Never forget me...
Chapter 6: Wanna Join Me?
“Sage?” Harry called from the doorway.
“Yea?” I sniffled closing the book that was on my lap.
“What happen?” He asked sitting next to me on the floor.
“This was her favorite book.” I paused gripping the books edges. “It’s just hard to see all of this stuff, I see it everyday but now that we have to move it and go through it…” I shook my head as tears welled up in my eyes.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me into his chest. “Like I said, we can leave this room the way it is. There’s no reason to change it.”
I nodded slowly and set the book on the floor. He leaned his back against the desk and stretched out his legs, still holding me close. I unfolded my legs and straightened them out. I rested my hand on his thigh and leaned my head on his shoulder.
“Have you talked to Taylor?” He looked down at me while I made patterns on his basketball shorts.
“I talked to him a little bit ago and he said he should be here around 5:00.” I didn’t look away from his pants. “And we decided to go out to dinner so nobody has to cook or do dishes.”
“Okay, do you want to be done for today?” He asked quietly.
“Yea, I want to lay down.” I stood up and held out a hand to help him up. “Wanna join me?”
“Sure.” He smiled standing up.
I walked through the doorway, towards the stairs with Harry following close behind me. We were at the bottom of the stairs when he grabbed my hips and pulled me against his body. His arms wrapped around my waist while his lips touched my cheek lightly. I smiled and turned around in his arms. Looking into his green eyes, I grabbed his cheek and pulled him into a gentle kiss. When we pulled back, he smiled and let go of my waist. I turned and climbed the stairs to my room with a smile.
When we got to my room, I turned the doorknob slowly and walked in. I stepped over Harry’s growing pile of clothes and towards the bed. He kicked the pile out of his way and lied down on the bed. Resting his head on the pillow, he sighed and got comfortable. I kicked off my shoes, slipped my shirt and pants off before walking over to my dresser.
“Should I get undressed too?” Harry asked in a confused voice.
“If you want to, I’m just changing out of jeans and into sweats.” I shrugged pulling out a long shirt. “Nevermind, I’m not putting pants back on.”
“I don’t mind at all.” He laughed watching me pull the shirt on over my head.
I shook my head and walked over to the bed. He looked up at the fan as I laid down on my side not facing him. I felt the bed move a little and then a strong arm wrap around my waist again.
“Are you okay?” He moved his body against mine in a gentle move.
“Yea.” I hoped he would drop it but I doubt he would.
“Want to talk about it?” His fingers played with the hem of my shirt.
“Harry, I’m okay. I just want to lay here with you.” I rolled over and looked into his eyes.
He looked calm but in his eyes I could see him searching for some sort of gap in my barrier. I could feel his hand rest all of its weight on my waist as he focused on fixing me. He finally gave up and kissed my forehead before closing his eyes. I moved my hands up to his chest and gripped his shirt in my hands making his eyes shoot open and land on me.
“Why do you even wear a shirt? It’s just in the way.” I smiled pulling on his shirt.
“For the same reason you wear any clothes, because we have to.” He mumbled looking down at my lips.
I laughed and leaned up touching his lips lightly. He moved his hands up my back pulling my body against his, deepening the kiss. I slipped my fingers into his hair and gripped his curls making him moan into my mouth. trying not to laugh, I balled up my fists with his shirt in my hands and attempted to pull him closer to me. Our bodies were pressed against each tohers when we heard the doorbell ring. I pulled back and looked into his eyes and then over to my alarm clock.
“Crap, it’s 4:45. That’s probably Taylor.” I whispered.
“Go get the door, I’ll just say I’m in the shower.” Harry started to stand up and walk to the door.
I nodded and got off my bed. Slipping on my jeans, I ran downstairs while Harry got into the shower. I waited until the shower started to open the door.
“Hey.” I said in a sleepy voice.
“Hey, did we wake you up?” Cleo asked walking inside with Taylor behind her.
“Yea, I guess Harry forgot to wake me up before he got into the shower.” I shrugged walking towards the stairs again. “I’ll go change and hurry him up so we can go.”
