Vigilante | H.S.

72 | Pleasing

June 19

Diana De Angelais

Harry and I left Holmes Chapel not long after going to see his mum and his sister.

It was heart breaking, knowing what had happened to them, how cruel the world was to such amazing people. Gemma only wanted to help Kieran, she wanted to help her friend, my brother get sober. And because of that, her life was taken from her in such a painful way.

We had walked around for a little bit before getting onto the jet we were on now. It was refreshing, letting out so many bottled up emotions that he had kept hidden away for so long.

He cried and I held him. I knew it meant a lot to him, to finally let it all out and it meant a lot to me too. Even though I knew he was comfortable with me, it was still nice to know that he felt safe enough with me to tell me something that he hasn't told anyone else before.

After walking around and getting some refreshing air, we had to get back on the jet so we could get home to New York after a month of being away, a month of not having to worry about anything, where we could pretend our lives were normal.

I did feel a bit bad when I realised that Donut had spent a whole month with Jade, meaning she's kept him for longer than we've had him, but she really didn't mind, she was a really good aunt to him.

Harry and I were cuddled up on the bed in the back room of the plane, it was a long flight back home and we were both going to be jet lagged if we didn't get any sleep on the flight.

My back was pressed tightly against his chest, his arms were around my stomach, holding me as close to him as possible. My hands were on top of his, holding them around me. His face was nuzzled into the back of my neck, and I could feel every slow breath he let out against my shoulder.

I was completely trapped in his arms, he held me so tightly, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I felt safe in his arms, I always felt so safe in his arms.

His hand crept down my stomach, slipping underneath my shirt. His palm was pressed flat against my stomach, his thumb brushed back and forth across my skin. He was so warm, he was always so warm.

His face nuzzled into the back of my neck even more and he let out a long slow breath of exhaustion that made my hair tickle my cheek. There was something so comforting about being able to feel his chest rising and falling behind me.

He seemed to be in a half sleep, his hand was moving very slowly and gently on my stomach, but his breathing was so slow and our legs were intertwined. The only sound was our slow rhythmic breathing and the hum of the engine of the jet.

He stirred behind me, shuffling a bit to get more comfortable behind me. His hand beneath my shirt began to trace gentle patterns with his fingertips, drawing swirls and circles all over my skin.

I tried to ignore the way his gentle touch was giving me goosebumps, just like he always did. His scent surrounded us completely, I was dressed in his shirt, with him behind me. He always smelled so good and I had no idea how he did it. A mix of clean cotton, vanilla, whisky and just him, whatever it was that was so unique to only him.

His leg was between mine and inched higher by a fraction. I shifted a bit with my back to his chest, adjusting to the higher position of his thigh between mine.

His lips puckered and he pressed a soft kiss to the back of my neck where his face was nuzzled. His fingers trailed up the side of my waist, the shirt that I had on rode up along with his hand.

"Harry..." I breathed out his name when his hand got higher, teasing just at my ribs, but touching me in a way that had goosebumps rising on my skin

"Hmm" he hummed, sounding half asleep.