Unspoken, but Loved (H.S)

Chapter 7-I really like you

Waking up, I felt strong arms wrapped around me. I looked over to see the curly headed boy laying his head on my stomach. Sometime in the night, he must've laid his head there. Feeling my movements from waking up, Harry shifted slightly mumbling incoherent sounds. He tightened his arm around me, snuggling more into me. I slightly laughed at his want of close contact with me.

"What are you laughing at love," his raspy morning voice mumbled sleepily. I shook my head to indicate it was nothing. He looked at me with an unamused face and before I knew it, he flipped me over and began tickling me. Laughing uncontrollably, I tried to detach his fingers from my ribs to stop the torture. After another few seconds, he stopped with a smile seemingly permanent, on his chapped lips.

"You look beautiful for just waking up, that's unfair love," Harry pouted sticking his bottom lip out huffing. I covered my face smiling from embarrassment. He peeled my hands away from my face and held them to my side, wanting to stare at my face. He looked into my eyes and it seemed he wanted to lean in closer, but held himself back, and instead, un-straddled me, lifting himself off the bed.

He held his hand out, waiting for me to grab it, and when I did, he interlocked his ringed hand with my fragile one. Gently pulling me behind him, he led me to the kitchen and let go of my hand to get the both of us a glass of water. I sat on one of the four stools, watching his body movements getting the water. Placing the glass in front of me, he took a sip of the cool beverage and placed it back on the countertop.

I wanted to bring up what I heard him whisper last night but I was too scared to ask him. I didn't want it to get awkward between us. It was really weird, when he cuddled me into him, I feel butterflies in my stomach. I feel a weird sense of love when I'm around him and I've never felt that way before. I didn't know how or if I should act on these feelings at all. And I didn't want to scare him away.

Distracted by my thinking, I didn't notice arms wrapped around my thin torso. Just as I noticed, I was being lifted off the stool and being carried into the living room. Harry gently dropped me on the sofa, crawling next to me, spooning me without touching me too much. I appreciated his concern for me and my comfort level of touch.

I looked back at his face, and I swear I saw a glimmer in his green emerald orbs. He was staring at my lips, licking his own, and looked into my eyes. Our faces were only inches apart due to the position we were already in. Harry leaned in, touching my forehead to his, and closed his eyes. I followed suit, not really knowing what we were doing, but decided I should put to use my little trust I had in him.

Moments later, I felt his warm minty breath directly on my pink flushed face. Slowly bringing up his hand, he placed it on my cheek, using his thumb to softly rub my cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry whispered nervously, almost not audible. For once, without nodding, I took the very small amount of confidence I actually had, and leaned in. He took this as his answer and connected our shaky lips. His soft lips touched mine, creating sparks, fireworks only dreamed of creating. Taking a chance, I slowly brought one of my hands up to his face, gently cupping the side of his cheek. He leaned into my touch, and slowly tried slipping his tongue in my mouth. This was my first kiss, so I didn't exactly know what to do or expect. His soft tongue danced around in my mouth, deepening the kiss to a new level. After about 30 seconds, we both pulled away breathless, and a loss of words.

I think Harry knew this was a large step for me, so after pulling away, he embraced me into a tight hug. We laid there for hours, just in each other's warm embrace and company, giving soft touches to each other's bodies. Nothing was sexual about this, just a pure bliss of love.

Around 9 P.M, he carried be to my bed, kissed me on the lips lightly, and brought the warm blankets over my shivering body. Before he pulled away, I dug my face into his warm chest, wanting to feel the warmth and smell the comforting scent he seems to carry on him everywhere. He set his head on mine at this moment, and when I pulled away, he pecked my lips once more.

"Goodnight, Ophelia, sleep good, love," he yawned tiredly, taking small steps towards the door, to go to his own bed, wanting to give her some space so she doesn't feel too overwhelmed.

I mouthed 'thank you, you too' to him. He smiled and turned around, closing the door behind him. Staring up at the ceiling, I thought, 'holy fucking shit, that was amazing.' Thinking about the future, I tired myself out, and started to drift to dreams of the two of us, together, forever.