Limerence • h.s.

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A/N- * some slight themes of abuse in this one. TW.

HARRY

I can't get enough of her. She's like an Addiction that makes me forget all of the bad things. Even if it's a bad idea, I want it anyway. I want her. How am I supposed to quit now? I held out for as long as I could. I never expected to lose my fight, I figured I would be strong and it would be easy to be her friend.

I didn't know she would be this beautiful. She's tucked into my side, the sun bathing her soft skin. Her cheek is smushed and she's breathing quietly, still asleep. Even better, she's in one of my t-shirts. Her one leg out of the comforter and draped over my body, her arm resting across my stomach. She's a cuddler, which is something I typically hate. Touch is not for me, I prefer my space. But she's making me go soft, making me yearn for these moments when she's clinging to me like she needs me.

I try to stop myself from running my hand through her hair, but as usual, I can't help myself. My tired eyes scan her face as I let my hand explore her soft blonde hair. The pads of my fingers rub her scalp as I take her in. Maybe this is it, and I need to relish in the feeling of her as much as I can. Maybe she'll be done now that we've finally given in. Maybe once I'm away from her, I'll start to realize what I've done. Maybe everything will fall apart the second we leave this hotel room. Maybe she'll hate me soon.

For now, though, I'll appreciate the fact that I'm the luckiest man on the planet right now. Laying next to her, touching her, reminiscing on the way she melted into me last night. All of that is for me, and I'm keeping all of these moments locked away in the most special part of my brain. I couldn't be happier with where I'm at. Jesus, I'm acting crazy. What am I thinking? All we did was have sex.

Her body stirs, making my hand freeze as I hold my breath, not wanting to disturb her. I just want this moment to last a little longer. Her eyes pinch slightly before they open, a lazy smile gracing her face as she looks up at me. "Good morning," Her voice is so soft, still groggy. I smile back at her, my arm wrapping around her body to keep her close to me. "Sleep okay?" I ask, my heartbeat picking up slightly, making me freak out a bit. I'm nervous.

She nods her head, asking me too. "Like a baby," I smile, making her cheeks blush slightly in response. God, I love when she gets shy. Her plump cheeks pinkening makes my heart soar to new heights and I don't understand it. I can feel my heart rate, and I know she can probably hear it since her head is on my chest. To avoid the weakness, I flip over so she's on her back, my chin lightly resting on her stomach as I lay between her legs.

She lets out a soft giggle and I look up at her in awe. "I need to pee and you're on my bladder," She whines, her hands resting in my hair as she softly pushes me away from her. I let out a groan of protest before lifting myself up to let her shimmy out from under me. She slips away quickly, the warmth of her gone too quickly. I turn my head to watch her trot to the bathroom, the soft sound of her feet on the floor the only sound in the room. I let my head fall into the mattress, exhaling a deep breath to try and regulate my breathing while I have the chance.

She's everywhere. Her scent is lost in the sheets, the strong floral scent that I've slowly grown accustomed to. When she walks by me in the hallway, when we walk home together, and when our bodies are moving together, the scent floods my senses. It's a smell I can't put my finger on, but she smells perfect. Sometimes I can smell the aftermath of her on stage. I'll be forcing myself to focus on the show I'm putting on, trying to stop thinking about her lingering scent all around me.

And last night, even fresh out of the shower, her scent was just as strong. When she was straddling me, it was all I could smell. I couldn't think of anything other than her. She was in every part of my brain. I inhale deeply, one last fix before I jump to my feet. She's been gone too long, I just want to lay in bed with her. I knock on the bathroom door and listen to her shuffle around behind it for a moment before she opens the door, a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.