Harry crawled into the bed beside me, jolting me awake. I turned back to him with a gasp of shock. He shushed me quietly and kissed my temple.
"Go back to sleep, baby." He whispered snuggling under the blankets with me. He placed his arms around my waist and held me close. I flipped onto my opposite side to face him.
"Where were you?" I asked burying my face in his warm, bare chest.
He chuckled, "I was talking to Louis, remember?" He rubbed my back in slow soothing motions so I would go back to sleep.
"Are you alright? Do you need to talk about it?" I was trying to be sweet but it just came out as exhausted. I knew that Louis and the other boys meant the world to Harry so I wanted to be sure that they would be alright.
Harry sighed and kissed the top of my head, "He's just worried about all of the possible outcomes that don't involve you and I ending up on a beach making love all day. He just wants to be sure that I am going to be okay with this, mostly, I guess." I nodded, pouting a bit. "What? What's wrong, love?" Harry asked nervously. Did he notice that I thought he felt wrong? He was tense and almost cagey as he spoke to me. Something didn't feel right about the conversation but I let it go. It was late. He was tired. And I didn't want to be the nagging girlfriend.
"You're not naked and you promised that we could cuddle in the nude for as long as I wanted." I answered keeping my disappointed face. Harry smirked and stood to quickly disrobe. I smiled brightly as he crawled back into the bed beside me. I quickly snuggled into his side wrapping my leg around his, draping my arm over his stomach. I rested my head on Harry's chest with a sigh. Harry pulled the blankets up over our shoulders with a chuckle. "I missed this so much." I murmured.
"What?" Harry asked softly.
"Just lying with you, feeling you next to me. Feeling your skin on mine. Being close to you." I answered shyly. Harry kissed my forehead lightly. "I know that it sounds stupid but I missed the comfort of your touch. Every time you called, I was dying on the inside. When you would hang up, I would just fall apart."
"Why didn't you ever say anything? I could've tried to make you feel better." Harry sounded upset by the confession.
I sighed, "I didn't want to make you upset or wish that you weren't out on the road. You don't need me telling you how much I miss you when you're already missing everything from home." Harry kissed my head again. "I love you, Harry. I swear I do." I murmured. The statement only made him hold me tighter.
"I know you love me, Enola. And I trust you with all of my heart." Harry whispered. I didn't know what to say. I didn't understand how he could say those things when I had kept something so big from him. Something that could've ruined us.
"Harry." I murmured after being silent. He just hummed. He was so close to being asleep. "Do you still want me to meet your mother?"
His eyes snapped open, "Of course I do."
"But Harry..." I sighed heavily.
"I know. I know. But it doesn't change the fact that I am so in love with you. I want you to meet her and my sister. We can just leave the whole married thing out of it. I want her to know how important to me you are. I want her to know that what we are feeling is real. And I think that the only way she will is if we're together around her." Harry explained quietly.
"Okay. But you know how Louis feels about this. He might say something to your mother to get her to take action with you." I suggested.
Harry smirked and shook his head, "No. Louis wouldn't do that. We had a nice long chat just now. He'll keep his mouth shut." I nodded even though I didn't quite believe it.
I sat on the edge of the bed watching television while Harry was getting ready for the day. I sighed and shut the TV off. I flopped back onto the bed with a puff. Harry chuckled and walked out of the bathroom. He sat on the bed beside me, pulling his hair up into a hair tie. I smiled as I watched him. The way he moved was something else. He moved with a grace that I'd not seen in a man before. He moved in the same way he spoke: smoothly, languidly. He had this natural refinement and poise in everything he did. He always praised me, saying I was a goddess but he was the one with the divinity. He had a heart of gold to match the stunning looks and proper speech.
"Noli, why are you looking at me like that?" Harry asked with a shy smile.
"Where did you come from?" I inquired without thinking.
Harry raised his eyebrow at me, "Cheshire?"
I giggled quietly, "That's not what I meant." I sat up and rested my chin on his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist and gazed at him captivatedly. Harry kissed my forehead gently even though he was looking a little uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?" Harry seemed intrigued.
"The way you move. The way you speak. The way you think. The way you love." I began. Harry stayed silent. "It's like...I don't know how to describe it." I sat quiet for a moment. "You know that feeling you get when you see a painting or photograph? That emotion that moves you in a way that changes you, even if it's only for a moment?" Harry still had a confused look on his face. I shook my head, "Nevermind. I'm being an overly emotional artist again." I removed my arms from around his waist and tried to move away from him.
