Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 61

My body is aching intensely. Though I slept comfortably in Harry's arms last night, my body is in pain. Despite the pain, I feel amazing. Last night was indescribable and I've never felt that way before or even been so close to someone like I was with him. He was careful with me; careful but dominate. But I saw his vulnerable side, his soft yet weak parts I thought never existed. I witnessed his most utmost pleasures I was sure I wouldn't be able to cause. It didn't strike me as possible that I could get any closer than I actually was with him, but I did. I felt like, for the first time, we became one.

I woke up on the king sized bed cuddled warmly underneath the blanket on my side. The room smells like Harry which makes a small smile form on my face. I reach my hand out to touch him, but it fell through the air and hit the bed. I open my eyes and lift my head to see his side empty and the smile I created disappeared. The sheets were cold so he must have left a while ago. I wonder where though. I roll on my back and pull my arms out from under the blanket and lie them beside me. I can still feel him on me; his touch and kisses still linger on my numb skin and the more I envision his touch, the more real they become.

I'm interrupted from my thoughts when I hear the front door open. I sit up holding the blanket against myself and hear footsteps against the tile floor. My body aches with every move I make and I'm trying to brush it off. Than it stops. I hear bags crumbling and a paper bag open so I sit up on my knees, still holding the blanket against me to cover my nude body, and wait for the door to open.

"Harry?" I call out and all noises cease. That is Harry, right? "Harry?" I call out again and hear the foot steps again come closer.

The nob of the door turns and it's pushed open, "good morning, babe." Harry smiles walking through the door wearing his normal attire. Did he go home?

"Hi." I beam. I'm so happy to see him I could just jump on my him if I weren't in such pain. My body relaxes and I cross my legs on the bed as he strides over to me. He crawls on beside me and lies down and pulls me down with him. He smells so good and his hair smells like green apples.

"I've missed you." he joins me underneath the blanket and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I intertwine my legs with his and he kisses me.

"I've missed you too. Are your boots still on?" I tilt my head to look at his feet and he smiles.

"Yeah, so what?" it bothers me like crazy when there's shoes on the bed but I don't want to be a pest.

"Nothing," I laugh, "where'd you go?" my fingers twirl his soft and newly washed curls as he rubs my cheek with the back of his index and kisses me before he responds.

"I got breakfast." he tells me looking into my eyes.

He looks so beautiful and happy; I love him so much.

"How are you feeling?" he softy asks lifting strands of hair away from my face.

"Aside from the pain, I feel great." I smile and his brows pull together.

"Pain? Where?"

"Everywhere." I laugh but he remains worried, "it's okay." I say to ease his concern, "I feel amazing." his features relax and the ends of his lips lift in a half smile. His body is somewhat cold, I'm guessing from the weather but his smile is warm. I've seen Harry happy before, I've seen him at his happiest but never like this. It's different, different but unblemished.

He moves himself from me and lies on his side, sitting up on his elbow as he presses the side of his head against his palm to support him. I turn on my back but turn my neck so that I'm facing him and his injured hand cups my face. His warm yet soft thumb slowly traces over my lips as his long lashes beat up and down.