The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 44

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"Harry?" I spoke up after we had both been lying there in silence for a little bit.

Both of us coated in a thin layer of sweat, my back was pressed to his naked chest and my legs were just starting to come back to their senses after Harry fucked me into next week.

"Mhmm," he hummed, half surprising me because I thought he might've been asleep.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Always" he mumbled, pressing his lips to my cheek.

I rolled myself over, Harry and I sharing a pillow and now looking into each other's eyes, his hand came up to rub my back under the sheet that was draped over us.

"Remember when you told me you liked art?" I blurted out.

He told me one night that he liked art, mainly painting's but he didn't elaborate on it though, we weren't in the same place as we are now so I didn't want to push him to tell me.

But now, we're in a relationship, he's done so much for me, I want to do something nice for him, we live together now and I want to make this place ours.

Has looking at me with his slightly hooded eyes, his brows pulled together "yea, I remember saying something about it"

"Well, can you tell me more about it, maybe why you like it or what you like?"

I really hope he didn't think too much about this and ask me questions.

He was still looking at me confused and it made me worry a little that he might be uncomfortable but that look quickly faded away, along with my worry.

"Um" he cleared his throat "I don't know, I just think of some of it is really cool, mum took me to a gallery once and she explained all the painting and what they meant, I kinda just kept looking up the ones I liked online after that, I like that it can say a lot without actually saying anything"

I nodded, just listening to what he was saying and loving how much easier talking to me is for him now.

"When my mum died, I kinda went numb for a little bit, but when I would look at all the art we used to together, it was little moments that I felt good or felt anything again, I haven't really looked at it for a while though" a little smirk pulling on his lisp "didn't need to after I met you"

That was three days ago, the night after Harry and I came home...distracted from unpacking his apartment.

We were currently on the couch, Harry had one of his typical romance movies on with his head resting low on my stomach in between my thighs, there is the whole other side of the couch for him to lie on, but when I told him 'Harry, your legs are hanging off the end of the couch, I'll still know you like me if you lay next to me'

He told me 'Shush, you're missing the best part, and you're the comfier than the couch'

It was late and we had already eaten dinner, I was putting off my plan all day, I was nervous he wouldn't like it.

Harry was tired of unpacking boxes because I made us unpack everything today, I needed to keep myself distracted and we didn't get anything done yesterday after we talked about his mum.

We lied out here for the rest of the day, watching movies and talking, a little bit more about his mum but mostly about random shit, like what musician had a bigger impact on music now, he said Stevie knicks...he's so fucking wrong, it was David Bowie.