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

*Chapter Twenty-Two- Vexation

...Oh, Harry...

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'Harry's POV'

After multiple dates with Melony in just a few short days of being in London, something seemed to click inside of me. Some sort of flood gates opened up and out came this rushing sense of need to be around her continuously. My family had agreed to let us use the main house while they stay out in the city for Robin's sake. Melony and I had agree to stay for at least four more days and escape our little couple bubble just enough to spend time with my family. It was weird to think that Melony was actually my girlfriend. 

Laying bedside each other in the double bed that was placed against the blue walls of my childhood room, I realize that I haven't really gotten around to changing the color. This blue was such a childish blue, if that's even possible. Our peaceful slumber was about to come to an end though, Melony and I had agreed to go to a lunch with my family. After some coaxing for both Melony and my mum, they just gave up and allowed for us to drag them to the restuarant.

Gemma had been texting me nonstop since I've arrived, questioning about what Melony and I are, what I do in New York City, and if she can come visit some day. Of course I'd immediately shot her down, there was no way in hell that Gemma was coming to New York City with me. It's too dangerous.

Eventually I finally gain the strength to roll over in bed. Lounging on my side I observe and memorize the way that her bare shoulders rise and fall with her slow breathing. Her back faces me as she snuggles into the pillow and I inch towards her slowly, not wanting to wake her up too immediately. I've quickly learned that if you wake her up quickly and without patience, she becomes a bitch. I chuckle to myself as I run my fingers down her bare arm and she jerks it away in her sleep.

"Mel." I whisper in her ear, placing a kiss on her neck.

She groans and wiggles away, nearing the edge of the bed. All those couples that sleep together and manage to stay together the whole night are crazy. During the night, we start off either spooning or cuddling, but at least one of us, if not both of us get too hot and just sheds away from the other and completely avoid contact until morning. I shake her slightly, needing for her to wake up so we can get ready, seeing that it's already almost eleven.

"Baby, wake up."

I hear her sigh, finally accepting that she isn't allowed to sleep the day away. She rolls back on to her back, looking up at me with her sleepy green eyes. Her eyelids hood her eyes as she looks up at me as I lean next to her on my elbow. 

"Morning." Her warm voice croaks out quietly from not being used for many hours. She smiles, not exposing her teeth, but clearly content with the moment.

"Morning." I smile back at her.

"I still don't want to go." She says for possibly the 100th time in the past two days. "Your mother and I aren't too fond of each other."

"You'll both get over it eventually." I pat her head like she's a little puppy and roll out of bed. "Now get up, love."

At twelve thirty, we were both ready to leave. It looked as if Melony was heading off to a funeral. She was dressed in black from head to toe. Her gold embroidered black tunic dress fell just above her knee and her black suede side-sip knee high boots exposed a small strip of black tights that she had layered underneath. I almost expected her to pull out a widow's veil from her black valentino bag.

As we were walking the short distance from the house door to my range rover, Melony kept playing with my black pea coat. I don't even know what she was doing, but it was obviously one of the most entertaining things that she's ever done because she kept giggling and smiling all the way until I opened up the door for her.