Songbird [H.S]

FORTY-FOUR

"Dance with me, lovie."

Marley felt Harry come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek softly. The blonde giggled as he gently dragged her away from the chopping board and into the middle of the kitchen, taking her hand to spin her around so she was facing him. A giddy smile tugged at his lips as he swayed them to the sound of the radio filtering through the room, savouring every gentle touch Marley gave him as her arms found their way around his neck. Their lips were inches apart as they danced, fighting the temptation to meet in an intimate kiss. Harry however teased her, pretending to move in for a kiss, only to pull away the moment Marley's lips grazed his.

"We have to finish dinner, Bambi." She whispered, giggling when Harry pulled her waist against him tighter the moment she tried to slip away from him.

"Fuck the dinner. I wanna dance with my lovie." Harry smirked, finally pushing his soft lips against Marley's in a desperate kiss. She sighed into it, allowing him to take control and walk her back towards the counter where they settled themselves contently.

Marley's fingers tugged on Harry's curls, earning a gentle groan in return. She felt his touch tickle her skin, exploring her body before trailing up her skirt. Things were escalating a little too quickly, especially when Marley's entire family was in the next room. As much as the girl wanted Harry to continue, she had to stop him.

"Baby, we can't. Not right now." She breathed out, reluctantly pushing him away so they could continue to cook the dinner. Harry let out a whine, pouting like a child when he had no choice but to give in. The last thing he wanted was Mark walking in as he bent Marley over the kitchen counter.

"I will be finishing this later, lovie." He stated, giving her a serious look. The poor lad hadn't been able to be alone with Marley in a while and he was starting to get desperate. Turns out that having a baby around all hours of the day makes it very difficult to spend time with your girlfriend without any kind of interruptions.

"Yeah? And how will you manage that." Marley teased, knowing full well the evening will run away with them and they'd end up having no time to sneak off somewhere.

"I have my ways, darling." Harry smirked, kissing Marley a final time before letting her go completely. He returned to what he'd been doing before he got bored and resumed peeling the potatoes Marley had given him.

It was a Sunday evening and per tradition, everyone was round for a Sunday roast. This time, Marley and Harry had been nominated to cook the dinner under the reasoning of having to practise for when they eventually had their own place. Louis and Ben had been invited, albeit a little reluctantly, and were currently in the lounge with the rest of the Tomlinsons entertaining Josie so she didn't start whining for her parents.

It was rare that Harry was alone like this with Marley and he wanted to make the most of it. Even doing domestic tasks like cooking or doing laundry was enough, he just loved spending time with his girlfriend.

"I love you." He whispered, acting as if it was a secret. No matter how many times she heard Harry say those three words, Marley still blushed like it was the first time.

"I love you too."

Music played softly in the room, the radio playing a mixture of popular rock hits that Harry claimed were too cheesy to listen to. However, it didn't stop him from subconsciously humming along and swaying his hips as he helped Marley with the cooking.

"I've been thinking..." He suddenly announced.

"Uh oh, this can't be good." Marley chuckled lightly, noticing how Harry had stopped peeling the potato in his hand. He looked a little nervous to bring up whatever was on his mind but he smiled as her eyes met his.