[harry's pov]
I dared to keep my eyes on her; it felt alien almost. But so right at the same time. She looked a little puzzled at first, but then - for a short moment I swear I could see something golden glow around her. She grinned at me so widely and suddenly fully awake - pulled herself up so she was seated next to me indian style on the mattress with the duvet wrapped around her legs. Soft giggles were escaping her lips, as her eyes kept wandering from my lips to my eyes. I watched with fascination as she tilted her head slightly, bit her lip in a try to hold the smile back, "can you pretend like the next three minutes never existed?" She narrowed her eyes at me and I looked at her confused, "I guess?"
"Great!" She stumbled to her feet with laughter coming from her, as she pulled me up with her. Her petite hand around my my wrist; though I could easily have held her back if I had wanted to. I couldn't stop smiling as she walked backwards while pulling me with her; she had abandoned the duvet at the mattress and was only in the oversized t-shirt. What was she doing?
My eyes ran over her bare legs, as she turned and pushed the door open to the bathroom. I followed her without thought to it, as she flickered the light on and looked over at me very seriously.
I didn't really dare to say anything. For now I just wanted to wait and see what she had in mind. I just innerly hoped it didn't include trying to ... to I don't know... get ... get rid of me or something. I glanced at her in the reflection of the mirror trying to hide my worries; trying to send her a smile. Instead she escaped my eyes and I watched her as she quickly grabbed our two toothbrushes.
Somewhat relief and still very confused she motioned for me to take the one which was mine, "what are you do-"
She hushed at me and placed her index finger at my lips, "I really, really want to kiss you."
I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks as she stared bluntly up at me, still standing with her toothbrush in one hand like it was some weapon. She softly kept her index finger on my closed lips. I felt like melting at the spot; if she knew how badly I wanted to -
"But," she stated making my mind go silently. But. As her smile grew slowly wider she held up the toothbrush for me to see, while her cheeks started getting that rosy color I loved more than anything.
"So don't say a word, okay? And don't laugh!" She continued and as I couldn't stop smiling against her index finger on my lips, as I realized what she wanted me - us - to do. A deep chuckle escaped me. Both from deep relief and deep amusement over how amazing she was.
"Mint gum wouldn't do it?" I managed to ask trying to keep a straight face as she with that crooked smile reached for the toothpaste fixing both her own and my toothbrush.
"Oh shut up! Just please -" she laughed and hit me playfully before she quickly started brushing her teeth. As I copied her motion and started brushing my teeth too - for her, if Louis ever got to hear about this ... Anyway I couldn't stop chuckling as I watched her; she was doing it as speedily as she possibly could. How she kept tapping her fingers against the sink and how she was basically tripping on the spot as if she was extremely late for something. Meanwhile she tried not to smile over the fact that I just kept staring fascinated at her; I couldn't even continue because I kept laughing, which made her laugh.
"Oh fuck this," she mumbled in between the chuckles and ... brushing her teeth. It was hard enough to laugh right now as it was. She turned on the tap and finished while I waited for her with my toothbrush still in one side of my mouth while I tried not to laugh too hard. Her entire body was shivering with laughter while she leaned in over the sink, which made it unbearable for me to take it any longer.
I softly pushed her aside and spat in the sink, while she was laughing into a towel.
"You're disgusting you know that?" She chuckled into the towel in between laughs, which only made me almost choke on the water I was trying to rinse my mouth with.
"You weren't much better yourself," I fired back with a beam, as I straightened my back. But her lips were already right there finding mine, making me drop my toothbrush in the sink, and as on reflex my arms were already around her; catching her as she jumped up and tangled her legs around my body. She was so easy to carry and she cupped my face as I deepened the kiss. Feeling how perfectly her lips fitted next to mine; how she was pressed against my bare heated chest
"I love you," I stated again breathlessly - more bravely this time. Nothing was going to harm her. No one. I felt dizzy with everything she was; her minty tongue and warm lips and fingertips grasping my hair softly. It felt like waves rolling in over me; her scent, her warmth, her body, and soul and the way she moved.
[amber's pov]
I felt the cold wall against my back, but didn't care about it - not when Harry's warm lips were tenderly finding their way over my jaw and down my neck, as he pressed himself closer to me. All I could focus on was him; his warm body and the chaotic hair and craving lips. How he suddenly didn't seem able to stop telling me he loved me; with each time he grew more confident and somewhat even more heartfelt.
The look of his green eyes which seemed almost drunk or maybe high from affection as I whispered I loved him too would probably never leave me. The memory of him; his scent and touch and his somehow fragile but still insanely strong mind and heart would never be able to leave me again. I knew that far too well. Would it be cliché to say the pressure he had been under had made him into a diamond? Probably, but it felt so true still.
"Amber?" He hummed lifting his head from having kissed my neck. He looked at me, while he used the wall to support my back. My arms were loosely around his neck. I let a hand through his messy morning hair sweeping it back for him, since his strong arms were carrying me at the moment - easily it seemed. "Yeah?"
His eyes seemed so full of light and emotion ,that my heart couldn't help beating even harder as his lips formed his words. They sounded faint and nothing like his past 'I love you's'.
"Thank you for not..." he hesitated for a moment, "for not giving up on me. Just yet at least."
"I couldn't even if I tried," I pulled him closer to me and buried my head at the curve of his neck, while he held me tighter. I could feel his hot breathing going through the fabric of my shirt at my shoulder while he hugged me back. We were so entwined that I could easily feel his heartbeat against me.
