himself in the fridge. "Well, you've been busy." he says muffled through a mouthful of waffle as he read over it. "It's what you wanted isn't it?" I ask him and he nods. "Yeah, this is perfect. We can work on the music later if you have time. Harry seems to be successfully distracting you." he winks and I frown. "Nothing happened up there. Harry fell!" I say and he laughs. "It almost happened." Harry mumbles and I roll my eyes until he stops behind me with his hands on my shoulders. I flipped the book over so he couldn't see it. "You're not allowed to see or hear it." I fire and he huffs. "Why the hell not?" he asks with a frown and I shrug. "You won't let me hear your music, you won't listen to mine." I say simply and he raises an eyebrow. "You're gonna record with Ed?" he asks and I nod. 

"Stop being talented, I just figured out you can dance like a pro, stop springing new stuff at me." he says and I laugh a little. "I'm not the famous singer."