Harry was close to sleeping as he laid his head on my chest. I smiled to myself, thinking of how adorable it was that he liked to be held as much as he did. As I twined my fingers in his hair for the thousandth time, I grimaced. His hair was unpleasantly dirty. I grunted feeling appalled.
"What's wrong, Noli?" Harry inquired within a yawn.
"Your hair is gross." I responded bluntly. Harry looked up at me shocked, like he couldn't believe that I'd said it. I heard muffled giggles from the boys.
"Looks like you're getting a haircut Harry." Zayn teased.
I chuckled seeing Harry's fearful eyes, "No, baby, unclean. Did you even wash it this morning?" Harry shook his head slowly. "Why? It's been like two days." I frowned.
Harry blushed and murmured, "I was waiting for you to do it because you said you would." I smirked pushing him off of my chest. I got up from the floor, leaving him dumbfounded. I walked toward our bathroom with a mission. I was going to draw us a bath, something both Harry and I were longing for. I didn't like that the boys were present but they knew how to entertain themselves.
I returned to the living room to see Harry and the boys laughing together. I stood in the doorway for a moment just listening to them chatter. Louis was talking about something a friend of theirs had done. Liam added to the story for Harry's benefit. I smiled a bit and leaned my head against the doorframe. I loved the way he looked when he smiled. His dimples stole the show for sure. But the way he would turn a light shade of red and the way his eyes would crinkle at the sides and the sound of his laughter were just as amazing. I frowned a bit though; I no longer doubted that I loved him. I was certain of it. But I had worries, just because you love someone doesn't always mean that they will fit into your life. Would I fit into Harry's? Would he fit into mine? I could fit Harry into my life. He was gone a lot and I didn't always have to feel the pressure of making our relationship more intense. Hell, we were already intense.
"Enola, baby, what's up?" Harry inquired turning onto his side to look at me.
I smiled a little, "I drew us a bath."
Harry smirked, "Night boys."He jumped up from the floor quickly. He rushed past me to the staircase. I shook my head as I laughed at him.
"A bath?" Louis inquired.
I ignored Louis and politely said, "Good night boys." They all mumbled a good night and let me leave the room.
I entered the bedroom to see Harry's t-shirt and jeans laying on the floor. I couldn't not laugh about it. He was so eager to take a bath together. As I went to push the bathroom door open, I stopped myself. I knocked on the partially opened door gently.
"Harry, you in the bathroom already?" I called out softly.
"Yeah." He laughed. "What are you waiting for? Get in here!" He shouted back at me. I pushed the door open to see he was sitting on the edge of the tub in his underwear. It was quite amusing how excited he looked."Why did you knock?" Harry inquired as I came to stand in front of him.
I ran my fingers through his hair again, "To make sure you weren't going to the bathroom, don't want another argument about that." Harry blushed and nodded. I took a step back from him and removed my shirt in a quick smooth motion. Before my shirt hit the bathroom floor, Harry had already started unfastening my jeans. I giggled when he pulled my jeans down in one swift jerk. I stepped out of them with his help; I rested my hands on his shoulders while he unhooked the fabric from my feet. I gazed lovingly into his eyes as he stood from the edge of the tub. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held me around my waist. Harry rested his forehead against mine. After a moment, he kissed me lightly. His lips moving slowly against mine. I melted against him, pressing my body to his in every place I could. Harry pulled back, much to my dislike.
He chuckled quietly, "I know what you meant earlier." I stared at him curiously, not knowing what he meant. "About not being kissed enough today." He clarified.
"I haven't." I pouted. "I like it when you kiss me for no reason in the middle of a conversation." I beamed at him.
"I always have a reason to kiss you. It's a really good one too." Harry smirked.
"Which is...?" I questioned, knowing exactly what he was going to say.
Harry brushed his thumb against my cheek tenderly, "I love you."
I glowed as I repeated the words, "I love you." Harry slid his hands up my back as he returned his forehead to mine. "Let's take a bath before the water gets cold." I murmured to him. He nodded and helped me finish undressing.
