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I know that it's been too long, but now I'm back so it won't take me that long to update! Anyway here's the 10th chapter which is basically the continuation of the previous one. Sorry about the errors.
Also I wanted to thank you all for reading my story. In all honesty I wasn't expecting to reach 200 reads, so 750 is kind of a big deal for me, for most of you 750 reads is like nothing but for me it's a lot so thaaaaaaaaaaaaank you. *hugs all of you*
I love you all!
I looked out of the window and noticed that the car has stopped. The ride was silent, none of us have spoken a word.
Harry stepped out of the car and opened the door for me. Ignoring his hand, that was offered to help me get out of the car, I got out by myself.
He slammed the door shut and his large hand engulfed mine, out fingers interviewing. He led me to a building, opening the door I hesitantly stepped in.
I slipped out of my shoes and flinched when I felt his hands on my shoulders; he felt it and I heard him sigh letting go.
“This is my flat.” He said and I nodded.
He guided me to the kitchen and poured me a glass of water that I asked for. The cold liquid hit my throat, wetting it. I put the glass back on the counter and heard Harry approaching me from behind, but I didn’t move.
His breath hit the back of my head, sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, his arms wrapped themselves around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
I sighed and turned around in his arms. His eyes held a hint of sadness, regret maybe. Regret for snapping at me.
I wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my forehead on his chest. He planted a kiss to the top of my head making me look up at him. I felt myself getting lost in his green orbs before his voice woke me.
“Kiss me.” He said quietly.
I slowly leaned in, closing my eyes as his soft lips touched my own. The kiss was sweet and slow at first until Harry deepened it, licking my bottom lip. Our tongues fought for dominance, Harry’s winning. He pushed me back a little until my back hit the counter, his body being firmly pressed against mine. I shocked and slightly embarrassed when a moan escaped my lips. I tugged on his curls that were between my fingers only to hear him growl into my mouth. His teeth tenderly bit on my bottom lip as I felt him grabbing the back of my thighs pushing me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
His lips left mine to move down to my neck, I gasped as his teeth gazed my skin.
“Harry” I moaned but quickly bit my lip to prevent myself from moaning again.
“Say my name again.” He growled against my skin and started sucking on it.
“H-Harry.” I suttered.
He planted a couple more kisses on my skin and I pulled his head back up before planting a soft kiss on his lips.
“I like when you same my name” He whispered against my lips, pecking them one more time.
I could spend the rest of my life with his lips on mine.
“I like it when you kiss my neck”
I giggled as he nuzzled his head into my neck, his hair tickling my skin.
My legs were still around his waist when he walked in the living room, carefully placing me on the couch.
“I’ll make us some tea.” He said walking back to the kitchen.
I looked around, taking in my surroundings, the place was pretty clean. A big stand full of books and CD’s was covering one of the walls. My curiosity took best of me and I walked up to it, running my hand over the CD’s I took out the Imagine Dragons album. Flipping it around I scanned the list of the songs and soon found myself quietly singing Demons.
“When the days are cold and the
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold”
I didn’t notice my voice raising a little.
“When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale”
I stopped when I heard a sound. When I turned around I saw Harry standing in the doorframe holding two mugs.
“That was amazing.” He said and placed the mugs on the coffee table in front of the couch.
I couldn’t help but smile shyly. My cheeks were probably a shade darker so I turned around, putting the CD back.
I sat down on the couch, sipping on my delicious tea.
“Come here.” I heard him say. I moved closer to him and he placed me between his legs, my back resting on his chest.
“Sing for me.” He mumbles into my hair.
I hummed thinking of a song when one came to my mind.
“When you fall asleep.” I started quietly.
“With your head upon my shoulder
When you’re in my arms
But you’ve gone somewhere deeper.”
I closed my eyes, enjoying the song and the feeling of Harry’s fingertips stroking trough my hair.
“Are you going to age with grace?
Are going to age without mistakes?
Are you going to age with grace?
Or only to wake and hide your face?
Well oh oblivion is calling out your name
You always take it further than I ever can.”
I stopped and opened my eyes, Harry didn’t stop stroking my hair though.
“I love your voice.” He spoke quietly.
I turned around in his arms to look at him. “Thank you” I smiled.
It was such a peaceful moment, in Harry’s arms with a cup of hot tea. I would stay like this for god knows how long if I could.
The movie had ended and I noticed that it was already dark outside.
“I should go home, it’s getting late” I said straightening myself from leaning on Harry.
“Stay tonight.” He said, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me back into him.
Even the thought of spending the night with him made me nervous but knew that I couldn’t.
“I can’t.” I said, sitting up and facing him. “Another time.”
He seemed to understand that I really couldn’t stay and accepted it instead of being stubborn.
“Alright.” He sighed. “I’ll take you home.”
As I was putting on my shoes Harry appeared with two hoodies.
“Here, put this on. It’s already cold outside.” He handed me a navy blue hoodie and I put it on over my t-shirt, inhaling his scent.
´”Thanks” I smiled at him and he smiled back.
We walked outside and headed to his car. The darkness and the cold weather made me want to grab Harry’s hand, to feel his touch.
I tugged on his arm, making him get his hand out of the pocket and interviewed our fingers, feeling his warmth on my cold skin.
We drove in a comfortable silence. I was looking out of the window, humming along the song that was playing and didn’t even notice how I fell asleep.
I felt something soft hit my back and move a little. My eyes shot open when I understood that it wasn’t Harry’s car seat.
I looked around realizing that I was in my room. My eyes widened when I saw the beautiful male sitting next to me on my bed, watching me.
“What are-“ I sat up trying to understand what was going on.
“I didn’t want to wake you up, so I carried you here babe.” He answered, rather calmly, before I could even finish the question.
“And my parents-“
“They were really nice, and agreed that it would be better not to wake you up.” He explained.´
I was quite terrified to even think of my dad’s face when he saw Harry holding my sleeping body.
“They were?” I asked curiously, trying to get more details.
Suddenly the door flung open to reveal the smiling face of my mother.
“Honey, you’re awake!” She said happily.
I smiled back nervously. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with being in my room with Harry and my mom, it was at least awkward. But it seemed like both of them were perfectly comfortable with it.
“Thank you Harry, for carrying her. It was really sweet of you.” She said smiling at Harry.
“Nothing to thank me for, Mrs. Mota” He said politely.
“I told you to call me Maria” She corrected him sweetly, and she chuckled nodding.
Since when do they act all friendly.
“I’ll be downstairs.” She said walking up to me and kissing my forehead before leaving.
“So you’re best friends now?” I asked Harry raising my eyebrow.
“Sort of” He joked. “Your parents seem to like me.” He said proudly.
“That’s good.” I mumbled.
Honestly I wasn’t expecting them to like Harry, because of his looks. I presumed that the whole bad boy image would scare them off.
“It’s late, go to sleep love.” He said wrapping his arms around me in a hug.
“I wish you could stay.” I whispered, but my voice was too quiet for him to hear.
“I’ll see you soon baby.” He said kissing my lips.
Usually those words would sound more like a question, like he wasn’t sure if I wanted to see him again or something. But this time it was a statement.
“I’ll see you soon” I answered like always.
Blowing him a kiss he smiled and left the room.
I had the urge to go after him, to bring him back to my room and let him stay. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to kiss me. I wanted him near me.
For some reason, it felt like he was leaving for good, never coming back. Even though that I knew I would see him the next day.
I was never a possessive or overprotective person, but letting him go, not having him near me felt so wrong, and he wasn’t even mine.
What is he doing to me?