Taste (H.S. / A.U.)

Chapter 47

TRIPLE UPDATE: Chapter 45-47

HARRY STYLES

Everything hurt. A harsh feeling dug its way into my shoulder and through the top of my back while muscles ached beneath my skin. I felt warm and chilled at the same time, mouth dry and eyes puffy. "You look like you've been crying." Elle rubbed a thumb over my face, collecting the moisture from under my reddened eyes. "I didn't realize before how much your eyes puff up in the morning. You look so soft."

I knew Elle was complimenting me by the tone of her voice, but if anyone else said that I would wonder the sincerity. 

Who knew when we fell asleep, because it was only around ten right now, and we managed to watch the sky turn the most vivid of colors about six to six-thirty. The change from heavy blue and grey tones that turned into the brightest of yellows like a field of sunflowers, melting into the orange blossoms of tiger lilies in the summer time, and the reds of Elle's cheeks whenever she blushes.

The field before us had a mess of smaller hills below it, a farm stood a few kilometers in the distance, just how you would imagine it. A red barn, some dilapidated fences that kept what animals managed to roam in the morning. The house was brown and lined with what looked like rows of snapdragons and tulips. 

Elle and I were at the top of the hill, held together on a scratchy blanket while another layered over us to protect from the weather. The sun had warmed us over by now, but I remember the way the night brought out morning dew. I envisioned the sunrise while on the phone, but it was better than I could have imagined, because Elle's face lit up alongside with it.

The night was filled with kisses, fireflies, and shared food. She brought tons of different types and instead of just eating them, she wanted to taste test each one with a bite, giving it a rating before holding it up to my own mouth and encouraging me to follow suit. 

I never had anyone be so tender and soft with me. Despite the fact the world sees me as someone full of love, so delicate, no one had shown me that version of love yet. No one till now.

Elle gave a slow kiss to the side of my neck, still curled deeply into my side where our legs were tangled together under the blanket. I know we needed to get up, she was thinking of returning Liam's car probably, and I needed to get back to the hotel to gather my stuff and actually get to London. Today we were spending the day together, but it was meant to be done with sight seeing in the city, and not hidden together in a field. Maybe if we were in a bed that would be a different story, but the hard ground that reminded my body we are no longer a nineteen year old, and instead a thirty year old with too many ways to throw my back out said otherwise.

She stretched to life, unrolling herself and leaving me with a cold displacement of where she used to be. I longed for the contact to come back, but instead she sat up and rolled her neck with a hand pressed on both sides of her shoulders in an x-formation. "That was not our best idea, I mean, I know we both probably had some way better beds to sleep in, and now we are gonna' be feeling this all day." Elle was talking to herself more than me, but I was okay with that. I liked hearing her voice.

Coming back to life we both were quiet and groggy, but it was a morning spent sharing slow kisses and tender moments. This felt like something I could get used to.

My phone was nearly dead, but I texted the group chat of the band to let them know I was about to start the drive back. Almost instantly, I was denied that plan, and Mitch said he already loaded my stuff up into the rental van along with everyone else, and they were going to meet me in London later today. He knew I wanted as much time with Elle as possible, the feelings I had for her were evident to anyone that laid eyes on us.