One Life

Chapter Nine

Was it wrong that we'd slept in the same bed for second or third time? Friends could do that, right? Just like they could kiss, and make it seem like nothing, even if they "liked" each other, right?

It seemed like atleast 30 minutes after I awoke when Harry had woken up too. It was about 7:30am.

We didn't do anything inappropriate last night, just two friends talking.

Harry yawned, wrapping his arm around my waist. "GoodMorning, Friend." He teased.

My gaze moved from the ceiling to his face. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't.

Friends could snuggle, right?

"Hi." I said, laying on his bare chest.

Incase you're asking; No, I did not tell Harry about me having cancer. Why? Well I didn't want to drive him away. Duh...

He hugged me, running his hand through my hair.

"Why ever did you cut your hair?"

I pushed my head back to lay on his shoulder, observing every tiny detail in the tattoos on his hairless chest.

I sighed, which probably tickled his skin... "It's complicated..."

"I've got a few minutes. Uncomplicate it, babe."

"Babe? You British people still do that?"

I could tell he was annoyed everytime I referred myself as an American.

"You're British too, Nimrod."

I looked up at him, annoyed.

He quickly chuckled, and rubbing my back. "What? Friends can call each other names."

I don't know why, but my fingers began softly caressing Harry's collar bone, and chest.

I realized that he didn't sleep in his chain that always hung around his neck, yet he wore it everyday.

He released a low throaty groan. Either my fingers were irritating his skin, or he enjoyed my fingers gliding over him. What ever the reason was, it was irrelevant.

"Sorry." I giggled, setting my hand on his opposite shoulder from my head, unmoving.

Harry chuckled at me, moving my hand to from his left shoulder to the left part of his chest just a few inches away, where a small thump appeared every second. I watched as our fingers were intertwined over his heart.

"It's okay." Harry said.

We laid in that comfortable position, whispering things to each other, for about 20 minutes when Harry's phone went off interrupting us. I don't know why we were whispering... Because no one else was able hear us. But I was glad we did, because I had this slight ringing in my right ear.

Harry slid me from on top of him softly, going to get his phone.

"Hello?"

Harry paced slowly at the foot of the bed, my eyes watching him carefully.

Instead of trying to eavesdrop, I was too mesmerized with how perfect he looked with no shirt on, and his tight black jeans.

"Mhm, okay. I'll be there in a few." He caught me staring at him, and threw a wink my way.

I sat up, contemplating what he was saying now.

"I will, I will."

Then he hung up, slipping his phone into his pocket.

Harry came sitting on my bed with with his bare muscular back faced to me, and his head down in his hands.

I placed a hand on his back, "What's wrong?"