Unspoken, but Loved (H.S)

Chapter 11-Yes

It's been a few days since Anne and Gemma left, to fly back to London. They did apologize to me multiple times, which I appreciated, but was still hesitant of letting them in close to me.

Harry said he had to go somewhere for a few hours, but said he'd be back around 3. Left alone in the huge house, I decided to explore around more, realizing I haven't seen the whole house. Walking down a different hallway, I was met with a similar door, seemingly thicker than the others. I turned the knob and stepped inside. Inside, it was filled with many types of instruments and recording equipment. Guitars lined the walls, along with a grand piano in the corner with a shine to it. Noticing plaques on one of the walls, I walked up to read them.

In shock, I saw Harry's name on all of them, along with a name One Direction, on some of them.  Some were gold, platinum and silver. Putting this altogether, I was amazed to figure out he's a very successful musician.

Being so focused on the achievements in front of me, I didn't notice a body standing behind me. Arms snaked around my waist, making me jump and flinch away.

"Oh, sorry love, I thought you heard me come in, I see you've found my music room," Harry apologized into my ear.

I turned around and placed my face in his chest. Reaching up to my tip toes, I pecked his lips. Smiling into the kiss, Harry deepened it by pulling me closer to his warm body. I slipped my hand into his pocket and grabbed his phone, opened it up, and went to his notes.

"This is incredible Harry, you never mentioned you were a musician and famous! I'm in shock right now," I wrote, turning the screen to Harry's face, letting his read the print. He smiled, slipping his fingers underneath my sweater. Gradually backing out of the room, lips still attached, he backed me into his room and laid me down on his soft comforter. His large hands made their way over my stomach, while he straddled me. I moved my hands boldly under his sweatshirt, running my fingers along his butterfly tattoo.

Harry stared with lust into my eyes. I could tell he was hesitant to touch me. He didn't want to ruin anything between us. Taking my hands out of his sweater, I reached down to my own and gently started lifting mine off of my torso.

"Love, we don't have to do anything further if you aren't comfortable Ophelia," Harry spoke concerned coming to a halt above me. I shook my head indicating I wanted more.

Harry flipped us over so I was now straddling him.

"Ophelia, will you do the honors and become my girlfriend?" Harry questioned with love laced in his raspy voice. In shock, I knew my answer immediately. I wanted to do more than nod. He deserved so much more than the same gesture I use everyday to answer simple easy questions.

Gathering the courage in the silence between us, I mustered up to finally give Harry more than a nod.

Struggling to find my voice, that haven't used in over 8 years, I tried to make some sort of word fall out of my mouth.

"Yes," I very quietly whispered, not even sure I made a sound. Looking into Harry's eyes, his jaw dropped.

"Ophelia, I'm so proud of you love, so proud. I love you so much," Harry, eyes wide with pride, smiled at me. If even possible, his eyes grew larger.

"Oh my god, I didn't mean to say that. I mean, I do, wait, shit. I do love you Ophelia, I know it's early, but it's true," Harry freaked out, studying my face for my reaction.

I just smiled widely and slightly laughed at his stress over what he said.

"I love you too," I spoke gently. I fell into Harry's torso, deeply kissing him. I wanted to feel him, show him the love I truly have for him, so I ran my hands all over his chest and neck. I sucked on his neck, feeling his groan underneath me. Then he flipped me over, now on top. He looked deep in my eyes, full of lust and love, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric laying on my body. I took control reaching down between us to lift the material off my body completely. Harry saw what I was trying to do, so he helped tug it off my body, flinging it somewhere in the heated room.