A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the update. I've been super busy, thank you for the reads/votes/comments. I appreciate them. I will try my hardest to update at least every other day. This might be a short chapter and not edited so I apologize. Anyways, I hope you had a great Christmas and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
"Alright, while you think about it, I have to ask you something." I nodded. He continued, "You and I, we've had a good run."
This was it. I semi prepared for this, I know what he's going say, and I know what's going to happen after it. Though I know I was going to be heart broken about it for a long time; starting from now.
"And you know how I feel about this whole relationship thing; nothing great ever comes out from it. You also know I am absolute shit with my words and romance," he stopped, licking his lips, and removing his eyes from mine. He started speaking again, "Teach me."
"Teach me how to love. Like, in those romance novels you have hidden under the mattress." He knew about those?
I was in complete disbelief and excitement. Was he actually serious? He couldn't be. Every girl he's dated, he's always left. Me, of all girls, he should do so to.
"You want me to teach you how to love?" I asked, making sure I herd correctly.
"More specifically; I want you to teach me how to love someone like you." He grabbed my hands, his green eyes now looking into my, also green, eyes. I'm at a lost for words. This could as easily be a joke as it is the truth. He's almost incapable of loving, he told me himself. Miracle happen, I guess.
"A-are you serious?"
"I am," he said.
I pulled him into a kiss, letting it answer for me. His hands made their way around my waist, pulling me closer to him. This moment was perfect.
I woke up hours later, his arm draped over me, light snores escaping his lips. I didn't want to move, and I think my brain was accepting that for once. The only problem with being in his bedroom was there wasn't exactly much in it. He was a firm believer in not having a television in his room. He said "It's a distraction," and I slightly agree with him on that. It could be a distraction in some scenarios, but I assume other times it really wasn't a distraction. The only thing I was left with was the romance books that were removed from under the mattress and the calendar hanging on the back of his door with a naked women holding a candy cane, apparently to represent December.
I sighed and pulled out one of my favourite twisted romance novels, Romeo and Juliet. The two love struck teenagers who killed themselves for one another. It was really twisted how they'd gotten met, married and died all in a span of four days. The things some people do for love is really uncanny. I am not one to judge though; I had moved in with Harry two months prior to this day. Though we were most definitely differently from Juliet and Romeo. Harry and I were not really starstruck lovers, I'm not actually sure what we are. I do suppose I am his girlfriend. Yet there was the fact he wasn't a fan of labelling or hearing one call their significant other their boyfriend or girlfriend. He had stated "We put labels on things to remember what they are. I do not need a label to remember my significant other, and what they meant to me. Does that make sense? "
It never actually did make sense to me, though I nodded my head and said it does. And then he continued and said "If you cared enough about the person you were with you wouldn't forget what they were to you, right?" At that point I only semi understood what he meant. After that he changed the subject of love and it's treacherous ways to a fight he had seen the day before. I stopped paying attention at some point when he was explaining how bad it was.
There was a line in Romeo and Juliet I had always taken a liking to, and it was:
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes.
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet."
For the most I was never sure what it meant. I always did assume that he was trying to say love could be both bitter and sweet, which was true; love was bitter and sweet. You could have one or the other but at a point you will always be needing the other. In a strange way, that thought reminded me of Harry and I, minus the sweet. We were both bitter, but somewhere in the back of my mind that was full of ongoing thoughts, I couldn't help feel that there was some sweetness to us.
Today that thought most definitely made a reevaluation, and was most definitely tasted a bit of sweetness to our bitterness, wether it was him or myself, I wasn't quite sure.
"Romeo and Juliet huh?" His voice was hoarse, his eyes looking at the cover of the book. "That's a terrible romance novel, don't you think?"
"In many cases, probably, but I like it." I felt a tad bit defensive towards Shakespeare's book. I took a glance from the page to look at my worn out adonis who had a hint of tiredness left within him.
I shut the book, placing it on the floor. I moved closer to him, but leaving enough space so I could trace the butterfly tattoo he had. "What do you want to do?"
He took his sweet time to think or pay attention to whatever thought was happening in his head. "Let's go out, to the new bar they just opened up twenty minutes from here."
I agreed, though somewhere inside my head one of my many thoughts, I was hoping for a night in with him. Spend a little more intimate moments with him. We can't always get what we're hoping for though.