His Soul

The day had been productive, to say the least. And by the time it was 2 in the afternoon, I decided to call it a day.
Eleanor had left because Olly was getting whiny and Bella was into absolutely everything.

Multiple times, Eleanor had to stop her from jumping on the bed while her little brother was asleep, stop her from opening cupboards and pulling things out and playing with the TV remotes, just to name a few.
And Eleanor was tired of having to stop every 2 seconds to cater to one of her children. But I get's that's the price to pay after getting pregnant.

I finally flopped back onto the bed, just as the door flew open, revealing a tall and lean boy with curly hair. I didn't move until he slammed the door behind him and took long strides towards me.
I grew nervous and I sat up quickly on the edge of the bed, looking into my lap.
He towered over me, combing his one hand through my hair and tilting my chin up to face him.

"How about we finish where we left off in the car yesterday outside Lou's place?", he questioned, tauntingly.
I blushed, looking down as his smirked, still keeping a hand under my chin.
I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching as his eyes grazed over my body.
"Miss me?", he asked, humor laced in his voice.
When I didn't answer his question he asked another, "Did you have a productive day? I hope you got lots done", he spoke. Bending down with his face now inches from mine.
I nodded.
I gasped when he began kissing my neck, pulling me to stand up with him, "I-I did. And I wanted to go over a few things w-with you to make sure I am on the right track", I say, trying to tear his attention away from my neck.
"Oh yeah?", he said against my skin.
"Yeah", I said quickly, nodding my head.
"I want a kiss first", he said, pulling away from my neck and looking into my eyes.
I hesitated before quickly pecking him on the corner of his mouth.
He shook his head, "No, a proper one", he spoke gently before crashing his lips onto mine.
It sounds stupid and clique, but all those sparks that are always spoken about are once again there. It's a weird feeling. But it makes you feel good after.
Just as his tongue slides into my mouth I pull away, taking a step back. "Okay, now I can show you", I whisper quickly and walk towards the kitchen table. I sit down and begin to speak, "Eleanor helped me today and we drew plans and made lists of all things that we want in the levels. We haven't concentrated on the exterior or anything outside, only the Marquee. And we....", I drift off as Harry stood behind me, kissing at my neck and shoulder.
"So hot", he whispered. I wasn't very fond of that word. I would rather be called pretty or beautiful and not hot or sexy.
"Harry", I say in a whisper, attempting to push him away slightly. I failed.
"I know you want this", he said against my skin.
"But I really don't", my confidence grows.
"You do", he retorts.
"Don't. Just please. I-I don't want to", my confidence disappears as quickly as it came. He steps away from me and takes a seat opposite me.
"What did you get done today?", he asks, still with humor in his eyes. He enjoys seeing me squirm.
"We got a lot done", I say in a quiet voice.
"Show me", he says.

I show the plans and lists and watched as he looked intensely over the papers with a hard look on his face. Once he was done looking over them, he looked back up at me, staring for what seemed like forever.

"I'm surprised", he spoke and then paused, "I'm quite impressed. I expected to hate all of your ideas, thinking they would be girly, prissy and perfect. But they're not. You're actually quite... useful"

Useful?

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