seven || h.s

Her|7

My fingers passed across the droplets of perspiration on my forehead before I added another stroke to my painting. I didn't actually take in my work until after it was completed if I had just started off of emotion. I'd woken up that morning and needed a paint brush. Harry stomped up the stairs probably with a muffin freshly made by Carrie. I listened as his footsteps grew nearer before they descended further down the hallway. He had never been in my room of work. No one had, not even Carrie. I pulled my hair from my ponytail that Harry didn't seem to favor as much as he did my cascading waves, and tip toed from the room, locking the door behind me.

"Good morning."

My startled self spun around to find the most interestingly secret of a person I'd ever met, leaning against the opposite wall from me. He took a bite of his pastry as his eyes focused in on my hand, that still held the metal door nob.

"Good morning Harry."

"Did you eat yet?"

"Uhm, no." I'd been up since before sunrise dwelling in different colors. The aroma of Carrie's amazing baking skills had made its way throughout the second floor, letting me know she had made breakfast. Though the realization didn't distract my working progress.

Harry progressed toward the staircase with me just a few steps behind him. Carrie wiped at the countertop as we approached her. "Good morning gorgeous! I'm surprised someone could get you down from there but of course Harry could do the job," she winked my way while handing me a muffin.

"This breakfast was divine Carrie," Harry sat next to me at the bar.

"Thank you honey. What are you two's plans for today? It's pretty nasty out."

"I have something in mind," Harry took a sip of the tea Carrie handed him just moments before.

Carrie's eyebrows rose, "Ohhh well don't mind little old me. I'm just gonna do some regular cleaning around the house."

She disappeared around the corner as Harry watched me slowly eat my fluffy baked good. After putting the dish where it belonged, I decided to look at him. I knew I was covered in various colors and my legs were exposed by my boy short panties, but it was as if Harry didn't perceive my bareness. His fixed gaze never left my face. My hands gripped the counter I leaned against as we exchange not one word.

"I have something for you to see."

"Do I need to go get dressed?"

"Yes." I nodded, listening to him. I hopped up the stairs and to my room.

Harry waited on my bed as I showered and readied myself. I dressed in the bathroom even when a faint pout dispersed upon his pair of rosy lips when asking Harry to bring my clothes to the door.

A sharp nose grazed across the crook of my neck, "You smell like heaven." I continued my action of placing my mascara into the makeup pouch to which it belonged.

My focus landed on our reflections in the huge mirror before us, "How'd you know I was dressed before walking in here?" The swarthy man towered over me from behind yet his tall form and my somewhat long frame seemed almost complimentary to one another.

Harry's eyes found mine in our mirrored images as his chin rested on the top of my head, "I didn't."

The sky looked like it wanted to weep but not just yet. The gloomy clouds blew over in a high speed due to the raving wind causing my hair to whip about. Harry redid his bun as soon as we entered the vehicle. His hand rested on my thigh just as I expected and we began our drive. Harry took the quickest road to the city which was odd seeing as Harry was known for taking the longest routes possible. I guess he really enjoyed driving.