Doing Dirt {edited+completed}

Chapter 18

My hazel eyes flutter open as I awaken from my long sleep. My head is pressed comfortably against Harry's chest and his long legs are wrapped around mine. I slide my hand down my pocket and get out my phone. Clicking on the home button to light up the screen, the time flashes up as 7:09am.

I groan softly as the bright screen flashes in my eyes. Oh shit, it's Monday. That means we have to work. Urgh. I lay in silence on Harry's rising and falling chest, listening closely to his beating heart. He starts to twitch and stretches his hands above his head, yawning loudly.

I lift up my head off Harry's chest and look him straight in his sparking green orbs. "Morning babe" his voice raspy. Running his hand through his rugged brown curls I start tracing small circles on his grey shirt. "What time is it?" Harry asks yawning. "It's 7:12 now" I reply looking at my phone again.

"Have a good sleep?" he asks me with one eye open. "I have to say, you are very comfortable to sleep on!" I admit in a mellow tone. Harry rolls his neck around clockwise as it clicks and cracks faintly. "Wow that was a long sleep!" he exclaims while rubbing his green eyes. "Yeah," I lightly chuckle, "it was. But now it's a Monday!" I say breezily pouting out my lip.

Harry groans and sweeps his curls to one side. "If we're gonna get to work on time we better get up" he laughs sparsely. I climb off his body, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as my chest leans off his. I walk out of the room shouting out to Harry, "I'll be in the bathroom, just taking a shower!"

As I lazily drag myself upstairs, I hear Harry get up from the couch and start singing to himself. He's got such a exquisite voice, so soft and mellow, just perfect. Taking fresh new clothes for work out of the wardrobe, I advance into the bathroom and take all off my clothes that I currently have on my body, just dumping them on the ground as I step into the shower. I place the new clothes on the shelf on top of the spare towels.

Twisting the hot water tap to the right, water begins to trickle out. The water gradually gets warmer, sending chills down my exhausted body. I rub my stiff neck, massaging it under the soothing water. Letting out a hushed sigh, I put my face under the streaming water, awakening me fully. I run my hands across it, wiping off the droplets that rest there.

I lather my body in soap, softly scrubbing and washing it off. My hands go to reach the water off, but I don't. They retract to my sides as I stand and stare blankly at the colourless tiles. My mind going 100km and hour processing and taking in everything that's happened over the past couple of days.

The water mixes in with my tears and streams down my face. My trembling hands touch my hair and rake through it, forcefully untying little knots. I cannot hide it, even though I try. Scared to death of the road ahead, but I don't think it's fair for us to turn around now. After all that we've been through, it just doesn't seem right.

"Evelyn! You ok in there?" I faintly hear Harry yell from downstairs. "Yeah!" I shout back over the sound of the water. I abruptly turn off the tap, cutting off the water. Wiping off the droplets off my frail body, the images of Harry's past rush through my mind. I try to forget and just focus on the positive, like Stephanie's engagement party.

The smell of delicious raisin toast fills the air. My stomach rumbles loudly as I take a deep whiff in. My body longs for food since I didn't have dinner last night and feel extremely empty. I wrap a towel around my hair, twisting it making sure it soaks up the water. Patting my body dry, I look in the mirror and my fingers skim over the now light purple area on my neck.

Grabbing the fresh clothes off the shelf, I pull up my undies and clip my bra. Just as I'm about to put on my shirt, Harry barges in the door with a flushed look on his face. The towel falls off my head and my blonde towel dry hair spreads on my back. My eyes are locked with Harry's, not uttering a single word. I stand there half naked as he just looks at me biting his lip.

Unable to read his emotion I open my mouth to ask a question but am then cut off by Harry's raspy voice, "Is everything ok?" he finally manages to blurt out. I sweetly nod, questioning why he would think that. "Just you were in here so long," Harry speaks regaining his thought, "I was worried something happened."

I flash a warm smile letting him know everything is fine. Turning around to put on my clothes, Harry's hot breath skims the back of my neck as he places his big warm hands on my shoulders. He starts rubbing them in circles, slowly massaging. I drop my shirt on the floor, practically melting under his fiery touch. I let out small murmurs of delight as Harry continues to rub the stiff spots.

He leans onto my body, placing kisses where his hands previously rested. His pink warm lips travel up my neck leaving a trail kisses. "I made you breakfast, the toast and coffee are downstairs, come down when you're ready." Harry whispers soothingly in my ear. He leaves quietly, leaving the door open to the bathroom.

My stomach rumbles again reminding me to hurry the hell up. I swiftly put my shirt over my head and pull up my skirt. I get out the hair dryer and speedily dry my hair so at least it's not as wet. I pack everything away and turn off the lights upon exiting. I make my way downstairs, careful not to trip over my own feet as I spiral down. The sweet smell of raisins and strong coffee overpowers every other smell in the room. "So how's that case going that you're assigned to?" I ask Harry as I sit down and crunch loudly into my toast.

"You can say it's going pretty well, got a lead on a possible suspect, supposed to check that out today." He replies as he puts down the newspaper he's reading. "That's good, just be careful." I advise him taking a sip of my steaming rich coffee. Harry smiles revealing those adorable dimples of his, "thanks Evelyn, I will."

He finishes off his breakfast and puts everything in the dishwasher. "Going to have a shower, I'll be right back." Harry states before walking out of the room and making his way upstairs. Finishing off my own breakfast, I put everything away and exit the kitchen.

I start to pack my bag for the day, chucking my lunch and a packet of gum in. I grab the reports off the table and shove it in neatly, trying not to crumple them. Prodding my hand in my bag, I scrummage around trying to find my car keys. I grab a hold of them and pull them out placing them on the table where the reports were laying not that long ago.

"Evelyn, have you seen my socks and tie?" I swiftly turn around to find Harry with a towel wrapped around his hips, extravagantly exposing his tan abs and v line. His damp mopping brown curls cluster on his face. All of his tattoos are clearly visible and my eyes skim his body from head to toe making sure he didn't get any more.

"They're in the laundry, I washed them on Thursday, they're dry and hanging on the rack," I chuckle lightly, "I'll get them for you." I offer and Harry thanks me and goes upstairs to get dressed. I go into the laundry and grab the items off the rack. I clutch the striped tie and the black socks with kittens on them in my hand, making my way to Harry to give it to him.

I open the bedroom door and find Harry dressed in his suit. Putting the socks on the edge of the bed, I come closer to Harry and thread the tie through his collar making his curls brush up against my skin. I tie the tie, carefully wrapping it and looping it around with my nimble fingers. "Thanks." He says as I look up into his sparkling eyes.

Harry puts on his cute socks and we both walk downstairs to finish packing. After getting everything packed, brushing teeth, doing make-up and hair, we're both ready to go to work. Harry stumbles around the living room for a while trying to find his keys, pondering where he might if left them. "Here!" I call out as I hand him what he's looking for.

His brown golden curls bounce as he turns around. My hand reaches out and my fingers coil around his tie. I gently tug on it, pulling Harry in closely. His nose brushes up against my own as I kiss him on his plump pink lips. I tuck his keys away in his back pocket as my hands rummage his back.

Lips unlocked, Harry chuckles happily and grabs a few final things for work. Both packed and ready, we make our way to the door to put on our shoes. My feet slip in my heels and I find myself warning Harry again, "Just promise me you'll be careful." He smiles back at me and nods faintly.

Closing the door to the house, I put the keys back in my bag and strut down to the car. Harry blows me a kiss and smiles as he climbs into his car. I chuckle and wave goodbye, not knowing that it was the last time I was going to see that amazing smile today.