Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter Eighteen- Surprise

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'Melony's POV'

Harry's proposition was completely unexpected. I mean, I knew he was leaving as soon as he could, but when he asked me to go with him, I nearly collapsed. His green eyes had light up with such a hopeful excitement that I'd never seen before, and there was just no way I could crush him by saying no.

The boy was pushy as he rushed me up the many stairs, cautious of my still healing injuries, and we sped our way to my room. He opened and held the door for me as I walked in behind him. His arms quickly wove themselves around my waist and hugged me to him after he shut the door. The soreness of my aching muscles not bothering me as the warm, fuzzy feeling explodes in my chest. He placed a sweet and chaste kiss upon my forehead until ushering me towards my extensive closet.

"I don't get to go home and pack?"

His beautiful face broke out in a small grin as he shook his head. "Nope."

We walked into my closet, side by side. Harry looked almost lost as his eyes drank in all of the hanging clothing surrounding us. His eyes flicked down to mine that had been already staring at him and I flushed slightly at being caught. Thankfully, he doesn't mention anything.

"Do you really need anything from home?" He asked, his tired green eyes searching my face for an answer. "Because you have enough clothes here to clothe most of Asia."

I glared at him sternly, not entirely impress with his attempted joke. A shining amusement twinkles in his eyes, and I feel myself softening up already. It's too hard to stay mad at him, his face is too attractive and it just befuddles my poor hormonal brain.

"I don't have that many clothes, Harold." Rolling my eyes at him, I walk away, scavenging for a simple suitcase.

"Do not call me Harold. That's not my name." He huffs, jutting out his lower lip in a pout, and I fight off the urge to run over and kiss his lips.

I let him pout as I unzip the decently sized luggage bag and empty out the old contents. Standing up, I feel Harry's gaze on my body, and when I sneakily peak at him, he's staring at my ass. I clear my throat, and his head immediately snaps up, eyes meeting mine. A cocky smirk appears before he shrugs his shoulders at me in a goofy fashion.

"Pack quickly. We need to be at the airport by eleven." He says before exiting the closet and letting me pack.

I start with bras and panties, debating on how many pairs to bring. I finally settle on ten, hopefully we don't stay a full two weeks. After shoving four pairs of jeans, five leggings, a lot of jumpers and other tops, a simple black dress, socks, and cardigans I finally zip up this bag. I pull out a smaller one and unzip it after laying it flat on the floor. I fill this bag with two pairs of boots, Timberlands, jogging sneakers, a pair of heels because you never know, and my favourite black Prada bag. Zipping up this bag quickly, I stand up and tug the bags behind me as I walk into the room.

Harry's sprawled across the white duvet, legs dangling over the end and arms spread out over his head. He's quietly humming to himself, and I almost immediately recognize the tune. Glad that I made it out here silently and not grabbing his attention, I stand near enough just to hear him hum one of my favourite songs. A minute or so goes by and I know the song is coming to an end, but when he sings the last verse, my heart swells with the raspiness.

"Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you."

He sang it so quietly, yet so much emotion was evident in his deep timber. His hands came up and brushed the hair out of his face while I stood back watching him in awe. I was just about to announce my presence when he slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. He didn't notice me leaning on the wall by the closet door until he was about to say something. He jumped slightly, as if I had scared him, and I had to stifle a giggle.