Isn't She Lovely? (1D Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Seven

      I felt warm. Like really warm. The last thing I remember was my night out with Harry and it all seems to be downhill from there. His lips on mine; best feeling in the world. Oh how I have missed him. Every inch of him. Now I understand why it is so hard for people with relatives and lovers in the military; it's emotionally draining.

      All this pain I have gone through for about a year; it's practically killed me. Even though Niall has been a very great help, I just can't bring myself to love him. What am I even doing? How can I be with Harry and act like I'm with Niall? That's not fair to either of the boys. I am practically begging a death wish. Can the bed just swallow me up so I can get over this pain?

      I let go of my reverie and glance over my shoulder and notice Harry has one arm draped securely around me and one of his legs in between mine. No wonder it's so hot. I try not to wake him as I wiggle out of his grasp. Once freed, I lay on my side using the sheet to cover me up and stare deeply at his features. He looks so happy to be home, I smile inside and plant a tender kiss on his cheek and brush his short curls back.

       His nose scrunches and soon his eyes pop wide open as if in panic. He lets out a deep sigh of relief and runs a soothing hand through his hair. I watch intensively as he stretched. Before I know it he grabs my waist and pulls me into him holding me tightly. I lean into his grasp and nuzzle into his chest. Oh how he smells of delicious sweets. 

       "I thought you were gone," He whispered into my hair as he kissed it. I hugged him tighter and my heart was in my throat.

       "I would never leave you, Harry. Never." I squeezed him tighter as I tried to recollect what would make him think I wasn't here. 

         "You have no idea how worried I was!" He sighed again and then he changed angles and was laying me on top of him as we snuggled.

         "How could you be worried? You were sleeping, goofball." I tried to lighten the now tense mood. My stomach got a weird feeling that I didn't like. I brought his lips to mine before he could say another word, "Stop worrying. This is your two weeks off. That's all we have Harry. Can we please make it memorable? I don't exactly want to sit here drowning in my own depression over how you're leaving me again. I just can't," I croaked and held back the lump in my throat. 

         Why did he have to leave again? Why? Couldn't this be the last thing he had to do and just be home full time? I can't tell how unhappy he is by doing this but he knows it's a good thing to do at the same time.

        "Why do I have to love you so much?" The tears pricked my eyes as I wiped them into his shoulder and let out a sigh to release the tension from my lump. Harry's arms held me tighter as I clutched my fingers around him trying to keep calm. 

        I heard a faint knock on the door, and got up to get my robe on. Harry smirked my way and I glared at him jokingly. Is he really thinking about this right now? I laugh quietly. When I open the door, Niall is there with Darcy grabbing a handful of his blond hair. 

       "Good morning fellows!" Niall chimed in and smiled wide as he handed my daughter over to me. 

        "Good morning, Niall." Darcy grabbed hold off me and her tiny fingers started digging into my skin. Someone missed mummy. I pulled her back and stared into her deep green eyes, "Why hello there beautiful! Are you being a butthole to uncle Niall?" I asked and she looked at me wondering what the hell I just said. Harry was at my side caressing Darcy's face. It was a precious moment; to be a family. 

        "Actually she was real quiet. I called in some breakfast. I knew you weren't up to cook and neither am I. I figured Harry could chill out and relax since he's back." Niall smirked towards him and headed to down the stairs. 

         Harry's warm morning breath was at my ear, "Wanna shower with me?" His voice rang seductively in my ear. I bot my bottom lip.

         "I would, but I kind of have an armful," I kissed Darcy's cheek as she went into a fit of giggles.

         "Fine, I'll see you downstairs." He kissed my lips sweetly and disappeared into the bathroom. Oh, Harry. 

           After breakfast, Niall and I cleaned up the kitchen while Harry got some daddy-daughter time with Darcy, "Isn't that just the cutest thing?" I nudged Niall as Harry swooped Darcy up and down in his arms. 

          "Oh my gosh maybe we should Kodak this moment, Tay!" Niall jumped up and down sarcastically making me laugh. "Do you need me again tonight?" Niall asked after a silence grew over us.

           I took a moment to think about it, "Maybe. But that's something you have to take up with Harry."

           Turns out we did need Niall again. I felt so bad that we were just dumping him with our responsibilities. He knwos how much this visit means to me though and he is such a great help. I love Niall, I really do. But is it the way I want it to be?

           I snap out of my thoughts as we pull up to the next hole in golf, "Why did we even bother? You know I suck at this," I laughed as I took a swing and missed the ball. Again.

            Harry snaked his arms around me and held the club; moving my hands with his. His front was to my back and I could almost feel every crevice in his god-like sculpted body, "You need to relax and keep your shoulders aligned." He instructed. Then he swung for me and the ball went sky high off into the playing field. 

            "There's a reason why we're here just stay calm okay?" Harry reassured as he took his swing before packing up and heading to the cart.

             Did I mention how hot Harry looks in golf gear? He's so passionate about it, when did this happen? I don't know but thank the Lord it did. I smile as I gaze his body up and down. His curls were hidden by his black baseball cap and he was wearing a black and white polo. Mmmm, Harry in polo's is something I could get used to. He wore loose fitting black sports pants and he had professional golfing shoes as well. He had one glove on his hand and I just admire it. How can a man make hands look so attractive? I just don't get it.

            Harry noticed me looking and smiled before inching closer, "Liking the view?"

            "Always have, Styles." I kissed him and tugged on his bottom lip. 

            He moaned into the kiss before drawing back, "Not fair, Taylor. Not here." I felt a growing bulge against my thigh and I smiled proudly before walking away; leaving him to recollect himself. How did he hide it so well? 

           "Come on, I have something to show you." He started the golf cart and headed to the next hole.