The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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Haven's POV:

It's been a busy week since we hung out with Maya and Liam, so busy that I've barely spent any time with Harry.

I hate to sound like I can't spend a day without him. . .but I really miss him.

Maya and I have had to run the restaurant the past couple days while Harry and Liam went about doing God knows what throughout the city. I haven't spoke to Harry for more than 10 minutes at a time before he'd be whisked away on another job that I know shit all about.

I tried asking him about it one night when he called me before bed, but all I got was snapped at before he instantly apologized and blamed it on his exhaustion. So, right now I can only trust that Liam and Harry have each others backs while I also remind myself that he can take care of himself. He was doing this long before I met him.

Yes, a very long time.

I dry my hair before changing into a sweater and a fresh pair of panties when a knock sounds at the door. I don't bother putting on pants knowing that there is really only one person who ever actually comes here. I've now been accustomed to keeping my knife at the door instead of keeping it on me and as soon as I see a tired looking Harry through the peep hole I know it won't be needed.

Opening the door, his expression looks tired but quickly changes when he takes in my appearance. It's clear that I have no pants on, but the length of my sweater hangs low enough to cover the flesh of my ass.

His lips pull into a smirk when he walks in, pressing a long kiss to my mouth that has my heart beat speeding up to an unhealthy rate. "Well hello Sunny." he smiles.

"Hey baby." I return the smile against his lips before pulling him into a tight hug. Reaching up on my tip toes, he hugs me back just as hard, kicking the door shut with his foot.

He chuckles when I don't pull away and with my head buried in his neck I press soft kisses, allowing his scent to envelop me which I gladly save to memory. "I missed you too." he squeezes.

"Liam told me you'd both be out all night when he stopped by the restaurant tonight." I walk further into my apartment, yelping when he lands a hard smack to my ass.

I glare at him over my shoulder, watching him smile back with a toothy grin that has me stuttering over my words. I don't know how he does it, but whether it be brushing his teeth or throwing out a piece of trash, he always finds a way to turn me into a love sick fool.

"I needed a break." he tells me taking a seat at my kitchen table clad in sweats while I begin making him a PB&J sandwich.

Looking over my shoulder, he rests his head on the table and I can clearly tell that the exhaustion is catching up with him. "You look tired, you should have just gone home and went to bed." I set the plate down in front of him, my finger brushing his hair.

"I did to change, but I wanted to see you." he mumbles lifting his head to see the sandwich before him. I have to turn away to hide the giddy smile that runs across my face at his words.

As he grabs one half of the sandwich, he kicks out the chair beside him to silently tell me to sit down. He mumbles a thank you after taking a bite and pushes the plate with the remaining half in my direction.

I take it gladly and as I finish my first bite, he asks me. "So how did you sleep this week?" he looks genuinely interested in my answer.

"Surprisingly very well. I thought I wouldn't because you weren't there, but besides very minor nightmares, I was completely fine. I even went back to sleep after them." I tell him proudly.