The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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Harry's POV:

I dipped my head down and kissed her cheek, then pulled out of her as gingerly as I could before collapsing onto my side facing her. My arm had been nearly shaking from keeping my weight on it for so long, so I sighed happily when I pulled my pillow from under Bee's lower back and tucked it under my head.

I tugged the blanket from over our faces, enjoying the cool gust of air across my upper body and being able to see Bee in slightly more light. I focused on her face as she was lying on her back with her stare focused on the ceiling, her expression unreadable.

My hand found her belly under the blanket, and when I rubbed a couple of gentle circles over it, she turned her head to look at me and brought her hand to rest over mine. Her lips curled up into a small, but forced, smile.

I sighed and patted her belly. "You're sad," I quietly stated.

She sighed and turned over to face me, her hands tucked under her cheek on her pillow, and I kept my hand on her hip. "I'll miss you," is all she said, her eyes darting between mine.

I looked at her for a moment, then took my hand off her hip to roll over and turn on my bedside lamp. When I rolled back to face her and bring my hand back to her hip, her blond brows were furrowed.

Seeing her face in more light, I took in her rosy cheeks which contrasted greatly with her pale green eyes. Her chest and arms were pink too, and she glistened slightly with sweat, her hair an absolute mess of waves around her face.

I smiled at the confused look on her face as I brought my hand to her cheeks, brushing the small pieces of hairs from her face.

"Do you have some kind of weird thing for sad girls?" she asked, making me puff out a laugh and drag my hand down her neck and chest, slowly finding its way to her waist again.

Meeting her eyes, I said, "Just haven't seen you properly in a few hours. Missed you."

Her cheeks blushed deeply and she inhaled sharply. "Stop doing that," she scolded in a hushed voice.

I smiled. "What?"

"Being so charming. I hate it."

"You love it."

She bunched her lips together in a frustrated pout, very clearly trying not to smile, so I brought my face closer to hers until my forehead was on hers and she finally broke into a smile.

"God, Harry," she said, pulling back from me and turning to be on her back again. "That's definitely one thing that hasn't changed about you since before we even met." She brought a hand to her hair, lightly combing through the strands at the top of her head.

I tilted my head against my pillow, curious. "What's that?"

She turned her head to me, resting the back of her hand on the top of her forehead, her pink fingernails delicately fiddling with one another.

"You never let me stay sad."

Tears pricked my eyes, quickly and involuntarily. My chest grew heavy and full, and a warmth spread across my whole body, even my ears feeling hot. I looked down and took a deep breath to try to get a hold of myself.

Her other hand came up from under the blanket and grasped onto my chin, tilting it up until my glassy eyes met hers again.

"Harry..." she whispered, turning her body toward me again just as a tear fell from my eye while I kept my gaze on hers.

"That-," I stuttered, "That means more than you know."

"Happy tears then?" she asked with a soft smile, dabbing a couple fingertips on my wet cheek, and I nodded immediately. "Good," she stated.