Harry finally hung up with his mother. I enjoyed listening to the conversation. He was so happy to speak to her even though I could hear her nagging him about meeting me. I smiled at him when he kissed my hair.
"I'm sorry. I was just checking in. She worries." Harry blushed a bit.
I shook my head, "Don't be. I like that you love your mother so much." Harry hugged me closer then lifted the blanket that was wrapped around me. He smirked a bit then dropped the fabric. I giggled and removed the blanket from my arm. I reached up and stroked his cheek gently. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. "So beautiful." I murmured gazing at his angelic features. Harry kept his eyes closed as he leaned in to kiss me. I happily pressed my lips to his. I slid my hand down to his neck then his chest.
"What would you like to do today?" He asked breaking the kiss and resting his forehead on mine.
I shrugged, "Wanna walk the grounds again?"
He pointed to the window, "It's raining, Noli. It might not be a good idea." I pursed my lips and tried to think of something we could do. Harry laughed softly, "Let's just be lazy then. We’ll have a shower, then go about watching movies and stuff? Sound good?" I just nodded. I didn't have a better idea. "Come on. Let's take a shower." Harry stood then pulled me up from the sofa. He slipped his hand into mine. I let him lead me to the smaller bathroom between the two small bedrooms.
"Harry, you know, we haven't taken that bath yet." I stated quietly as he turned the handle to the on position.
He smiled at me, "I know. I'm saving it." I shook my head and stepped into the shower before him. He got in and closed the door. The water was still a bit cold so I rushed across the small shower into Harry's arms. He adjusted the knob so the water warmed faster. I sighed when Harry backed me up into the warm spray of the shower. I laid my head on his shoulder and splayed my hands on his back. Harry ran his hands through my hair, making sure it was soaked. He slowly and carefully turned our bodies so he could lean his head back and wet his hair. I lifted my head from his chest. I buried my hands in his hair, gently massaging his scalp with my fingertips. Harry moaned quietly. I continued to massage his scalp as held me tighter. I removed my fingers from his hair then smoothed it back. I brushed my lips against his clavicles and his pecs. He sighed softly sliding his hands down my back and over my bum.
"Sing to me." I murmured to him. It was something he had done in Ireland while we were in the bath together. I loved feeling the reverberation of his chest against mine. I loved the way his face showed every emotion he was singing. I loved the way his muscles in his neck tensed as the song over took him.
He began singing Adele's Make You Feel My Love. I felt a tug on my heart as he was singing to me. It was my favorite Adele song and he knew it. But he didn't know how much it meant to me, that he picked that song. As he sang a little louder, I knew that he was feeling something I was so afraid of. "I could make you happy. Make your dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn't do. Go to the ends of the Earth for you." I bit my lip as I tried not to cry. Harry kissed my wet hair. He brushed his lips against my shoulders as he caressed the small of my back with his fingertips. I buried my face in his neck and held onto him tighter. He locked his wrists behind my back. He wasn't going to let go of me. I scolded myself. How could I let this wonderful man begin to fall for me? But as I thought about it more, I didn't even know what I had done. Yes, I had opened my legs for him and I had opened my mind to him. But there were things about me that he didn't know that could change his mind in an instant. I didn't understand why I was taking the risk of getting my heart broken. Because that's how it would end. Both of us broken.