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51 | I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me)

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Serenity.

There were two times that I remembered Harry's voice to be so deafening: the very first day I met him and when I saw him the time I saw him after he 'assigned' Joelle to be in charge of my investment. 

After he started to open up to me, the amount of rage towards people practically diminished. His mood was happier and everyone — including me — was thankful for that.

Harry was quiet almost all day, never speaking up about anything important. But there was one thing that suddenly changed: he was suddenly very affectionate. 

In the early morning hours, he managed to turn me around in my sleep and spoon me. I was awake when he did that but pretended I was still asleep. His breath was warm on me as he nuzzled himself in my neck, pressing a soft kiss on my skin while his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. And when we woke, we stayed in bed cuddling for over an hour, our fingers intertwined together as his eyes were on me. It was mainly silent, light tickling here and there, feeling the presence of each other, delicate feather touches over the features on my face. He smiled slightly and occasionally.

He kept following me around in the kitchen, finding a way to touch me in any way possible. Whether he kept his body pressed against my back with his hands on my hips, or beside me so that our arms touched, or just hovering incredibly close to me. All of that without managing to injure himself or bump me into some form of danger. It was the kitchen, after all.

On Monday, when he went to work, he kept sending me 'I miss you' texts. Each one with a short update on what he was doing with a pet name attached. He tried to postpone all of the meetings he could, and as soon as he was done, I was surprised by him visiting me at the studio.

Harry didn't sit in my office to wait for me, or sit on the piano bench, playing some classical tune, but instead, he stood at the back of the studio watching me teach. It was a class for my little prodigies, and the moms had a nice time joining him after I brought out some chairs. I was used to it after the first couple of times because I couldn't change how attractive Harry was; he would obviously get swooning looks. But I didn't mind for the simplest reason: he was going home with me.

That came true because, of course, we exited Starlight with our fingers intertwined, going home together with a promise to drop me off in the morning since my car was still parked on the street. The second we were seated on the fine leather of his SUV, he grasped hold of my hand again.

And when we were cuddling in bed, I could feel that our limbs even closer than usual. Still, a bare minimum of words were spoken.

Today was no different.

I gave him comforting smiles and kisses whenever I could. I even tried giving them to him before he asked with our favourite phrase: kissy. I knew he appreciated everything I was doing for him; however, his silence yesterday and about what happened, numbed my veins.