Harry took my wrists gently and pulled me back to him, "No no no. Tell me." I sighed heavily and shook my head again. "Enola, come on. Tell me what you're thinking. I wanna hear it."
"I don't know how to explain it so you'll understand." I mumbled.
"It can't hurt to try." Harry smiled weakly. I nodded and closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to clear my mind. "Noli?" Harry sounded a bit concerned. I smiled when I thought of a way to explain what I was feeling.
"You know about muses, right?" I asked quietly.
Harry nodded, "Greek mythology. They help with inspiration for the arts."
I beamed at him, "You're mine." Harry lifted his eyebrow once again. "The passion and vision to create is what is given by the muses. You give me mine. Watching you, listening to you speak." Harry blushed. I ran my fingers over his strong hand, "Feeling your touch, your kiss." My eyes met his and his expression changed again. "I've never done so much, felt so much in my life. My studio is filled with paintings, drawings, photographs, sculptures that I've done since I met you. Every day with you is a new adventure. I learn something new about the world and myself every time we're together. You woke up this part of me that I didn't even know existed. It's like learning to walk again." I spoke lowly and shyly. Harry pressed his forehead to mine and gazed into my eyes amorously. Harry then meshed his lips to mine with a passion that I'd not felt since we were in Italy. But it was also different. It wasn't urgent or sexual. He locked his mouth with mine in a way that made me feel everything he was feeling. My hands trembled and my knees went weak. I couldn't breathe as Harry buried his hand in my hair at the nape of my neck.
"Harry, you need to...WHOA!" Dale had just walked into our room. Harry broke the kiss quickly to glare at Dale a bit. "Sorry, I didn't think you..."
"Obviously, Dale. We'll be out in a minute. I know we have things to do today." Harry responded firmly but politely.
"It's just that your mother is here now." Dale stated quickly.
"My mummy!" Harry jumped up from the bed with excitement. I laughed and shook my head. The little boy was back."Come on, Noli. Mummy is here." Harry grinned taking my hand in his. I stood from the bed and followed him out of the bedroom to the living room area of the suite. I giggled even more when Harry threw his hands in the air and yelled, "MUMMY!" Harry dropped my hand and ran across the room to his mother.
She hugged him tightly, "How are you, my baby?" I smiled at the exchange. He loved his mother a lot. I understood it. I was the same way with my own mother.
Harry kissed his mother's cheek, "I'm fantastic."
The beautiful, dark haired woman smiled at her giddy son, "So I've heard." Harry blushed then turned to his sister. I looked away from them when I heard the hotel room door open again. Dale had let Eleanor in. Eleanor smiled brightly at me and waved. I grinned and waved back. She swiftly moved to my side. "Well, come on, Harry. Introduce me to this girl." His mother sounded amused. Harry took her hand and pulled her over to Eleanor and I. Harry's sister was close behind them.
Harry looked surprised by Eleanor's presence, "El, what are you doing here?"
"E and I were going to go down to breakfast." Eleanor answered with a smile. Harry looked at me with a sad face.
I placed a hand on his chest and murmured, "We made the plan last night. I didn't know your mother was coming today." Harry shook his head then kissed my forehead.
Harry looked back at his mother and sister, "Mum, Gemma, this is Enola." Harry smiled at me, "Noli, my mummy and my sister."
I held my hand out politely to his mother, "Hello Mrs. Twist."
She shook my hand gently, "Call me Anne, Enola." I nodded and smiled.
"I'm Gemma." Harry's sister greeted me with a big smile as she held her hand out to me.
I giggled, "Enola."
"Hey, E, do you want to do breakfast a different day?" Eleanor asked me softly. I looked at her completely unsure of what I should say.
"Oh no. You girls go ahead. Take Gemma with you. Harry and I have some things to talk about." Anne said with a pleasant tone.
"Are you sure? I mean, we can do it another day." I felt as though I was being rude.
Anne shook her head, "Of course not. I know that Gemma is getting hungry anyway. You girls go eat and chat." Eleanor and I nodded not wanting to make Harry's mother say it again.
"Come on Gem. Let's go." Eleanor grinned tugging on Gemma's hand gently. I looked up at Harry a bit worried.
He kissed my lips softly, "Go on. We'll meet you down there in a bit." I nodded slowly before Harry kissed me one last time.