Loneliness H.S

Chapter Twenty One

Relaxed. Relaxed is the perfect word to describe Harry right now. He is usually so tense, keeping his walls higher the mountains, but now he is venerable. Even in his sleep he holds me tight, not as tight as when he's awake, but still. During the night I have managed to turn around letting my head rest on his chest all trough the night with his hand resting on my lower back, and our legs tangled. I pick my head up from his chest and lean back so I can see his face clearly. I let my eyes wander to the clock on my way to see that it's around eleven am. I look back at Harry to see his lips curve downwards, and then up. It keeps going on like that. Is he having a nightmare? He starts to move around a little, and I know I have to do something before it gets bad. I place my hands on his shoulders and start shaking him, but he doesn't wake up he just stops for a second before he starts moving again. How am I supposed to wake him? I know it helps making them hold their breath, so I could cover his nose, however I don't think it's a good idea to wake someone from a nightmare by making sure they can't breath. Then an idea cross my mind knowing he will stop breathing for a second and wake up.

I lean closer to his face and slowly press my lips against his. The kiss isn't rough or passionate, it's sweet and caring making sure he feels that way when he wakes up. I hear his breathing stop for a second out of surprise. His eyelashes flutter against my skin signaling that he is waking up. Seconds later he starts to kiss me back. He places his hand on my cheek and caress it softly with his thumb. His lips are so soft. He kiss me gently before we both pull away. It feels like I'm smiling so big it is covering half my face when he leans forward placing a kiss to my forehead as well. He lays his head back on the pillow and so do I.

We don't say anything. Not because we don't know what to say, but because we don't have to. His eyes are examining my face as if he is taking in every single detail, afraid to miss a single one. I like the way he always looks at me with so much admiration. Like I have his full attention at any time. I let my eyes wander to the window behind him to see it poring down outside. It is blowing so strongly that the trees look like they can fall at any minute. I start to notice the sound of rain hitting the roof. I have always found the sound comforting. The weather outside is making the light, and the atmosphere in the room relaxing.

Harry looks like he wants to ask me a question, but doesn't know if he should. He starts opening his mouth, but quickly shut it again. His eyebrows pull down towards each other, and his lips form in a slight frown, He seems to go over the question a few times in his head before he finally opens his mouth again. "I want to take you out today."

"Take me out? We were out yesterday, and the day before. Why do you want to go out while it's raining?" I ask confused. We usually go outside some time during the day, so I don't see the point in asking beforehand.

He looks at me amused. "No, like a date. I want to take you out on a date." He says explaining what he meant.

"Oh." I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say. I have never been on a date before, but that's because no one has ever asked me. Harry is looking at me expectingly, and start to get uncertain when I don't give him and answer right away, so I quickly say "Okay."

"Really? I don't want you to feel like you need to since we have kissed." He talks so fast that I almost can't catch what he is saying, since I'm so used to him talking so slow.

"I don't feel like I need to. I would love to go on a date with you." I say to him with a smile. He smiles back at me, and pull me closer giving me a kiss on my nose. I let out a giggle, and he laughs at the sound. "There is something I think you should know."

"What?" He asks curious.

"I have to make it extra special then." I give him a smile thankful that he didn't make a deal out of it.