Twinning

Chapter 17

I spent the night at Harry's...
Yes. I'm still a virgin, okay? We just spent the whole night talking, but of course that was impossible to explain to my mom. Marcel, on the other hand... He came home with Alyssa around 1:30 and well... You can assume what went on behind closed doors with those two. But anyway, I've already told Harry that I want to wait until I get married and he completely understands. In fact, he feels the same way. So anyway, now it's 9:45 in the morning and I'm laying in Harry's bed, he's still sound asleep right next to me.

I smile sleepily as I look at Harry's beautiful face. His curly hair frames his face perfectly and I can't help but reach out and run my thumb over his cheek. This wakes him up and his sleepy eyes stare into mine.

"Good morning babe." He smiles and I take a deep breath, his raspy morning voice is mesmerizing.

"Good morning..." I respond with a smile and he reaches out to mess with a strand of my hair.

"How did you sleep?" I close my eyes for a second and take in this moment,

"Great..." Harry's eyes stare directly into mine and he pulls me in close by my waist.

"Do you know how beautiful you look in the morning..?" He smiles wide and just stares at my lips. I can't help but shake my head and roll my eyes.

"You're so full of shit." I laugh and rest my forehead on his.

"Oh really now? But it's the truth." Harry carefully pulls me on top of him and he slides his hands around my waist, hugging me completely into him. Our lips connect once again and this time there is no holding back, no awkwardness, it's perfect. But even though it seems more natural, I still feel that overwhelming happiness every time we touch. We sit for a moment like this, staring into each others eyes. After a while, I roll over so I'm back on my side of the bed and I sigh.

"What's for breakfast?" I finally ask, I'm starving. Of course, leave it to me to ruin a moment to talk about food.

"I think we should go out, Alyssa is probably still here..." Harry sounds a bit embarrassed and I just scoff. We agree to go out so I go to the bathroom to freshen up. My top is wrinkled and I sigh, trying to smooth it out. Other than that, I find Harry's brush and brush out my hair. There's not much I can do otherwise, so I step out to greet Harry.

"Put on a shirt!" I exclaim. Harry immediately turns around to face me,

"Oh shut up, I'm just changing. Besides, I know you love it." He smirks and takes a step towards me. I bite my cheek to hide my smirk and just take one step back. He takes another step to me, a bigger one, closing the gap between us. He then throws his shirt aside and leans in towards me. I let out a laugh and place one hand on his bare chest, the warmth and strength overwhelms me and I take a deep breath. "I told you you love it." He raises an eyebrow and before I can do anything, Harry aggressively grabs my waist and pushes my back against the wall. I gasp a bit, surprised.

"Harry!" I laugh and he just pushes me against the wall more. I finally look up into his eyes. His perfect curls somewhat cover his eyes a bit, but I can still see the perfect green glow. He smirks, and when he smirks it lights up his eyes. A playful glimmer sets in. I can't help but laugh again, finally Harry leans his forehead on mine. I take a deep breath, trying to tame the butterflies in my stomach. Harry's eyes flutter shut and so do mine. I can hardly breathe and I can feel his nose nudge mine. His warm breath now dances on my lips and I can feel my lips curl up into a smile.

"Jennifer." Harry whispers my name.

"Harry." I whisper back, mockingly. I can hear him laugh a tiny bit and I immediately deepen my smile. Finally I feel his plump lips set on mine. Our lips fit into place and I reach up and rest my hands around his neck. We hang onto this kiss as long as possible. His lips finally disconnect from mine and I lower my head, resting my forehead on his bare chest. I can feel his chest rise and fall with his breath and I smile.

"I love you." He finally says. "I love you more than you'll ever know." I shake my head and look up into his eyes.

"Harry... I love everything about you." I sigh look down. Harry takes two fingers and lifts my head to look at him.

"You're perfect." He smiles and pecks my lips one last time. "Now go get your shoes on while I put on a shirt." He pats my backside and I look back at him, giving him a warning look. He just looks back at me and laughs. I head out to the living room and look for my shoes. I then head to the kitchen, but I don't know where they are. I walk into the other room and immediately slam into Marcel. I take a deep breath and he stares into my eyes.

"Morning, Jen..." He says. I just swallow and nod to him. I try to go around him but he immediately grabs my arm. "I said good morning." I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh... Good morning...?" I look down at my arm, he has a firm grip on it. "Where's Alyssa?" I ask, disgusted.

"She went home." He says, plainly. I nod.

"Are you going to let go of me?" I finally ask. He looks down at his hand and finally lets go of my arm.

"Jen... I just want to say that I'm sorry." He looks down, embarrassed. I immediately bite my cheek.

"I uh... It's okay. Just please, never leave me like that again. Okay?" He chews on his bottom lip, deep in thought, and nods.

"Damnit. I was such a jerk." I smile a tiny bit and just nod.

"Yeah..." He forces a laugh and, for the first time in forever, he pulls me in for a hug. A long hug. I latch onto him for a while and we finally pull away, still partially held in each other's embrace.

"Jen. Have you found your shoes?" Harry's voice calls. He then steps in the room and stops.

"Uh... No. I didn't find them." I sigh, realizing what this might look like.

"And uh... What's going on here?" Harry asks, crossing his arms.

"Marcel apologized to me. For everything." I smile at Harry. He just nods.

"That's great. Now go find your shoes." Harry is not amused. I swallow and nod. I remember I left them by the front door and slip them on. I just wait here, but Harry is having a talk with Marcel. I don't want to know what it's about. Before I know it, Harry walks out and grabs his keys, "c'mon lets go." And were out the door.

It's silent in the car for a good five minutes. "Harry." I finally speak up. "What's wrong?" He turns his head to look at me for a moment, and then turns back.

"Nothing." He says plainly. I sigh and stare forward as well. Harry readjusts and, with one free hand, he grabs hold of my hand and intertwines our fingers, "just promise me to be smart." I smile a bit and squeeze his hand,

"I promise." And we pull into a small diner. As usual, Harry doesn't let me pay, so I sit down with my plate of pancakes across from Harry and dig in. Harry doesn't talk much. He also avoids eye contact, but I don't think he's mad at me. At least I hope not.

Harry's eyes would drift from his food to his phone to me. His movements were very airy and not very strong like they always are. I chew my food slowly, examining him. He looks so unhappy and I just furrow my eyebrows as he tosses his phone to the side of the table.

"Harry. What's wrong?" I finally speak up.