I slid into the bath with Harry, sighing at the temperature of the water. It was hot but it felt amazing. Harry pulled me across the tub to him. I sat between his legs with my back resting against his chest. I laid my head back on his shoulder, only to have him kiss my cheek sweetly. I grabbed his wrists and brought his arms around me, making him hold me. His embrace was tight and I relaxed more. Harry sighed quietly, resting his cheek on top of my head. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of Harry breathing. I wanted nothing more than to just be with him. Tomorrow we had to go our separate ways. Even though it wasn't going to be for long, I hated the idea of going back to life without him. I knew he felt the same way about leaving me.
"Talk to me baby. Tell me what you're thinking." Harry whispered to me. I inhaled deeply and tried to find the right words. Harry waited patiently.
"I know I’ve been keeping it to myself but I really don't want to go tomorrow. I adore your friends but I wish they weren't here so we could stay in bed until we have to get up. I don't want to help you pack your bags. I don't want to see your driver pull in. I don't want to hear you say goodbye." I spoke in an unwavering voice even though I was coming apart on the inside. I turned my face back to Harry. He frowned and rested his forehead against my temple. My lip quivered as he took in a shaky breath.
"It's just going to be a month apart. I'll call you every day." Harry said trying to make me feel better.
I scoffed, "Harry, I can't ask that of you. You have a life. Other people that want to talk to you. Things that you need to do, for the band, for your fans. I cannot ask you to do that."
Harry smirked a little, "You didn't. I said I was going to and I will no matter what you say." I laughed a bit then pecked his lips gently. "What the hell was that?" Harry asked as I backed away.
"A kiss?" I replied unsure of his problem.
"Bullshit. Kiss me, Enola." Harry demanded with furrowed brows. I happily meshed my mouth to his. I locked and unlocked our lips with a slow, gentle passion. I didn't want to make the night move along too quickly. I wanted every quiet, sweet, tender, playful, happy, funny, intense, loving moment with Harry to last. I wanted to savor the night. It would be the last one like it for a while. "Hey, everything is going to be okay. I promise. I'm never letting you go." Harry murmured when he broke our kiss. "You worry too much, Noli." He chuckled. I nodded and returned my head to his shoulder.
I straddled Harry's thighs as I faced him. I smiled as I reached behind him to grab the bottle of shampoo. He looked back to see what I was doing then smiled brightly. I giggled a little as I poured the soap into my palm. As I began to work the shampoo into Harry's hair, a small moan escaped his mouth. I bit my lip and tried to concentrate on washing his hair.
"I love the way you do that." Harry groaned as I massaged his scalp with my fingertips in a slow, gentle motion. His eyes closed and he hummed.
"You are the strangest man." I giggled moving further up his thighs. I needed to be closer to wash the ends of his hair. Harry grinned and placed his hands on my hips when he noticed my inching closer.
"Yeah?" He chuckled gazing up at my concentrated face. I just nodded. "And you're a tease." He said lowly.
I lifted my eyebrow, "And how is that?" Harry lifted his back from the tub, bringing us even closer together. "How am I a tease, Harry?" I inquired giggling.
"Because, you're taking your time washing my hair, the way I like. You're sliding those amazing hips around my lap. You're pushing those perfect boobs in my face. Tease." He answered with a smirk.I shook my head and pressed my lips to his briefly. I pulled back slightly; I rubbed my bottom lip against his coyly. "Fuckin' tease." Harry grunted before pulling my lips back on his. I squealed into his kiss.
"Harry! I have to wash your hair!" I yelped when he adjusted the way we were sitting. He now had me pinned to the opposite edge of the tub. I wrapped my legs around his waist anyway. Harry smirked again as I did so. "Baby, let me finish watching your hair." I pleaded when he began kissing my neck lazily. He grunted quietly when I pushed against his chest.
"Fine." He grumbled returning us to our original position. I thanked him sweetly, moving my fingers through his soapy hair.
"Talk to me, Harry. Get your mind off of it." I urged him.
"What do you want to talk about?" Harry sounded less than thrilled with my suggestion.
