Never lose sight of anything.

April 4, 2012
The Hotel

“Drift. Baby we don’t need no towel. I’m gonna be the one to rub your body now. Won’t drown, I ain’t even coming up for air now. I’ll just keep my head down, down, down. Swim for days, I can doggy paddle all kind of ways. Girl you got me wanting to go, deeper than you’ll ever know, wanting to feel, the way you flow. Oh you got that look up in your eyes. What we bout to do ain’t no surprise. Ooh I’m about to dive in!” Harry woke me up by his loud singing in the kitchen.


I slipped his shirt on and walked into the kitchen, making him stop singing. “You’re a great singer.” I smiled and grabbed a piece of bacon off of a plate on the counter. “You really should do it more often.” I kissed his bare shoulder and he chuckled.


“I’ve always wanted to sing to my children or something.” He smiled.


“What song was that?” I asked, sitting down on the bar in front of him.


“Dive in. By Trey Songz.” He blushed and I grinned at him.


“You know any other songs?” I asked and he looked at me like I was crazy.


“Of course I do. Besides you, music is my life.” He laughed.


“Can you sing one?” I grabbed another piece of bacon and ate it.


“If you stop eating my bacon.” He demanded and I nodded my head, putting my hands by my sides. “Girl you fucking with the best,” He started, and then he looked at me. Then he began to walk over to me and I stood up. “Take a picture while I’m deep up in it oh. And if they livin’ right next, I bet they’ll know my name in a minute. Let me feel your body sweat. I promise that I’ll keep your body drippin…” He laughed when I fell over the couch.


I laughed when he helped me up. “I’m not afraid of you, if that’s what you’re asking.” I laughed again, “I just get nervous.”


“Why do you get nervous?” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist, making butterflies go on a rampage in my stomach.


“Because, you’re just… You. I can’t explain it. When you touch me, I melt in your hands. Like, the part of my skin you touch… It just swells up and I get so nervous that I’m afraid of what you’ll do. And I believe I shouldn’t be telling you this.” I let out a breath and he smiled at me, making me flutter my eyes closed.


“You like my smile, aye?” He chuckled and lifted my chin up. “I’m glad you told me that. Because now I know what kind of effect I have on you, Miss Greene.”


“What makes you think that effect is good?” I laughed a little and opened my eyes to see him smiling again.


He grabbed my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist, setting me on the arm of the couch.


“Explain to me why it wouldn’t be good…” His face was getting closer to mine, and my toes curled from the smile that was getting closer to mine.


“What if I have a heart attack or something?” I suggested and he smirked.


“I would just bring you to the hospital. When you got out, I would probably touch you. You can’t make me stop touching you, Miss Greene.” He shook his head and I cocked an eyebrow.


“Why do you always want to touch me?” I asked and he lolled his head back.


“Bébé, just look at you dammit. You drive me literally insane. And when we were back at Bently, when you told me to stay away from you. Damn, I just wanted to push you up against the wall and kiss the hell out of you. I wanted to touch you everywhere. Baby, you’re heaven on earth. Why do I always want to touch you? Because you make it apparent that sometimes I can’t.” He pressed his thick lips to my ear and I pushed away the chills that flowed through my body.


“So you’re saying you want what you can’t have?” I put my hands on his shoulders and he bit down on the neck of my skin.


I sucked in a breath and he ran his hands down my back. “Oh I can have you,” He pressed his lips to the skin beside mine and I bit my lip. “I already have you.”


All of a sudden, he pulled his body from mine and winked at me. “You’re not even going to kiss me? After all of that?” I whined and he laughed.


“We have to eat, Anastasia. I can’t fuck you on an empty stomach or you’ll be tired.” He grinned at me, looking so sexy.


I took a deep breath and walked over to the counter. I grabbed a couple pieces of bacon and he put eggs and a piece of toast on a plate and handed it to me.


“I’m on a diet.” I smirked and he looked at me. Then I felt his eyes travel down my body and back up to my eyes.


“You’re wearing my shirt?” He licked his lips and grinned from over his shoulder. “And you don’t need to be on a diet, Anastasia. You’re perfect to me.”


“Only to you.” I muttered and sat down at the bar.


He stood in front of me as we ate, and he began texting on his phone.


“Who are you texting?” I asked and he shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth.


“Niall. He asked if we were going anywhere today. He wants to grab some lunch with us.” He pulled his phone from his eyes and looked at me. “Do you wanna go to lunch with Niall?”


“Sure. I mean, what else would we do?” I laughed a little and he smiled at me.


“Well then we’ll go. But I’ll have to take a shower before we go. I have sand in places it should never be.” He frowned and shook his head.


He tossed his phone on the counter and finished his breakfast. After I finished mine, I sat down on the couch with him, and we watched an old episode of ‘The Golden Girls’.


I dazed off against his warm skin and jumped up when he moved.


“I’m sorry.” He chuckled and placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to take a shower. You know…” He stood up and looked to me. “You could always take one with me.”


“Nah, I’d rather sit here. On this nice, comfy couch.” I smirked and he bit his lip.


“Well alright then.” He walked to the bathroom. “But the offer still stands on the table darling. All you have to do is get naked and I’ll be sure to get you in.” He chuckled before closing the bathroom door.


After ‘The Golden Girls’ was over, I didn’t know what to do. I mean, if Harry’s in the shower then I have no distraction. And I can’t go down to the pool or the beach because if I go without telling him he’ll probably yell at me when I come back.


So I walked into the kitchen and began cleaning up the mess. Once it was cleaned, I sighed and ran my hands through my hair.


What to do, what to do? I walked over to the coffee pot on the counter and poured me a glass of coffee. What’s breakfast without a little bit of coffee?


I sat down at the bar again and sighed once more. It was so quiet that you could hear the waves from the ocean, the shower, and the faint sound of Harry singing in the shower. How adorable.


I rested my head on my arms and tapped my fingers on the counter. I picked my head up and took a sip of my coffee… Still being bored as hell!


But then I saw Harry’s phone on the counter and smiled. And me being the nosy person I am, I picked it up and unlocked it.


It was on his messages, and I clicked on the message inbox that said 'My Girl'. What's wrong with reading over our messages? Nothing... Nothing at all.


I smiled when I scrolled down a few of them, laughing at some of his responses. I counted all of the times we said 'I love you', and I counted all the times that he said 'You were meant for me'. It made me smile on the inside and on the outside.


But then I came to realize... That this reply was just sent. I picked up my phone and saw that I didn't receive any messages.


I furrowed my brows and looked through the messages again. There were more 'I love you's' said in the texts than he ever said to me in person. And come to think of it... I've never said any of these things.


Tears swelled up in my eyes when I saw a particular text. My heart sank to my stomach and I began to tremble. That one text set me off. I began to sob, and I couldn't help the racing of my heart.


That one text made me feel so stupid- so used. It made me believe what Gina said about Harry- why he 'loved' me. That one text made me believe that everything he had just said to me in the last 24 hours were all lies, and my trust for him was completely broken and disintegrated.


That one text said: I love you, Penelope. Trust me, it's only Penelope and Harry.

Notes

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