Fool's Gold

Harry and I walked the grounds of the villa together. It was nearly sunset. I could feel Harry's hand brush against mine every few moments as we were walking so close together. I pulled my sunglasses off my face to see the vibrant colors surrounding us. I couldn't help but be in awe of the bright orange hues in the sky contrasting with the vibrant, lush greens on the Earth. The silence was a bit uncomfortable but I didn't know what to say. I knew that he was appauled by the small talk so I decided it would be better to just not say anything.
"How have you been?" Harry asked me quietly. His eyes were showing all of his discomfort and nervousness. I smiled. Harry hated the silence more.
"I've been alright. How about you?" I answered politely gazing into his bright green eyes.
"The same I guess." He replied with a shrug. I smiled as he huffed. He was hoping to get more of a response than he did. "Would you like dinner? I have something planned." Harry smiled weakly at me.
I nodded, "I would love that."
I set the kitchen table without a word. Harry had turned on the small radio in the kitchen. I assumed it was to rid the house of silence. I smiled as the radio station had started to play Adele's version of Lovesong. I sang along softly. I returned to the cupboard for glasses as Harry kept his attention on the stove. I giggled softly seeing the way his eyebrows were furrowed and the intensity he was watching the pot with. He looked up at me for just a moment, smiled, then returned his serious gaze back to the large metal pot. I sat down at the table, crossing my legs in a lady like fashion. I rested my head on my hand as I waited for Harry to finish cooking.
I watched him closely as he tested the pasta in the pan. My body softened against the chair when I saw him pucker his lips to blow on the pasta. I remembered the way he would lightly blow on my skin after kissing my neck ever so gently. I quickly covered my mouth as to not laugh as he burnt his tounge on the pasta. He got mad and threw the noodle into the sink. He still had the temper of a child. He tried again. This time he took more time to cool the pasta. He carefully slurped the noddle between his lips. My knees went weak. Those lips and the way they could imbibe my flesh with no effort at all. I crossed my legs a little bit tighter. Harry turned to me with that dimpled, brilliant smile.
"It's done." He announced. I gave a single nod then stood to help him get the rest of the dish ready.
Harry gazed at me from across the table. He wanted to speak but he still had no idea what to say and I didn't either. I wanted so badly for this meal to not be so uncomfortable but I knew that our expectaions of this get away were a little too high. My mind started to drift to the reasons that he had for asking me to come. Did he just want someone to spend time with that didn't care about his line of work? Did he want a girl to help work out all of his frustrations? Did he want a repeat of the three days in Ireland? The questions that kept popping up in my mind were those that scared me the most: Did he want a relationship? Did I want a relationship? More importantly, did he want a relationship, a real, honest relationship with me? Did I want that with him? Why were we here?
"Have you been to Italy before?" Harry asked breaking my chain of thought.
I nodded, "Many times. I've never been this far into the country side before though. It's lovely."
Harry grinned, his dimples making me smile, "I thought this would be nice. It's relaxing out here. Nothing is fast paced." He chuckled softly, "And that paps can't really find you out here." I sighed in my mind. He only wanted a break from real life. There wasn't anything to be afraid of. HE wanted a week like the three days we had in Ireland. I rested my head on my hand as I stared into his beautiful green eyes. The meal went back to silence again. He didn't want anything serious. HE didn't even want anyone to know that he was here with me. I had nothing to worry about.
After dinner, HArry and I went our separate ways but always stayed in the same room. As he watched the news, I read a book that I pulled from the shelves of the living room. While he watched a movie, I cleaned my camera for the seven days ahead of us.
Harry's phone rang as I started to pack up my camera and cleaning supplies. He looked annoyed with it but answered anyway.
"Hello?" He spoke calmly. "I'm fine." His voice was still calm but I could see in his eyes and body that he was already agitated. "I didn't tell you where I was going for a reason." He huffed into the phone. Harry really didn't want anything serious. He didn't even tell his friends where he was going or what he was doing. "Liam, as much as I love you and the other lads, I need space." Harry grunted, letting his irritation be known. I sighed. He was stressed and I was going to be his stress reliever. I couldn't say that I minded though. The three days we spent together in Ireland were a stress release for him as well. I could feel it in the way that he kissed me roughly and tried so hard to get us both off quickly the first night we spent together. He needed that again. I was pulled back into doubts once more. If he just needed a destresser, why didn't he jump my bones as soon as I set foot in the house? Why wasn't I naked on the grounds or while we were making dinner? HArry's voice brought me out of my thoughts again, "Liam, just let me be. I promise I will call you if I need anything. But I promise you that I will be just fine where I am at." He huffed again after a moment, "Liam, you do not need to know who I am with either. I will talk to you later. Goodnight." Harry hung up before the person he was talking to could get another word in. He smiled at me weakly, "Sorry. He's still Daddy Direction."
I shook my head, "It's alright. He's your best friend. He loves you." Harry looked at me with kind eyes, happy I understood. "I think I am ready to go to bed." I stated after I finished packing my camera and its accessories away.
Harry stretched a bit and nodded, "Me too." We both stood from the sofa then sauntered to the staircase.

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