"Where are you going when we leave here? Are you going to London or right back to the tour?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Home for a couple of days. I've got to see my mum." Harry replied. He blushed after a moment, "Um, speaking of my mum." He cleared his throat nervously, "She very much wants to meet you. When you come out, my mum was going to come out for a day or so." I was stunned by the statement. It was something that I wasn't expecting. "I can tell her you're not ready for that if you want. I can talk her out of it." He started to speak faster. "I mean, I told her that I love you and now she wants to meet you because I've not ever said it before. She just...she's my mum and she just wants to know. If you don't want to you really don't have to meet her. I can tell her to back off."
I shook off my confusion as I shook my head, "No, Harry. I'll meet your mother."
"Are you sure? You really don't have to." Harry kept his nervous eyes on mine.
"Harry, do you want me to meet your mother?" I inquired softly. I didn't like how scared he looked. Granted, I was terrified of the idea of meeting his mom, but Harry, he had nothing to fear. Harry nodded slowly. "Then I will meet with her." I stated. Harry opened his mouth to protest. I placed a soapy finger over his lips, "No. I am fine with it. She loves you so much. I will happily speak with her." Harry smiled and pulled my finger from his mouth. I dipped my hand into the water around us, rinsing off the soap. I then wiped away the soap I had left on Harry's lips. He smiled as I did so.
"Noli, you really don't have to. I'm not forcing you." Harry murmured.
I smiled weakly, "I know, Harry."
"Okay, I'm done talking about my mother while you're naked in my lap. It's weird." Harry stated firmly. I laughed quietly and returned to washing his hair. "What are you going to be doing when you get home?" Harry asked, sounding a bit uncomfortable.
I shrugged, "Just working. I have that photo-shoot, some gallery things, and a few meetings. I have to finish the entries for the contests I entered. Mostly the boring side of the art world." I removed my hands from his hair.
"What are your photo essays about?" Harry inquired as I reached for the detachable shower head.
I turned the water on low, "One is about the transgender community." I checked the temperature of the water then said, "Tilt your head back, baby." He did as I asked. I continued to tell him about the photo essay, "I went to a shelter to volunteer with my mother a few weeks back and I couldn't believe how many transgender men and women were there. It was unsettling."
"Really?" Harry seemed shocked.
I nodded, "One of the women I met was thrown out of her apartment because they found out that she began life as a male She was amazing. Another was in the sex trade because she had always been on the streets. Then there was one man that I met that had the worst go of it I've ever heard of." Harry nodded, like he was waiting for me to tell him the story. I sighed heavily, "Tyler, who was born Tawnie, was thrown out of his home when he was seventeen, after telling his very conservative parents that he felt gender dysphoria. He spent some time on the streets. He was raped by four other men when he was nineteen because they found out that he wasn't a "real man". I'm so happy I met him though. His story is terrible but he's come so far. He's got a wife and they're trying to plan children. It's amazing." I smiled brightly as I thought of the courageous man.
"Why was he in the shelter?" Harry asked confused. "I mean, if he is doing so well."
"He works with some of the youth. Not all that he works with are transgender but that's a majority of what he does.” I answered.
"Why are the rest of the transgender people there?" Harry inquired after a moment of deep thought.
"Some of the youth got kicked out of their homes as teens. Some were on the streets to begin with. A couple of them had lost their jobs or homes because of they're situation. Lots of reasons." I stated with a shrug. I smiled as I thought of the amazing men and women I met, "It was wonderful to see the way they take of each other. I mean, they're all in different stages of their transitions so they would help each other with dealing with the changes in their bodies or judgments made by others. I liked watching them interact."
"You love them?" Harry inquired of me.
I smiled brightly and nodded, "Very much. I promised them that I would go visit once I got back from this trip. A few of the men and women I met are going to go through the surgical part of their transitions. I'd like to see them when they get out of surgery."
"May I see the photos? I mean, are you allowed to show them to me?" Harry asked nervously.
I nodded, "Of course. When we're done with our bath." Harry just gazed up at me as I returned the shower head to the holder. I saw something in his eyes that made me shiver. It wasn't bad but it was intense. I couldn't place my finger on it. "Harry?" I nearly stammered. He meshed his lips to mine.