Complicated // h.s.

twelve

Song of the Chapter: Meet Me in the Middle by Jesse Ware

*Sawyer's POV*

Harry and I walked along the beach for what seemed like hours. We never let go of each other's hands until I got tired of walking and Harry put me on his back so that I didn't have to walk. I giggled into his neck causing him to pretend to drop me and then I panicked and wrapped my arms around his neck tighter than before.

"Sawyer, we have a problem." Harry said after a few moments of silence.

I rolled my eyes. What else could happen tonight?

"What is it?" I asked him.

Harry took me off his back and he looked around us. We weren't really on the beach anymore. We were just trying to make it back to the house.

"I think we're lost. We might have passed the house." Harry told me as he still looked around.

"What do you mean we passed the house? It is a big ass mansion. How could we miss it?" I asked him suddenly getting worried.

Harry was silent and then he continued walking as if he didn't just tell me that we were lost. The restaurant we were at wasn't too far from the house, so I had no idea how we actually passed the house. I then caught up with Harry and grabbed his arm.

"Are you the least bit worried that we are lost on an island?" I asked him.

Harry just shrugged and then continued walking with little concern.

"We shouldn't be too far." Harry announced.

He began to take long strides as we entered the road. I followed close behind him and then he abruptly stopped and held his hand out for me. I grabbed his hand and he laced his fingers with mine. I loved affection from Harry. It assured me that he still actually care for a while.

"I guess this is the perfect time to tell you, Sawyer." Harry began.

Oh, shit. I hope it wasn't anything bad. I had enough bad news for now.

"What?" I asked with a roll my eyes.

"You shouldn't roll your eyes. It's quite rude." Harry spoke.

"What the fuck do you have to tell me, Harry?" I asked growing frustrated.

He was silent once again as if he was still contemplating on if he should still tell me or not.

"I'm moving out when we get back to California." He finally spoke.

What?

"Why?" I asked him growing upset.

He cleared his throat as I let go of his hand. He looked over at me seeming hurt that I pulled away from his hold. He tried to grab my hand, but I successfully attempted to hold it back from him.

"It's time for me to move on. I've been living at my dad's house for two months. I think it is time for me to move out. I found a place already... I'm going to sign the papers once we go back to California." Harry explained to me.

I nodded but then I realized that he wasn't even looking at me to see my silent response.

"Is it something that I did?" I asked growing concerned that he didn't want to be around me any longer.

He shook his head and then looked over at me. He then stopped in his tracks and faced me so that he could hold my cheek in his large hand.

"No, baby, it's not. It just doesn't feel like my home. It's not you, I swear. It is just time for me to live on my own. I have more than enough money to provide for myself ever since working with my dad." Harry explained to me. "Besides, you are moving out soon and living on your university's campus."

I just nodded my head as he caressed my cheek.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll let you have a key to my apartment so that you can come any time." Harry suggested.

I smiled and kissed his hand that was on my face.

"I'll like that." I bit my lip but Harry brought my bottom lip out of my mouth and then latched his lips onto mine.

+

Harry and I finally found the house. Most of the lights were still on although it was past two in the morning. I walked into the living room and dragged Harry along to sit with me. I was grateful that no one was in there because I wasn't ready to confront anyone about Harry and me. We collapsed on the couch with Harry wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me in so that my head was lying on his chest. I started drawing shapes around his torso and hip to distract me as we were momentarily silent. I continuously traced his v line to admire the toned area.

"Harry..." I started as I looked up at him.

He raised his eyebrows and waited for me to continue.

"What are we?" I asked him genuinely wanting to know.

He was silent as he looked away from me. He began to tap his fingers on his thigh as he was trying to avoid eye contact with me.

"What do you want to be, baby?" he finally asked me.

Harry saying things like that wanted me to fuck him right on the spot.

"Sawyer, I'm waiting." He said sounding impatient.

I knew that Harry and I didn't want to show any of our feelings towards each other. We weren't like that in general.

"Well, we're not just having sex now. That's for sure." I finally spoke.

He chuckled as he tightened his grip around me.

"I like being near you. I like hearing your laugh... and seeing you smile could cure cancer. I like touching you, a lot. I like that you don't put yourself out there, and you let people in slowly. I like you close to me like this. I like how you have zero tolerance for bullshit. I like how you came running after me today instead of staying with Louis. I like how you say that you don't care, but you obviously care a lot. I love your beautiful brown eyes that drive me insane every time I look into them. I like how honest you are. I like how you aren't into romance. I like how I don't have to try with you... it just comes easy with you. Your hair... is impeccable. Your body is so... damn sexy. I could kiss every inch of it until my mouth is dry." I could feel my cheeks getting red and I looked away from him because I didn't want him to see me blushing. "I know that I have only known you for two months, but I honestly feel like I have known you my whole life."

"Harry..."

Before I could speak, he connected his lips with mine in a deep kiss. His thumb ran across my jaw as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. He was the first to pull away and I whimpered slightly already missing the contact.

"I want you, Sawyer." Harry spoke softly. "I do."

I kissed him gently not wanting to part from him.

"I'm yours... I'm all yours."

Our foreheads were connected as we stared into each other's eyes. I sighed as he pecked my lips.

"Promise me." I said softly. "Promise me that you just want leave. I already had too many people leave me." 

It was a desperate plea, but Harry still smiled a sincere smile at me. It is like he knew that I needed assurance. He was just waiting for me to say it first, so that he could confirm what I really wanted. 

"I promise, baby."

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it's so hard for me to write sappy, cute stuff because i'm not into sappy, cute stuff tbh so sorry if it is shitty bc i refuse to have sappy, cute stuff in my life. but aye, they are finally together. that's fun.

-k