I sat in bed all night, watching him sleep peacefully. He was absolutely stunning, hair fanned over his soft face, stubble scattering over his soft cheeks and neck. His mouth was slightly parted, air being sucked in and blown out smoothly and quietly. His face would twitch sometimes, and he would sometimes mumble something inaudible. His bare chest was the only thing showing, all of his tattoos painted across his tan skin in an intricate manner. He was a work of art.
I couldn't help staring at him all night, and it was soon 6am and I still hadn't slept. I couldn't stop thinking about how he felt, his smooth skin and his velvet lips. I couldn't stop thinking about how gentle he had been - every touch gliding down my stomach slowly and softly. Every movement was so gentle, it had me practically begging for more.
He stirred in his sleep slightly after I had gotten up, grabbing at the empty space in the bed. I watched him for a moment, shaking my head before putting on his t-shirt and walking to the bathroom. I had to be at the doctor today for another check up. It was agonizing.
After I got my shower, I got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a large tee. One of Harry's, I might add.
"Where you going?" he asks, suddenly appearing in the door frame.
"Just gonna go grocery shopping, no biggie." I answer quickly, looking at him with a small smile on my face. I felt terrible for lying, but I didn't want to worry him.
"Alright..." he says, still sounding quite concerned. "I'll see you soon, then."
"I'll see you soon." I confirm, walking out of the house and getting in the car.
I pulled up to the rather familiar doctors office, a very popular one here. I hesitantly got out of the car, flattening down my dress and walking inside.
I sign in with the receptionist, sitting down in the waiting room. Around me were a few young women, a young man across from me, an old couple, and children. Magazines were scattered over one of the tables in the center of the room, most of them child friendly.
I sat for nearly twenty minutes before they called me back. I followed the nurse to a small room in the back of the hall, sitting down on the exam bed.
"How are you feeling, Ms. Carter?" the lady asks me, checking my blood pressure and the sorts.
"I'm feeling fine, I suppose." I shrug. I didn't really feel sick, my breathing had been slightly better. So I guess it was really just asthma, nothing to worry about.
"The doctor will be with you in a moment, don't worry." she smiles kindly, walking out of the room.
I observed my surroundings, posters of the human anatomy plastered on every wall. Cotton balls, Popsicle sticks, stethoscopes. It was stocked with Doctor supplies. There were a few colorings on the wall, assumably done by children.
I waited patiently for Dr. Arnold, swinging my legs back and forth. He finally appears in the doorway, smiling cheerfully at me.
"Good morning, Ms. Carter." he exclaims.
"Good morning." I return half-heartedly.
He looks at me with pouty eyes, getting my charts off of the counter.
"Just a checkup, but we're going to run an MRI." he tells me, closing the charts. "They stuck you with an intern so I wanna make sure everything is running smoothly." he says. "We're also going to take a blood test, and you'll get that back in a few weeks."
"Okay."
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After my doctors appointment, I made a quick run to the store to grab a few things. I didn't want Harry to catch on to my fibbing; it would make me look bad.
I walked in, surprised to see that Harry had cooked lunch. He grilled hamburgers and make homemade French fries.
"Wow, didn't know we had a chef in the house." I comment, setting the bags down on the table and hanging up my keys.
"Well now ya know." he winks, setting the plates down.
I take a seat, taking a huge bite out of the burger. I receive a laugh from him, he always found it amusing when I ate. I wasn't very lady like.
"How can you fit so much in such a small mouth?"
"Is that an insult?" I gasp, mouth half full.
"Only if you want it to be." he says, covering my mouth with his hand.
"Okay, rude." I laugh, eating my fries.
"Not rude." he winks. "Just honest."
"You're not helping your situation, sir!"
"Wasn't trying to."
"Well maybe you should be." I retort, pushing at his arm.
"But I won't." he smirks, rubbing his arm as if I had hurt him.
"You're an ass." I roll my eyes, finishing my burger.
"Your favorite ass." he winks, taking his plate to the sink.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I say, standing up and following him to the sink.
He plants a soft kiss on my cheek, rinsing off his plate and bumping my hip with his.
"Do you wanna go ice skating?" he suddenly asks, looking down at me. I raise an eyebrow, looking at him. He pops a smile, looking at me.
"You know I can't skate, Harry." I answer, leaning against the counter.
"You can hold my hand, though."
"You have a point." I groan, rolling my head back.
"So is that a yes?" he says cockily, facing me.
"Do I have any other option?"
"Not really. Let's go!"
I rinse off my plate, going upstairs to the bedroom and grabbing warm clothes. He always had me trying new things, and I couldn't complain because I always ended up having fun anyways.
I head down to the car, getting in and buckling in. He's bundled up in a big jacket and a plaid scarf.
"You warm enough?" I ask, laughing at him.
"Hey, at least I won't get sick. I don't know about you." he answers, looking me up and down.
"Oh, you got me." I pout, looking out the window.
We pull up at the ice rink, parking near the entrance. He helps me out of the car, leaving a soft kiss on my forehead and grabbing his ice skates from the trunk.
"If you start falling, don't pull me down."
"I'll be holding onto you with my death grip, don't worry." I wink, catching up to him and taking his hand in mine.
"Sounds good." He pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and kissing the top of my head.
"Two." he tells the woman taking the money, most likely in her mid thirties. He hands me my skates, sitting down on the bench near the ice.
I take a seat beside him, strapping the skates onto my small feet and struggling to stand up. Each attempt resulted in the same struggle: falling back on my butt. He not only laughed at me, but took pictures. I flick him off.
"Cmon." he finally says, offering me his hand. I take it firmly, standing from the bench and wobbling around.
"How do you do this?" I ask, falling into him as he catches me.
"Jeez, already falling." he teases, helping me up straight again. "It's not that hard once you get used to it."
I roll my eyes, holding onto his hand securely and following him onto the ice.
"Wouldn't it be tragic if I were to accidentally break my ankle and not be able to do this?" I joke, following behind him slowly. He turns back to me, scoffing.
"Go ahead, I'm not gonna call the ambulance."
"Wow, I feel the love." I pout, holding his hand tighter as I feel myself slipping.
He glances back at me, a small smile on his face before he scares the life out of me. He twirls me around him, gripping onto both of my hands. He catches me, smiling at me.
"Harry what the hell?!" I exclaim, gripping to his torso tightly. He only laughs, again, holding me to him.
"That was funny, you have to admit." he states, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
"You can trust me, Ana."