Enola collapsed on the bed with a sigh. I chuckled when she pulled a pillow over her face. I laid down beside her, propping myself up on my elbow. I rested my head on my hand as I stared down at her exhausted body. I pulled the pillow away from her face to gaze into her beautiful blue eyes. She stared up at me with tired eyes and a weak smile.
"Why are you so sleepy?" I asked her softly.
"I spent most of my day in the city with your mother, sister and Eleanor. I've been on my feet for too long." She answered quietly.
"But we took a nap before the show." I was a bit confused.
Enola shook her head, "No. You took a nap. I stayed awake rubbing your back and playing with your hair so you would stay asleep." I looked at her curiously. "You needed the rest, Harry. You need rest now. You’re go-go-go all of the time. You need to relax."
I smiled, "Well, you're the one that needs rest now." Enola nodded and yawned softly. I shook my head as I stood from the bed to get undressed. Enola wiggled out of her jeans and t-shirt without leaving the bed. "What you're not going without your undergarments tonight?" I laughed once again at her tired frame. Enola sat up and removed her bra. She tossed it to the floor before flopping back onto the mattress. I eyed her underwear for a moment then brought my eyes back to hers. She smirked and slithered out of the small article of clothing. She threw the barely there piece of lace at me, letting it hit me in the face. Enola giggled loudly as I jumped into the bed, landing on top of her. I kissed her neck and shoulders playfully. Enola wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tight. "I love you." I murmured to her.
Her hand snaked down my chest and abs, "Good."
I quickly grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed, "No. Not tonight." Enola appeared curious. "You're really tired and I'm exhausted as you said before. Plus, we've got the whole morning to ourselves tomorrow."
"We have to say goodbye to your mom though." Enola reminded me.
"I know but that is still early enough that we can crawl back into bed until we have to leave for the venue. Come on. Let's just cuddle tonight." I pleaded. Enola nodded, agreeing with my request. I laid my head down on her chest after we shifted underneath the blankets. Enola wrapped an arm around my back while she buried the other in my hair. I held her tightly by her waist. I kissed the soft skin of her chest tenderly. "I love you, baby." I whispered.
"I love you." She replied, a smile clear in her voice.
"Have...never mind." I mumbled. I wanted to ask her a question but I didn't want her to be upset with me. She had told me she didn't want me to think about it or worry about it.
"No, come on. Ask me. Tell me. Whatever it is." Enola replied with a genuine tone.
"Have you ever told Charles that you loved him?" I asked quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Yes but I never say I love you. It's usually just 'love you'. The two have different meanings I think." Enola answered carefully.
"Even when you got married, you didn't really say it?" I wanted her to tell me that she never said it to him the way she said it to me.
She shook her head when I gazed up at her, "No. Charles isn't an emotions kind of guy. He didn't cry at our wedding or anything. We did just basic, traditional vows. My best friend said that it was obvious that we weren't really in love the way Charles had led everyone to believe but he's all about appearances."
I lifted my eyebrow at her, "Best friend? You've never said those words before."
She blushed, "Well, that's what she is."
"What is her name? What is she like? How long have you been friends?" I inquired with excitement.
Enola giggled, "Her name is Katy. We’ve been friends since I was about fourteen. She's actually a lot like Niall. Very happy go lucky and you'll never really see her get angry and she is hilarious. Always has the best jokes and she constantly teases me about things." I loved the way Enola's eyes were lighting up as she spoke of this girl.
"How does she feel about you being married? Does she like Charles?" I asked quietly. I didn't want to upset her.
Enola laughed once again, "Oh my goodness, no! She hates him. She always says that she will never understand why I married him."
"Can I meet her?" I blushed as the question rolled off my tongue.
"Um, yeah, I guess you could meet her. It depends on how well she takes the news of you and I being together. I've not told a single person that I'm with you." Enola seemed really sad about the confession. I frowned a bit as well hearing it. "I just don't know who I can trust with it. I'll talk to Karly when I get home though. I'm sure she'd love to meet you." I smiled a bit knowing that I would be let into her world back home.
Sorry, they're kind of short tonight. But I promise the next few will be a bit longer. :)