Always You

77. Harry Returns

Last night when I went to bed, I did not imagine to wake up the next morning with Harry beside me. I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not envisioning him being here. Just to be sure, I touch his arm, but not too hard because I don't want to wake him.

His eyelashes flutter softly before stilling as his eyes remain close. He is really here. I lay on my side and rest my head on my hand as my elbow is on the mattress. I want to cuddle into him and hold him super tight but I imagine how exhausted he would be.

So instead of waking him, I stare at him like a real creepy. This is very odd, staring at someone so intently but Harry is so beautiful, even when he sleeps. I could just stare at this man forever and not get tired of it.

"I can feel you staring at me" he says raspily. He clears his throat and licks his lips. His eyes remain closed. "Stalker."

I sit up and dive onto him, wrapping my arms around him and laying on top of him. I plant kisses all over his face. Harry laughs and fights the urge of opening his eyes, but eventually gives in. His beautiful emerald eyes stare into mine.

"I missed you."

"You did? I couldn't tell."

I roll my eyes and he smirks up at me. Harry places his hands on my butt and moves his head into a more comfortable position to where he can look up at me.

"How was it?"

"Really good. Seeing people react to our album and give us positive feedback has been so refreshing. It means that all that hard work we put into the album is meaningful. Knowing that our album has made a positive effect on one person, let alone hundreds of thousands is incredible. So we are all very pleased. I do need a good sleep and a big meal though. I felt a little under the weather."

"I'm glad to hear you had a great time and the feedback to your album is brilliant. But you poor thing, I hope you start to feel better now that you're back. Perhaps you're a little run down."

Harry nods. "I think so."

"I thought you weren't arriving until the late afternoon?"

"I was supposed to but I got on an earlier flight. I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you. You were in such a deep sleep that you didn't even move a muscle when I came in."

As if on cue, I let out a yawn but I cover my mouth and turn my head away because morning breath is awful and I do not want to exhale right onto Harry's face.

"I was exhausted. Yesterday morning I got up early and went for a jog in the park. Let me tell you, the weather conditions were shocking so my jog ended early and I ended up coming back and doing a home workout on this very floor." I point to the carpet beside us. "Then I made breakfast for everybody. Anne trusts me enough to use the kitchen now."

Harry laughs. "It took me eighteen years for her to trust me enough. To be honest, she still probably doesn't trust me and needs to supervise me at all times."

I smile. "Anne is very protective of her kitchen. Especially the new stove."

"What else did you get up to?"

"Gemma and I went to the mall, then out for lunch. We also took a trip to Brighton and went to the beach. I forgot that you guys have rocks instead of sand. It's crazy how different beaches are in different countries."