“Yea?” I sniffled closing the book that was on my lap.
“What happen?” He asked sitting next to me on the floor.
“This was her favorite book.” I paused gripping the books edges. “It’s just hard to see all of this stuff, I see it everyday but now that we have to move it and go through it…” I shook my head as tears welled up in my eyes.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me into his chest. “Like I said, we can leave this room the way it is. There’s no reason to change it.”
I nodded slowly and set the book on the floor. He leaned his back against the desk and stretched out his legs, still holding me close. I unfolded my legs and straightened them out. I rested my hand on his thigh and leaned my head on his shoulder.
“Have you talked to Taylor?” He looked down at me while I made patterns on his basketball shorts.
“I talked to him a little bit ago and he said he should be here around 5:00.” I didn’t look away from his pants. “And we decided to go out to dinner so nobody has to cook or do dishes.”
“Okay, do you want to be done for today?” He asked quietly.
“Yea, I want to lay down.” I stood up and held out a hand to help him up. “Wanna join me?”
“Sure.” He smiled standing up.
I walked through the doorway, towards the stairs with Harry following close behind me. We were at the bottom of the stairs when he grabbed my hips and pulled me against his body. His arms wrapped around my waist while his lips touched my cheek lightly. I smiled and turned around in his arms. Looking into his green eyes, I grabbed his cheek and pulled him into a gentle kiss. When we pulled back, he smiled and let go of my waist. I turned and climbed the stairs to my room with a smile.
When we got to my room, I turned the doorknob slowly and walked in. I stepped over Harry’s growing pile of clothes and towards the bed. He kicked the pile out of his way and lied down on the bed. Resting his head on the pillow, he sighed and got comfortable. I kicked off my shoes, slipped my shirt and pants off before walking over to my dresser.
“Should I get undressed too?” Harry asked in a confused voice.
“If you want to, I’m just changing out of jeans and into sweats.” I shrugged pulling out a long shirt. “Nevermind, I’m not putting pants back on.”
“I don’t mind at all.” He laughed watching me pull the shirt on over my head.
I shook my head and walked over to the bed. He looked up at the fan as I laid down on my side not facing him. I felt the bed move a little and then a strong arm wrap around my waist again.
“Are you okay?” He moved his body against mine in a gentle move.
“Yea.” I hoped he would drop it but I doubt he would.
“Want to talk about it?” His fingers played with the hem of my shirt.
“Harry, I’m okay. I just want to lay here with you.” I rolled over and looked into his eyes.
He looked calm but in his eyes I could see him searching for some sort of gap in my barrier. I could feel his hand rest all of its weight on my waist as he focused on fixing me. He finally gave up and kissed my forehead before closing his eyes. I moved my hands up to his chest and gripped his shirt in my hands making his eyes shoot open and land on me.
“Why do you even wear a shirt? It’s just in the way.” I smiled pulling on his shirt.
“For the same reason you wear any clothes, because we have to.” He mumbled looking down at my lips.
I laughed and leaned up touching his lips lightly. He moved his hands up my back pulling my body against his, deepening the kiss. I slipped my fingers into his hair and gripped his curls making him moan into my mouth. trying not to laugh, I balled up my fists with his shirt in my hands and attempted to pull him closer to me. Our bodies were pressed against each tohers when we heard the doorbell ring. I pulled back and looked into his eyes and then over to my alarm clock.
“Crap, it’s 4:45. That’s probably Taylor.” I whispered.
“Go get the door, I’ll just say I’m in the shower.” Harry started to stand up and walk to the door.
I nodded and got off my bed. Slipping on my jeans, I ran downstairs while Harry got into the shower. I waited until the shower started to open the door.
“Hey.” I said in a sleepy voice.
“Hey, did we wake you up?” Cleo asked walking inside with Taylor behind her.
“Yea, I guess Harry forgot to wake me up before he got into the shower.” I shrugged walking towards the stairs again. “I’ll go change and hurry him up so we can go.”
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11/14/14