Fool's Gold [Completed]

12: So Close

We slipped in and out of making love all night, between light kisses and whispered professions of everything we'd kept to ourselves for the past couple of months. It felt right, being there like that with him, like this was what was supposed to be all along.

Eventually we fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms, though I don't recall when that happened. I was too focused on the way his strong arms held onto me like I would disappear if he let go even the slightest bit, and allowing myself to trace across the tattoos on his skin until I inevitably drifted off. It was one of the most peaceful sleeps I'd had in a long while, but this whole trip had seemed to do wonders for calming my nerves and making me able to get through the night without any terrors plaguing me.

Waking up the next morning with the sheets over my body, arms curled around a pillow, and Harry nowhere in sight sent me into a state of confusion, wondering if I had in fact dreamed all of it. The clock read a quarter until noon, so I wondered if maybe he'd left to go say his goodbyes to Niall and Gemma before they left for their honeymoon, but he would've woken me up to do the same if that were the case.

Sitting up, I rubbed my hand against my closed eyes and listened quietly, the hum of running water coming from the bathroom coming to my attention quickly followed by a melody being sung through the stream. It was muffled, but I could hear it clearly and smiled softly to myself, hearing him sing. It was beautiful and I knew I could listen to him sing forever. If I had my choice, I probably would have too.

Carefully, I slipped out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom, hoping to hear him more clearly. The wave of warmth hit me as I stepped into the humid room and I tried my hardest not to make too much commotion so he wouldn't notice my entrance, but the glass doors of the shower didn't do me any favors and he noticed me almost immediately, a cheeky grin coming to his face.

"Morning," he crooned, ducking his head beneath the stream of water to wash his hair free of shampoo. "Hope I didn't wake you."

"You didn't, but the singing was a nice thing to wake up to," I spoke, hoping my voice was loud enough to carry over the sound of the water.

"Care to join me?" He offered. I bit my lip, nodding hesitantly, then opened up the glass doors and stepped inside.

I'd never showered with anyone before, but I assumed it worked the same as showering on your own. Except now you had less space and more opportunities for kissing, which he took advantage of almost immediately by pulling me into him and capturing my lips in a few gentle kisses. I returned each one with a smile and allowed a soft laugh to fall from me as I did.

"Don't even care about morning breath?" I commented quietly.

"Not even a little," he replied, soft smile on his face. "I don't wanna miss a minute of being able to kiss you."

"You'll have to because I need to wash this hair spray out of my hair," I chuckled, but there was a grin on my face as he continued to pepper kisses against my lips regardless.

I pulled away and went to grab my conditioner from the small ledge in the shower, squirting some into my hand and bringing my hands up to his head. He raised a brow and smirked, ducking his head down so I could reach easier.

"Thank you," I said before giving his forehead a peck and then massaged my fingers through his hair.

"Any opportunity to not wash my own hair," he chuckled softly. Closing his eyes, he sighed and leaned his head into my touch, which made it easier to get the rest of the conditioner in before he stood back up to his full height.

He grabbed the washcloth that he'd set aside and put some body wash onto it, pulling me closer again and running it along my skin, the gel lathering into a foam. He watched me the whole time and I felt a shiver running down my spine, the eye contact a reminder of the events from last night.