Muse [h.s.]

45. golden boy

🎵Italian Summer — Stevie Nicks

Ella's POV
two weeks later

"Do you have everything, love? Tom's outside," Harry calls from the bedroom.

I flit my eyes around the bathroom, looking from the sink to the shelves to the cabinet underneath the sink where we stored extra bottles of shampoo and body wash, along with Harry's endless collection of toothbrushes — he insists on having them for when Lydia and Jax plan a trip down again.

I continue my incessant searching, peering into the cabinet before I slam its doors shut in defeat, a low sigh leaving my mouth.

Where the hell could they be?

"Ella, baby?" Harry calls again, this time popping his head of curls into the doorway of the bathroom.

"I can't find my...stuff," I mumble, shutting the cabinets after I opened them once more. I refuse to say the word — not after Harry roared into the loudest fit of laughter that I've never seen a few days ago when I brought it up.

I don't even know why he found it so funny in the first place.

I just love seeing you turn all pink, he had said as he tapped my nose.

He furrows his brows, stepping entirely through the door. "Stuff? What stuff?"

I sigh loudly, shifting uncomfortably from one leg to the other. God, he was going to make me say it, wasn't he?

"My...stuff. You know," I add quietly. "I'm still on my period..."

I brace myself — I already know what Harry's going to say. I could already hear his loud guffaws in my head, chortling away, even if it is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"Oh!" He shouts, as if a lightbulb suddenly flickered over his head. "Your plugs!"

"Babe!" I groan, throwing my head back at the term as Harry begins to laugh loudly, shaking his head.

He absolutely loved calling my tampons 'plugs' ever since we had to rush out the other night to the drugstore a mile away because I hadn't thought of buying any since we've moved into our home.

As we strolled the empty aisles at two in the morning, Harry was being quite comical; he pulled me through the aisles, running through the drugstore as he led me towards the back.

I smile to myself as I recount the way he grabbed my face between his large palms, cradling my cheeks in the way that he always does, and pressed his lips to mine.

"What was that for?" I had asked him once he pulled away, giggling to myself as Harry reached up to squeeze the tip of my nose between his thumb and index finger.

"We haven't had this in a while," Harry had said with a shrug, gesturing with his hands around us where we stood in the empty drugstore aisle. "Just us."

I had leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he tucked me underneath his chin. "Well, it's always just us, baby. Always have been," I had replied, leaning up to look at him, and I could see that familiar light flicker in his gaze as my words settled with him.

Harry had only kissed my forehead gently, before he gently placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face the shelves. The heat rose to my cheeks.

"Well, me, you, and these plugs of yours. Which ones do you need? Are there sizes...do your..do your lady bits have anything to do with it?"