“You make flowers grow, even in the saddest part of me.”

March 23, 2012
The Bently Mansion’s Attic

“Here, I’ll help you.” Harry said when he pulled the stairs down from the ceiling.


“I am perfectly capable of climbing up the stairs by myself.” I smacked his hand away and made my way up the half-broken stairs.


Once we walked into the attic, I sighed. There wasn’t any dust, and there was just a bunch of fresh flowers and a daybed.


“What is this?” I asked, looking at Harry.


“My father used to come up here to get away from Gina sometimes. She brings fresh flowers up here sometimes like this room is his grave, cause she knew that he came up here to get away. She just thought he would somehow see the love she tries to show him with flowers.” He ran his hand over the duvet on the bed and I sighed.


“Do you miss him?” I blurted out and he dropped his hand to his side after running his fingers along the yellow roses in the corner.


“Every day.” He whispered and I felt a pang in my chest. “But you know what it feels like to have lost a father.” He turned to me and the tears built up in my eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up.”


“It’s fine. I’ve missed my father too.” I hugged myself and clutched my dress.


“Do you need a hug?” He partially outstretched his arms but I shook my head. “Why don’t you want me to hold you?” He whispered, his eyes closed.


“Because I can’t stand to look at you right now. I am beyond pissed at myself.” I sighed again and he looked at me through the hair that had fallen on his forehead.


“Ana, I don’t want you to beat yourself up about that, okay?” He went to walk towards me but I took a step back.


“You’re making me beat myself up about it. I don’t want to keep doing this. Every time I even look at someone wrong, you’re always on my case.” I shook my head and he glared.


“You’re always on my case!” He shouted and I let out a cry before my painful tears fell. “Anastasia. I don’t want to keep acting like this is all okay when really it’s not. I can’t stand to see you acting like this around me. When I want you, I want you to want me.” He breathed out and raked his hand through his hair.


“But I can’t want you if you keep making me feel this way.” I kept crying, and he tried to comfort me but I held up my shaking hand, making him stop.


“What way am I making you feel, Anastasia?” He sounded depressed. The way his mouth formed words… He looked ultimately upset.


“Useless.” I slurred the word and he frowned.


“If anything I should make you feel loved.” He pointed at me. “But it’s hard Anastasia. It’s hard to love you. You’re always so bitchy and uptight, and I hate it. You don’t let me get what I want.”


“What is it that you want exactly?” I crossed my arms and he began filling the space between us, but I took a couple steps back.


“I want you.” He looked down and smiled. “I’m turning you into something you’re not. I just want the real you.”


“Then stop pushing me to be fake.” I snapped and he furrowed his brows. “I am forced to sit here and pretend that nothing is going on between us just so you can be with someone else. I know that something is going on with us, but they don’t. I have to pretend that I never loved you, that you never touched me.” I buried my face in my hands. “I just wish this would stop.”


“This is what needs to happen, bébé.” He finally reached me and grabbed my hand, the skin contact making my heart beat faster.


“Make it stop!” I cried, finding myself leaning against the attic wall.


“I will. If you promise to stay with me.” He muttered, his face hovering over mine.


“Harry,” My voice cracked as he put his forefinger under my chin to lift it up. “I promised you that a long time ago.”


He couldn’t help but grin, and as if he was holding back, he hesitated to lean down and kiss me. But then he groaned on my lips and put both of his hands on my cheeks.


“Please don’t push me away again…” He whispered before kissing my jaw.


“I can’t promise that, Harry.” I whispered back and his lips lingered on my skin.


“Well I can promise you something…” He looked at me, his lips wet from mine. “I won’t ever stop trying to get what’s right between us. I can’t promise that I won’t marry Penelope, but I promise that I won’t stop loving you.” He ran his hand through my hair. “It's crazy... What I let myself feel like when I'm around you. But... Every time it happens, I have the sudden urge to make you feel the same way I do."


“I do feel something for you Harry, but you make it hard to keep it.” I shook my head and his lip twitched.


“I am trying to keep you.” He said, his eyes locked on mine. We stood there for a moment, and my body itched for his to be pressed to mine again. “You’re my Ana, remember?”


“And you’re my Harry…” I mumbled, and he immediately pressed his lips back to mine.


“I love you, Anastasia.” He breathed in my mouth and I shuddered when he put his arms around my waist.


He slowly wrapped my legs around his waist and smiled into the kiss.


“Pardon me, Nicholas.” He muttered before laying me down on the bed.


I laughed a little and he slipped his shirt off over his head. He connected his lips back with mine and dragged his hands up my torso, taking my dress with them. He groaned and pulled his lips from mine so he could pull my dress over my head.


He closed his eyes and slipped his pants off. His chest connected with mine and we sank farther onto the bed.


“You’re so beautiful…” He whispered as his lips pressed to my collar bone. “I want to claim every inch of you, Anastasia. And I want you to want me to do it.”


Before he said anything else, someone walked underneath the attic stairs.


“Where’s Harry?” It was Penelope.


“I don’t know. He ran off with Anastasia.” Deacon was with her?


“You don’t think they’re, together, do you?” Penelope sounded disappointed, and I went to raise up but Harry held me down.


“No. Anastasia made it pretty clear that she doesn’t want him. She’s probably in bed, and it’s best if we don’t bother her. And Harry probably went out doing God knows what.” Harry clenched his jaw and closed his eyes.


