Charcoal Grey [H.S.]

☆CHAPTER THIRTY TWO - COMFORT☆

LENNON

Two weeks went by.

The sky was splattered with euphoric shades of red, orange and yellow and a less brightening Sun hiding behind the clouds. A sharp, slow wind suddenly assaulted the leaves and blades of fresh grass away, my usual sense of foreboding dissipating into thin air and instead replaced by hope and anticipation.

Harry is coming back home after two nights back from Bristol. He has an important match there. He's the best I have ever seen. He's so much more relaxed and calm. He doesn't have to carry any weight on his shoulder anymore. Of course, I was devastated and furious because of what happened to him when he was young and I tried to get him to avenge his father but he smiled and told me he let it go because he has me now.

I hate how clingy I have grown to be and how I crave his presence practically every bloody second of the day. Before him, I just preferred to be in my own bubble – doing everything on my own without anyone looking over my shoulder, going wherever I want without drawing attention or looks and just blending in with the rest of the crowd. Solitude. I loved having my own space because I was never lonely in it. It was just my thoughts and I. But now that he is in my life, metaphorically glued to my side almost all the time, I realise that the rest of my years are going to be different.

I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's the kind of luxury that money could never afford. Nothing compares to the feeling when I'm protected by his arms after my shifts and classes, with his lips brushing my past ear and whispering sweet nothings in that gravelly tone of his. Nothing compares to the feeling when he looks at me during our most intimate moments; like I'm the only person in the world he sees and feels for. Nothing compares to the feeling when he catches me when I'm about to fall.

I love him so fucking much.

But then again, he's still Harry. The same man who scowls and glares at anyone who even remotely heads in my direction, most definitely thinking of different ways to unalive them. The same man who is grumpy and rude to everyone but has the biggest soft spot for me. The same man who would still sometimes chase Callahan with his gun. He would always ignore my jokes and just kiss me to shut me up. He scared me sometimes, with his possessiveness and his ability to always find me no matter where I am; but strangely enough, his assertiveness also made me feel safe. He's dangerous, he's violent, he's brutal, but he's caring. Loving. Kind. Thoughtful. He was never boring or bland, always made me laugh. When he got rough, he still made sure not to hurt me.

I hopelessly sighed, softly smiling to myself and hugged my propped up knees closer to my chest as I stared at the beautiful scenery in front of me. The waves are thudding against the sea stacks harshly, violent sounds ripping the air apart, contrasting to the melodramatic landscape. Harry sometimes brought me to this cliff whenever he wanted to release his pent-up emotions. He said it makes him feel happy.

"Miss me, grey?"

I sharply gasped when intricate black leather stroked my cheek, a pair of gloved hands coming to rest on my waist and I looked back to see a bright green neon expression glaring down at me. 'Green' was kneeling down behind me. My heart skipped a beat, "Harry?"

"The one and only," he murmured. He spun me around and pinned me against the grass, another gasp elicited out of me. I couldn't see his face but I knew damn well he was smirking broadly, "You're so fuckin' pretty."

"You said you're not coming back for another two days," I mustered all of my strength to speak in a steady tone and not to fold when his hand came to grip my thigh. Lucky bastard. I wore a blue dainty sundress that stopped mid-thigh and he had easy access.

"I couldn't wait any longer, fucking torture without you," he said, about to remove his mask.

"W–Wait," I stammered, "can you please leave it on?"