Dream On [HS.AU]

Chapter Thirty

Halle Henry

I'm leaving for New York in two hours for the awards tonight, and Harry isn't coming. We found out about the nominees two weeks ago and I think every day since Sam said no, Harry has tried to convince him to let him come. Sam seems to be pretty stubborn, because after two weeks of convincing, he still said no.

It's been a busy two weeks. Harry has been in the studio non-stop, recording a new record to see if Sam will let him go to New York for the night, which didn't work. I've been in LA the whole time, but I've had a lot of radio shows and interviews for different TV shows about music which was fun. My song Leave Me Alone is number two on the charts too, and my record is doing way better than everybody here anticipated.

Last night I was tired and went to bed early. Well, I sat in my bed listening to music at around nine PM. It was my first night off in a while so I really did want that early night before travelling for a one night trip to New York. I packed last night, and my outfit is already at the hotel apparently.

Last night though, at 10PM there was a knock on the door and Harry was there with a smile on his face. We haven't seen a lot of each other these past two weeks, only in the evenings. We've gone for lunch two or three times, just for the picture so the Roses and Thorns would write about us going for a friendly dinner, and they did.

He came in and we talked, caught up properly because the only times we really have seen each other is when we're being forced to be friendly, or when we're at a work event. It was nice to talk to him properly, without the pressure of worrying whether we'd look too friendly in a restaurant or be caught smiling at each other too many times at a work dinner.

Then we went to bed, he helped me close my suitcase, laughing at me for how much I had packed for a one night trip to New York where my outfit and makeup gets provided for me. I wasn't sure if he'd stay over, wasn't sure what he'd want considering for the last two weeks nothing has felt the way it did before.

Then he kissed me, both hands on my cheeks as we stumbled back onto the bed. The way he hovered above me smiling, telling me that he missed me, it made my heart feel funny, and worrying kind of funny.

I missed the way his lips felt against mine, and my neck, and my collar bones. I missed the way our bodies felt against each other, skin on skin with our hands smoothing over every inch of skin possible. I missed running my hands through his hair and hearing the hum he'd let out when I tugged a little tighter on his roots. I missed the words he'd whisper in my ear, sweet nothings that would make my heart flutter.

The way he'd shift his hips to thrust into me and main eye contact throughout the majority of intimate moments has my stomach doing flips. Then when he'd even hold my hand whilst whispering the filthiest things into my ear to create such a sweet contrast between the delicateness of his gesture, between the roughness of the words that would fall from his lips and send butterflies to my stomach.

Afterwards, we showered. He washed my hair so tenderly and when he'd catch me getting self conscious he'd tell me he thought I was beautiful. Harry and I might not be anything, but I've never been so bewildered by a man ever. Everything he does makes me smile, and sure not treating a woman like shit after sex should be the bare minimum, but in this day and ager it isn't Harry making me feel like he cares about be out with sex means a lot to me, it really does.

I didn't expect him to stay over, but he did. When I woke up to the sight of him lying asleep facing me, one arm lying across my stomach with his hair strewn across his forehead, it felt like the most picturesque moment ever.

After ten minutes of my lying  there looking at the blank walls of my room and appreciating the sunrise out of the window, with the blinds I never even close, Harry finally woke up. He just opened his eyes and stayed how he was, with one arm over my stomach and the other under his head.