Summer Break
Him.
I snuck into Harry’s room around 5:30, still in my jammies. I spoke to the lady at the front desk who had seen me with Harry and she willingly gave me a key, even though she wasn’t really supposed too. I guess I could have gone and talked to the body guard Harry has here, but that would have been too easy. I shut the door quietly and tiptoed through the kitchen and the living room towards his room. The door was open and he was wrapped up in his white duvet, almost in fetal position… there’s no better way to describe it. I walked over to the side of the Harry wasn’t on and slowly stood up, trying not to wake him. Then as soon as I gained my balance I jumped up and down on the bed.
“HARRY! Wakey, Wakey!” I jumped harder until he rolled over and looked at with his eyes half open. I plopped down on the bed facing him.
“Why are you awake?” he asked me groggily, peaking at me through his still half closed eyes.
I shrugged, “I couldn’t sleep.” After our little anniversary date, we got in late, around 2:30 and I didn’t even fall asleep until 3, then I just kept waking up, thinking. Wow, me thinking? It’s really no surprise right?
Harry inhaled deeply. “Come here,” he moved his blankets up for me to get under. I did and he quickly put them down and put his arms around me, cuddling me into his chest then kissing my head. “Are you all right?” he asked rubbing my back.
“Mhm.” I hummed into his bare chest.
“Wait, do you not have a bra on?” he asked.
“Harry, why would I wear a bra to bed? Those things are not comfortable.”
“This sleep just got that much better.” I could hear him smile.
“Shut up.”
He giggle, then was quiet for a while. This never happened before. I hadn’t gone to his room early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep. I usually just sat on my patio to write about what I was feeling, what I wasn’t feeling. We’d never slept together… I mean that in both ways. I’d never done this with anyone, been so close to someone, so comfortable around someone. Granted I am close with Ashley and she knows everything about me, but I mean with a guy. I trusted him, he was more than just a pretty face and nice body, and he treated me like more than that. He understood me, he challenged me, and he made me feel giddy. Every time I was near him I had butterflies, every time he talked I blushed, and no matter how crazy or annoying I got, he just laughed and told me that was one of the reasons he liked me so much.
“Annabelle,” he whispered. I didn’t know he was still awake.
“Yes, Harry?”
“Can I tell you something?” he asked, sounding half asleep.
“Of course you can.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you being here, with me.” He mumbled the words, but I could tell how much he meant them.
Every word he said hurt in the best way possible. I didn’t have the strength to respond with words, so I moved my hands around his upper arm and kissed the inside, closing my eyes tightly, then I stopped. I didn’t move for a while, and neither did he. When I knew he was probably asleep, I turned around so I was facing away from him. He took a deep breath and adjusted his arms then put his head on my shoulder. I made sure to be quiet for a bit, while his breaths deepened. Then I let the tears stroll down my cheeks. I didn’t understand why I was crying… or maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t understand my feelings, or I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I wanted to be with him, all the time. I wanted to see him smile, and laugh, I wanted to see him mad, and silly. I wanted to be there to comfort him when he cried, or just sit with him and talk about nothing. Not just for this summer, the thing is I don’t know if we can last pass the summer or if I can. The truth is I might be, I might be. I cried harder now, I tried not to sob so I didn’t wake him up. This hurts, when Harry moved again, I realized something.
I’m scared.
“HARRY! Wakey, Wakey!” I jumped harder until he rolled over and looked at with his eyes half open. I plopped down on the bed facing him.
“Why are you awake?” he asked me groggily, peaking at me through his still half closed eyes.
I shrugged, “I couldn’t sleep.” After our little anniversary date, we got in late, around 2:30 and I didn’t even fall asleep until 3, then I just kept waking up, thinking. Wow, me thinking? It’s really no surprise right?
Harry inhaled deeply. “Come here,” he moved his blankets up for me to get under. I did and he quickly put them down and put his arms around me, cuddling me into his chest then kissing my head. “Are you all right?” he asked rubbing my back.
“Mhm.” I hummed into his bare chest.
“Wait, do you not have a bra on?” he asked.
“Harry, why would I wear a bra to bed? Those things are not comfortable.”
“This sleep just got that much better.” I could hear him smile.
“Shut up.”
He giggle, then was quiet for a while. This never happened before. I hadn’t gone to his room early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep. I usually just sat on my patio to write about what I was feeling, what I wasn’t feeling. We’d never slept together… I mean that in both ways. I’d never done this with anyone, been so close to someone, so comfortable around someone. Granted I am close with Ashley and she knows everything about me, but I mean with a guy. I trusted him, he was more than just a pretty face and nice body, and he treated me like more than that. He understood me, he challenged me, and he made me feel giddy. Every time I was near him I had butterflies, every time he talked I blushed, and no matter how crazy or annoying I got, he just laughed and told me that was one of the reasons he liked me so much.
“Annabelle,” he whispered. I didn’t know he was still awake.
“Yes, Harry?”
“Can I tell you something?” he asked, sounding half asleep.
“Of course you can.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you being here, with me.” He mumbled the words, but I could tell how much he meant them.
Every word he said hurt in the best way possible. I didn’t have the strength to respond with words, so I moved my hands around his upper arm and kissed the inside, closing my eyes tightly, then I stopped. I didn’t move for a while, and neither did he. When I knew he was probably asleep, I turned around so I was facing away from him. He took a deep breath and adjusted his arms then put his head on my shoulder. I made sure to be quiet for a bit, while his breaths deepened. Then I let the tears stroll down my cheeks. I didn’t understand why I was crying… or maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t understand my feelings, or I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I wanted to be with him, all the time. I wanted to see him smile, and laugh, I wanted to see him mad, and silly. I wanted to be there to comfort him when he cried, or just sit with him and talk about nothing. Not just for this summer, the thing is I don’t know if we can last pass the summer or if I can. The truth is I might be, I might be. I cried harder now, I tried not to sob so I didn’t wake him up. This hurts, when Harry moved again, I realized something.
I’m scared.
Notes
Hiii,Oh boy am I feeling emotional tonight! I know i said I might not be able to write, but I've just been thinking about this all day long and I said, I HAVE to write this. This is probably one of my favorite chapters and I don't even know why. This is why I love writing, you can put so much emotion into writing. I really hoped y'all liked this chapter! Please, please, please comment with your opinions. Seriously, I'm begging you! Thank you so much for reading, and subscribing, and just being lovely. I'm in a really thoughtful mood tonight.
Alright. Byeeee.
.xx R
(Here's her pajamas if you were wondering, nothing special. I'd put the link in the story but I don't really like how it looks. Sorry!)
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=99409541
@All-is-on
Oh, thanks lovely.
3/23/15