“What if they stay there? Harry, there’s a table where they can sit, and I don’t want them to hear anything. Besides, Penelope is down there.” I tried to sit up again but he shook his head.


“Do you honestly think she’s going to stop me from showing my affection to you?” I couldn’t help the smile on my face. “And if you’re worried about being loud,” He reached over and snapped a rose off of the plant beside the bed and ran it down my face, the petals softly scraping my cheek. And that was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Then he placed it in between my teeth and smiled. “Is that better?”


I nodded my head and he gave me a grin, making me tremble. He looked so good sitting above me, and his cheeks were perfectly flushed. He looked like a god.


“Now I’m going to be easy when I take you, okay? I want to actually make love to you, Anastasia.” He whispered and I nodded my head.


He ran his hands down my body and my trembling heated up, making him smile at me. He slipped my undergarments off, and his, and our bodies touched once more.


I felt so comfortable with this man. And not just while this is happening. Even though he constantly breaks my heart, he still makes me happy. And he makes me feel so beautiful, and he makes me feel so wanted in a way I can’t describe. He doesn’t make me a feel useless… He makes me feel alive.


“I love you so much.” His voice was muffled as he talked into my hair.


When he filled me, I relaxed. You’ve done this before, Anastasia. Don’t be nervous.


Once he relaxed, he pushed farther into me and I bucked my hips, making him blow a breath through his teeth. He pushed my hips down on the bed and I grabbed his hands.


He began sliding in and out of me and I couldn’t help but bite down farther on the rose that he put in my mouth.


He flexed his thighs and rolled his hips upward, making me flutter my eyes closed. My hands went to the posts of the bed and he lowered himself on top of me, digging his knees into the bed.


I moaned and he ‘shh’ me a few times, but one by one they came rolling through my lips.


I bit the rose in half and it felt out of my mouth, making me bite my tongue. His graceful movements made me feel like I was on a cloud.


“Um.. Harry.” I moaned his name and he sucked in a breath, thrusting harder into me.


I brought my legs up and put my head on his shoulder, making him slow down a bit.


“Anastasia…” He whispered, his lips placing sloppy, wet kisses down the side of my face. “I want to hold you forever…”


“I want you to hold me.” I whispered back, and he picked up speed again.


I dug my nails into his back, trying to avoid the pleasurable pain, and I ran them down his back smoothly and quickly.


“Argh!” He yelled out and I arched my back.


Both of our bodies were moving together and I just couldn’t help but respond to his every move. He slid his hands down my body again and I tangled my fingers through his damp hair.


“Fuck…” He grumbled, and I moaned slowly in his ear.


But then he began to slow down.


“I don’t even have protection on..” He muttered and I threw my head back on the pillow. “Have you already…?” He trailed off and I weakly nodded my head. “Shit, me too.”


“It’s okay.” I grabbed his hand and he laid down beside me, kissing my temple.


It was quiet for a moment, and you could only hear the sound of our rapid breathing. Then he picked up the rose that had landed on the pillow and chuckled.


He ran it down the side of my face again, and brought it to his nose. “This was a good idea at first. Maybe I should’ve used two.” He chuckled again. “Don’t worry,” He hovered his face over mine, making me smile. “When you wake up in the morning, you’ll have a big bouquet of roses sitting on your nightstand.” He winked before kissing me again.


We laid there for about thirty minutes until we knew that Penelope and Deacon were gone, and then we decided to get dressed.


“What are you doing?” I asked Harry when I slipped my left shoe on.


He grabbed a pot of red roses and smirked. “Why wait for the roses?” He walked up to me and I playfully hit his shoulder.


Once we were out of the attic and Harry carried the beautiful roses to my room, we were ready to go downstairs.


But what had came to our surprise was, Deacon standing at the end of the stairs… Waiting for us?


“You two disgust me entirely.” He snapped once we reached the end of the stairs.


“What are you talking about?” Harry laughed and winked at me.


“Do you honestly think I don’t know what’s going on between you two? You can’t hide in the attic whenever you feel like it.” He frowned and gagged. “You are two of the loudest people I’ve ever met.”


I looked down in embarrassment and my cheeks flushed red.


“Well last time I checked, this isn’t any of your goddamned business.” Harry growled and grabbed Deacon by the arm.


But Deacon yanked free and scoffed. “Last time I checked it is my business. You’re getting married to my sister, and I can’t have her marrying a cheat like you. You end this now, or I’ll tell your mother.”


“Oh, I’m so scared.” Harry mockingly put his hands up.


Deacon rolled his eyes, and then he walked away.


“Come on, let’s go.” Harry kissed my forehead and I smiled.


“Where are we going?” I asked, letting him take my hand.


“To dinner.” He smiled and I cocked an eyebrow.


“But we already ate dinner.” I pointed back to the dining room.


“I don’t think either one of us got to finish our meal.” He smirked at me and we walked out of the house. “Don’t worry. I’m not taking you anywhere cheap.”


I pushed my shoulder into his and he kissed my hand.


This is what I want. No interruptions, no yelling. Just… Ana and Harry.

Notes

This is the update you would've gotten yesterday but I couldn't finish it because people kept on looking over my shoulder while I was trying to write the smut, and it made me nervous so I stopped. But now it's finished!
And I hope you like it!


All my love goes to my Wonderlights,
**K