I pulled up into the perfect looking driveway and busied myself with my hair. I knew I was stalling, and so did the driver, because he laughed and told me to get out of the car. I thanked him, tipped him generously, and climbed out of the car. Nobody was on the steps, which was good. My bags were though, so I grabbed those and opened the door. Harry was sitting on the couch, head in his hands.
"Hey, handsome," I whispered and hugged him from behind. I could feel tears fall on my hands, "Why are you crying, baby?" I asked and clamoured over the couch to sit on his lap and wipe his tears away.
"I chased you away, that was horrible of me," Harry said and kept crying.
"Baby, sh sh sh," I said and wiped more tears away, "I just needed some space. It's alright, it's my fault too. Look, I even kept the bracelet on," I showed him the heart and paperplane charmbracelet that I had gotten before I left.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you most," I whispered and pressed my lips to his in a comforting way. Nobody else was at his place, it was just us. I threw my arms around his neck and fell into it. He grabbed my hips reassuringly and scooted me closer to him. I smiled into the kiss and he took the oppurtunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. I groaned and giggled. Our tongues wrestled eachother for control, and he won, except for the rare occasion when I would yank his curls lightly and then my tongue would dominate.
We sat there for a few moments, kissing and holding, our sweet sweet reuinion. Nobody came, and I suspected that Harry had requested that none of them come to get us, "Harry," I whispered into his lips, breathing-I hadn't really breathed since we began kissing, "Harry. Let's go swimming," I said. He nodded and I picked up my bags. I ran upstairs and he laughed, chasing after me.
I got into our bedroom and almost ran into the bathroom to get changed, but Harry stopped me.
"I've seen you naked before, love," Harry laughs and closes the door to the hall. I shrug and strip off my top and bra, I stand there for a second as I fumble with the top, even though it was perfect for putting on, "You're a tempting little one. Are you 100% sure that you want to go swimming?" Harry asked, "Well, the real question is, in what liquid do you want to go swimming in?"
"The chlorinated kind, or the salty kind," I meant the ocean, but Harry took it the wrong way. He smiled evily and stalked over to where I was standing-bare breasted, "I mean the ocean, silly!" I laugh. He pretend pouts and I put on my bikini. I was wearing:www.polyvore.com/beach_fanfic/set?id=69379647
I turned off my phone headed out the door, Harry laughing at my excitement the entire way out. I jumped into the pool after taking my shoes off and Harry followed quickly.
"You know I really do love you, Christina?" Harry whispered, holding me close.
"And you know I really love you too, right?" I whispered back at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"You compare a single tree to an entire forest," he quoted Twilight.
"Since when have you watched that movie?" I asked and touched my forehead against his.
"Since I've had a sister," he smiled and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss and he again shoved his tongue in my mouth. We were in a pool, so when the cold water hit my breasts when he took my top off, I gasped. I slowly fell into it, though, but he pulled away this time, "This is too cold, let's go somewhere warmer," the shower is what he meant. I smiled and climbed out.
We headed into the bathroom and I turned on the bath. We were going to have a very relaxed, very romantic, very hot bath. I took off my clothes and got in, Harry following close behind. The water was hot and pleasant and Harry's legs were so long that he had to put them on my lap. I played with his toes and pretty soon he shifted his position.
"Yes, Harry?" I raised my eyebrows. He pat his lap and I sat on it. Nothing was between me and his dick, and so I intentionally sat precariously close to it.
"You're warm," Harry said, pulling me close to his chest.
"You could always make me warmer," I said and pressed really close to him. He tackled my lips and pushed me back against the tub. He was practically on top of me, and luckily for him, I had a condom ready to be used. I put it on him and he slowly thrust inside of me, "Oh god Harry!" I moaned and he only nipped romantically at my neck. It got quicker the farther along we were, and we both finished, completely satisfied and my gut all clenched up.
"That was so awesome," Harry said.
"Best make-up sex ever," I agreed.
"Truly," Harry said and held my hand. We got out and wrapped ourselves in towels before going into his room to get changed. I wore:www.polyvore.com/fanfic/set?id=69382999
"You even look good in pajamas," Harry complimented.
"You like them?" I asked.
"Yeah, by the way, how is your tattoo?" Harry asked.
"Still there, you did see it, didn't you?"
"To be honest, I didn't notice it. Your pretty face distracted me," Harry shrugged. I lifted my shirt and showed him.
"I think I want another one, but I don't know yet," I said while we made popcorn.
"What would you get?" Harry asked, honestly curious.
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye-H. Jackson Brown, Jr. Or perhaps, I'd get: Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it's not-Dr. Seuss The Lorax. Or maybe even: Curiouser and Curiouser, it seems I have fallen down the rabbit-hole-Alice in Wonderland. Not really sure yet," I said.
"Maybe you should get all three, I'd sit with you," Harry said.
"I don't know when to get them," I said, "Plus, what if I cry?"
"Christina, you sat through one of the most painful places on your body getting tattooed, and you didn't even flinch. I am pretty sure you'd be alright," Harry laughed, "How about, tomorrow. A day before our show, you could get them then, and then we could be closely matched in tattoos," Harry laughed.
"30 and 4 are a little bit apart, love, but sure, tomorrow," I snuggled up to him on the couch. I was super excited that Harry and I were together again, and I was also super excited to get those new tattoos. Although, my father probably wouldn't be too happy, "Oh my god Harry!" I said randomly.
"What love?" he laughed.
"I am 18! My birthday was yesterday!" I was so happy!
"No more permission slips!" Harry laughed.
"No Harry, it means I don't legally have to go home! I am free!" I was so elated. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine, "How could I have forgotten this?" I asked.
"I did kinda make you pissed off enough to walk out, remember that?" Harry asked, taking a sip out of the bottle that we were sharing.
"You made me forget my birthday!" I laughed. Harry and I were on bottle 2 and tipsy. Although he'd had significantly more alcohol than me, I was still giggling like crazy. I loved liquor, but when I was already happy, it just intensified that emotion.
We both just sat there, laughing and drinking. Talking about tattoos and people. And avoiding the real topic on his mind, Taylor and I. I knew it bothered him, but he was making good on his promise and was leaving it be. His princess had returned.

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