We stayed for a little while in silence before I acknowledged that all perfect moments had to end at some point. Harry let me jump down and steadied me carefully while I pulled my t-shirt down over my thighs again, "you need to call Theo, you know." I sent him a careful smile before he pulled me into his bare chest again and rested his head on mine, "I know."
"Oh okay wow - slow down. I have been missing out on a lot, eh?"
I grinned over at the blonde boy, as we made our way down the rows of old vinyls in the vintage record shop. Occasionally I pulled one up and took a look at the cover, which most often was fainted and looked like something from the 60's or sometimes the 80's.
Niall just kept staring at me I could feel, so I looked up at him again, "I guess you have actually yeah - but things always go so much faster when you're having fun, right?" I giggled as he rolled his eyes at me with a crooked smile still in place. Faintly a song from 'Journey' was playing in the room, while the dust flew up everytime someone picked up a record.
"But - but it's like - it's like one and a half week since I last saw you! How - how the fuck -" an old man standing with a black and white vintage Ray Charles record in his hands looked judgeful at Niall after his rather loud outburst. The violet neon sign in the shop window buzzed lazily on though - it seemed like it had been there for 20 years.
"Sorry," the blonde guy murmured and looked over at me with flushed cheeks and an embarrassed smile, "explain please, yeah?" I couldn't stop chuckling as his blue eyes begged me for an explanation as to how the guitarist of one of his favorite bands had suddenly become his upstair neighbor's boyfriend.
"I know, I know. It's been going crazily fast and everything - " It felt strange talking about it this way. Like a fairytale which could never be real; that no one besides Harry and I could ever know to be true.
"But yeah - it just happened. And I ... I love him," my voice came out softer than I had intended it to. My eyes were nailed at Niall who looked surprised but happy - genuinely happy for me. I had been chatting with him over the phone a few times when taking the bus home from classes, but it wasn't till today - Thursday - that we had finally managed to arrange something. Harry was at work anyhow - and I had missed Niall's company. There was something very bubbly happy about him that I really liked.
"Well - it's not the worst guy to fall in love with. Even my girlfriend keeps babbling about him and Louis with her friends!" He beamed at me with amusement shining from him, "so maybe it's a good thing he's taken now eh? Hopefully they won't run off with each other!" He laughed softly and I joined in, while I rolled my eyes at him.
I couldn't quite wrap my mind around the situation; the idea that Harry could meet someone else. Or that - of course a relationship didn't mean 'forever' every time. It just seemed so far from what we had; that the mere idea seemed so foolish to me. But at the same time - everything had happened so extremely fast. Could you really get to know someone in the span of barely a month? We really were crazy. But so were people in love, right?
"Oh yeah and I got a job at Chicago Tribune," Niall mumbled like it didn't mean a thing, as he focused on a certain vinyl record he had found. He was pretending to read the description on the back.
"What - no way!" I stared at him in shock - the newspaper? This was huge! "Why didn't you tell me! Wow congratulations - this is amazing, Horan!"
His blue eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked up at me - not able to keep the straight face any longer, "yeah I mean - " he shrugged, but his smile told me how thrilled he was, "I just got the call this morning actually. It's not the best occupation they ahve of course - but most of the really brilliant journalists started like this; climbing their way up. So of course it's pretty amazing - yeah."
The pride and happiness was radiating from him, "holy fuck! Niall! This is absolutely incredible - we have to celebrate this - you know that right?" He laughed at my reaction, as the elderly man this time hushed at me, which practically made me jump of embarrassment, "oh shit. I'm sorry sir."
At the same time my phone suddenly started ringing with the noticeable - and quite horrible - ringtone, which only made the old man stare even more and made Niall titter like some damn schoolgirl. "Oh fuck," I grabbed it from my pocket and fumbled with the buttons, while whispering to Niall 'I'll be right back'. He just waved me off with a grin, as I rushed out the store and into the freezing city air, as quickly as I could before the elderly man would throw us out for good.
"This is Amber?" As I let my eyes glide over the street something caught my attention on the other side; a guy walking into the coffee shop on the other side of the street - he was almost running. There was something familiar about him, which made me frown and momentarily forget to pay attention to the speaker, as taxis were rushing by in between us like the yellow bloodstream of Chicago.
"Sorry - could you repeat that?" I stated as my eyes eagerly followed the guy in the coffee shop on the other side of the street, who had been in such a hurry.
"It's Harry - are you okay? You sound a little distracted, I can call back later if - " I took a few steps away from the record store and into the street to get a better view to the coffee shop and the guy in there, "I'm fine - I just ..."
I narrowed my eyes and sure - the guy in the shop turned to watch out through the window, clearly searching for something - and he seemed way too familiar, as his icy blue eyes found mine. The black eye was slightly fainted but still brutal proof of what Harry had done to him only this weekend.
"Amber?" Harry's voice called me through the phone with slight panic, as I gasped at the sight and with horror in my voice bluntly stated, "it's Peter."
"What!" His bellow echoed through the line, as I stared in shock. "Amber - Amber listen to me. Get away from him. Has he seen you? Get away from him! Where are you? I'll fucking beat the - " but for some strange reason my anger towards everyone who could make Harry sound so panicked and out of control just boiled over. With ice in my veins I stared over at the coffee shop; my feet started moving, even though Harry kept begging me to stay away. His voice grew louder and louder.
I really were crazy. Crazy enough to try and protect someone I loved, even though it was probably the most stupid idea.
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a/n: waah surprise update! ha :D Actually I have my final exam tomorrow/tuesday .. it's like a 24 hours preparation thingy - but yeah... ended up writing this instead ha :D Hope you'll like it wuuh! ^^ And loads of air hugs to all of you for being so awesome and sweet *hug*