Save and Pursue

Once we’re out of my apartment building, Harry takes my backpack from my shoulder to carry it for me.

“Fuck this is heavy! What’s in here? Where are we going?” he says.

I laugh, “It’s my binders, books, and laptop.”

Harry pauses midstride. “Please don’t tell me we’re going to the library.” I just wink at him in response and he groans.

“If it’s too heavy for you I can carry it, and no one said you had to come with me.” Harry sets his jaw and continues walking, looking determined. It was freaking adorable, and in that moment, I like him. I jog a step to catch up with him and place my hand in the crook of his arm, letting him escort me as we walked. Maybe I do it to stop him from running away with my laptop, and maybe I do it because I very much enjoy the feel of his large bicep under my hand. I smile a big grin at his surprised face and he secures my hand tightly in his arm.


We walk that way all the way to the library where i let go of his arm and turn to face him.

“You really don’t have to go in there, you’ll be bored out of your mind” I say to Harry.

“I know I will, but I’m coming anyway.” I laugh at his determination and lead him inside.

I find my favourite study carrel on the top floor of the university library. One of the walls is all windows that face over the green university lawn. It’s my favourite place to work because its bright, sunny, and has an amazing view of the mountains in the distance. Harry hands me my backpack and I pull out my laptop and books. Harry begins to meander the aisle looking at book titles.

I manage to work for ten minutes before I am distracted by Harry. I can hear snickering coming from the aisle I saw Harry disappear into. I look up to see him walking over with a big book in his hands and a grin on his face. He sits in the carrel behind me and continues chuckling to himself. Easily succumbing to my curiosity, I lean back in my chair to peak over Harry’s shoulder to see what is amusing him so much. It’s a naked lady. Well, an old looking sketch of a naked lady.

I smack his shoulder. “What the hell are you looking at?!” I whisper harshly. He laughs out loud, throwing his head back and earning hushes from studying students. I smack him again trying to get him to be quiet.

“Relax, its anatomy textbook. But I think some of these pictures must be from the 16th century, the labels are all wrong and its hilarious” he says gleefully.

“So you’re not laughing at a naked woman like a 12 year old.”

“Nope, just the flawed knowledge of our predecessors,” he grins. I smile back at him, amused at his sense of humour.

I turn back to my work and manage to be productive until late in the afternoon, at which time Harry couldn’t handle the library anymore. Harry trudges up behind me as I stare at my screen, too tired to write or read anything else. He falls to his knees behind me, laying his head on my shoulder, and releasing a loud groan. I smile. “I know, I’m done too,” I say shutting my laptop. I pack all my things into my bag while Harry practically dances in anticipation of leaving this boring place.

I stand up and stretch, my back is really sore from being hunched over all day. I flinch and try to massage some of the tension from my shoulders. Harry notices my action and takes my backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. He also moves his hand to my shoulder and gives it a squeeze, making me close my eyes and moan in pain from how tight my neck and back are. Harry steps close to me, close enough to whispers in my ear, “You better be careful making that noise around me, I might not be able to control myself.” My eyes fly open, he thought that sound was…sexy? I’ll admit, Harry whispering stuff like that in my ear was extremely sexy, my body flushes and suddenly I'm much more eager to get home.

I look at Harry, my eyes still wide and give him a playful smirk, leading him out of the library. We walk all the way home together and I wonder how much time he is going to spend with me. I’m enjoying his company, which is surprising. I haven’t been so fascinated by a guy in a long time. I’m looking forward to an adventure though. I’ve always loved this part of meeting someone new. The excitement, the anticipation, the optimism, and the unknown.

As open the door to my flat I’m face with a choice, do I invite him in or let him leave? Frankly, I want to let him in, but I’m concerned about by body betraying me and that I’ll just end up having my way with him. I’ve never been this attracted to a guy before. But I don’t want him to leave. I sigh and, decide against my better judgement. “Would you like to come in?” I ask. Harry smiles, nodding, and follows me through the door.

“I’ll make some tea,” I say as Harry follows me to the kitchen. As I put the water on to boil, my sore back protests and I groan, trying to stretch away the pain. Harry comes up behind me and places his hands on my lower back, setting my skin on fire. He digs his thumbs into the sore areas beside my spine and gently massages. It feels good. I lean back into him, resting my head against his chest and letting his hands continue their amazing work. I let out a contented sigh.

One of his hands wanders a little too low, grazing over my bum and i quickly whirl around, smacking him in the chest as he laughs. “None of that!” I try to say sternly, but it’s hard to keep the grin off my face. Harry holds up his hands innocently and I turn back to make the tea with the boiled water.

“How do you take your tea?” I ask, pouring the water into a pot with a tea bag.

“Uhmm…with milk and sugar,” Harry replies quietly. He looks almost bashful. I raise my eyebrows in questioning. “Why do you say it like that?” I ask.

“I don’t know… It’s just that only kids drink their tea like that, grown ups are supposed to take it black or with one or the other, not both.”

“Seriously? That’s what you think?” I question him again. He shrugs, fucking adorable. “Well, I like my tea with milk and sugar too so we can be childish together.” I turn back to the teapot and pull two mugs from the cupboard above it. After I finish making the tea, I hand him his mug and walk over to the living room.

“Want to watch a movie or something?” I ask. “Sure,” he replies as we settle down next to each other on the couch. I let him chose whatever movie he wants on Netflix, but I have a hard time paying attention. It’s a cliché action movie that i’m really not interested in. What I am interested in is the guy sitting next to me.

I bring my hand to my neck again, trying once again to rub at the soreness. I must have terrible posture when I’m sitting at the computer for my neck to be this sore. Harry grabs my hips to pull me closer to him and so that i’m at an angle, giving him access to my shoulders. He places a hand on each one and gently uses his thumbs to massage my neck and upper back. He’s almost too gentle.

“You can go harder than that,” I say to him. “Oh yeah?” He replies. He harshly pushes a thumb into a particularly bad knot in my shoulder and I gasp in pain. I struggle to get away from him, laughing at his attempts to keep me in place. He pulls me by my hips again and sets me on his lap. I still try to fight him but only halfheartedly, as I know he’s much stronger than me. He locks his arms in place around my waist, trapping me until I sit still. I give up, tired from struggling against him and settle down, getting comfortable in his lap and tilting my head to look at his beautiful face. He looks down at me and smiles, “Hi,” he says. “Hi” I smile back at him.

We watched the rest of the movie that way. Well, he watched the rest of it. I'm more content to draw random patterns on his arm and think about the feel of his body behind mine than pay attention to the movie. I like this. It felt as if I fit there, wrapped in his arms. I'm happy.

Notes

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