In between (short story)

Chapter 4

Room 436 wasn’t that far away from my room. I knock three times and turn around on my heels. It’s like I have to pee, just because I’m so inpatient! My fingers start to tingle. 

“Chloë?” a rasped voice says. Startled I turn around and I didn't even notice the door was already open. 

Only a towel is wrapped around his waist. His body is gleaming and covered with drops. 

“I'm sorry, I was showering...” 

I was right and my face is turning relieved. 

“Did you need me for something?” he asks when I didn't say anything yet. I just stare at him. My eyes are enjoying the view.

“Chloë?” I scare up and gasp.

“Sorry...” I say breathless. “I just wanted...” I can't find the right word to describe my feelings at the moment. I’m afraid of his reaction. And to be honest, I’m afraid of my own words. This isn't right. I am not allowed to feel so good in his presence. Harry's just a friend. 

Harry looks interrogatively. 

“Can I come in?” 

Harry smiles and opens the door a bit more. His room is a mess, that's the least I can say. His bed isn't made up and his clothes are everywhere. 

“Sorry for the mess...” he says while cleaning up a bit. “But I'll get dressed and then you can say what's happened.” he smiles and before I can answer he's gone. 

My hands are close to my body and I’m afraid to move. His clothes that he's been wearing all day are laying on his pillow. And on the pillow next to it, is a little notebook. I take a look at the door and when I see it's still closed, I run to the bed and grab the notebook. 

It's Harry's handwriting. 

[19 january 2013]

Liam's gone for a couple of weeks. Is that a good thing or a bad thing. Okay, I'll miss him a lot because he's a good friend but... Chloë stays here. 

I can't suppress my feelings anymore. It's so hard to see her with Liam. Everytime they kiss, there's like a knife going right through my chest. I just want to hold her and whisper the things I love about her. That cute smile, everytime Liam kisses her on her forehead. That thing she does when she gets nervous. And the way she bites her lip when she concentrates on something. That's the moment that I want to grab her by her waist and kiss her right on her perfect shaped lips. I want to stroke her cheekbones and slide my fingers through her soft hair. 

Like the moment when she wrapped her arms around my waist when we got on the jetski. She was so cute. I hope she didn't notice my heart beating faster. I couldn't say anything, I just wanted to hold her.

She's everything I want and everything I need right now. What's she doing right now? Probably thinking about Liam and forget the wonderful time we had on the beach. I'm meaningless to her. Just a friend. 

I stare at the paper. I didn't see this one coming. With trembling hands I browse to another page.

[23 September 2013]

Liam introduced us to a really nice girl. She's a bit shy but I don't mind. She gave me a hug while she whispered her name into my ear. I shivered. She has the most beautiful name I've ever heard. And when she turned back to Liam she smiled perfectly. 

....

The door of the bathroom opens and I throw the notebook on the bed again. My heart beating like an idiot and I even smiled like one when Harry comes in. He's wearing his sweatpants and a hoodie who fits perfectly with his body. I recognize his hoodie. He wore it the first time I saw him. 

I bite on my lip while I’m watching him. His cheeks turn red and he gets nervous. But then, his eyes wander to the notebook, which is not laying on the pillow anymore. His cheeks are getting redder. And I’m almost sure his lips are trembling. Slowly I walk towards him. He just stares at the notebook. Carefully I touch his shoulder and now his eyes are directed to me. He's looking very deep in my eyes. It's getting me week at the knees. Tears are filling his eyes.

“I'm sorry...” he starts his voice even more raspier. “I didn't want you to know. You're dating Liam and I respect that.” He's crying silently. 

I can't take it anymore and kiss his full lips. It felt so wrong, it's like his lips are drowning into poison. But I can't take my lips off his. I want to kiss him till eternity. Until I can't breathe anymore. My fingers grab a bunch of curls and squeeze in them. My other hand rest on his neck. He doesn't do anything. He just stands there, paralyzed. I push my body against his and now he's reacting. His strong fingers grab my shirt and it's like he's trying to rip it off. He pushes his lips even stronger onto mine and in the back of his throat arises a little moan. My wet hair isn't save for his other hand. My beanie falls on the ground and I have to grab Harry to stay on my feet. His teeth bite softly in my upper lip and it makes me to want more. 

His left hand slips under my thin shirt and start to stroke over the dimples in my back. My nails scratch in the skin of his neck. My hands release him and open my jeans which falls immediately on the ground. 

Harry just stares at me, and I’m so happy I put on matching underwear. I glance through my wet hair at his beautiful face as he starts to take off his pants too. His hands grab me by my hair roughly and he pushes me against the wall. He kisses me hungrily and moans loudly. My stomach is going crazy and I want to be as close as I can. Harry takes off his shirt and try not to leave my lips. His hair is even more messier than ever and it turns me on so badly. My fingers stroke over his birdtattoo on his chest and I press my nails in it. He picks me up by my waist and throw me on the bed. The notebook falls onto the ground and Harry jumps on me. Only the thin cotton of my shirt obstruct the fact that he wants to take off my bra. It doesn't take that long till he helps to take off my shirt. He shapes his hands like cups on my breasts and squeeze in them softly. The bulb in his boxers stroke against my intense spot. A heavy gasp escapes between my lips.

Harry kisses my neck and sucks on the skin. I close my eyes and enjoy every movement he makes. I just want to feel his body against mine everywhere.