Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter Fourty-Six

           "Come on," Harry said as he stood up. The sun had went down and Annabelle was still laying in bed, not moving unless she had to. "Get dressed, I want to take you somewhere to get you out of this depressing room." Harry ran a hand through his hair, moving it to the side. "Also, pack an overnight bag."

Annabelle looked up at him, not moving. She didn't want to go anywhere, she hadn't even showered today. She shook her head and turned her body around so she couldn't see Harry, but he stripped the blankets from her body, leaving her cold. She sighed, standing up and walking out to the bathroom and washed her face, brushed her teeth, and made sure she didn't look totally horrible, before walking back to her bedroom to grab her jeans and a black tank-top. Harry kissed her forehead and told her he'd wait downstairs for her. She pulled her hair into a low ponytail and sprayed a bit of perfume on her body before pulling Harry's flannel over her shoulders. She was obsessed with the large, soft material that belonged to her boyfriend.

Walking downstairs, Harry smiled as he saw that she was up and not so sad looking. She looked decent and managed to hide the horrible thoughts that were taking over her mind. Harry held her hand as they walked to his car, only releasing it when they parted ways to get in the car, and taking it again when they sat down on the slick leather. He let Annabelle play whatever music she wanted through the speakers of her car, which just so happened to be some of the most sad songs he's ever heard. Halfway to their destination, he suggested playing a bit of Paramore or All Time Low, or something that wasn't so sad and had more of an upbeat feeling.

They arrived at their field with the pear tree, the very odd and random pear tree. Harry grabbed the blankets he had from the trunk of his car and he began walking to the tree to build a little fort, like he had done before. He had it finished in no time, a proud look on his face as he grabbed the rest of the blankets and pillows, laying them underneath the fort and sitting his laptop on a pillow. Annabelle stood at the edge of the grass, looking down at the calm water. She felt Harry's hands wrap around her waist, pulling her body close to his.

"I love the way you look in my clothes." He said, his husky voice close to her ear. He placed a kiss to her ear and she turned around, wrapping her arms around his shoulders loosely. His eyes were fixed on hers, as if she were hypnotizing him and making him fall even more in love. He leaned his head in, rubbing his nose against hers as their eyes closed and their bodies began craving each other. He tilted his face slightly, connecting their lips and moving his hands so one held her hip and one was placed on the small of her back. Before they knew it, they were slowly walking back towards the fort, trying to keep their lips attached, both of them in need of something different, but so similar.

Harry sat on the blanket, Annabelle following and straddling his lap. His hands immediately found their way to her backside as she leaned into him, their mouths begging for more. Annabelle had never acted this way before, she had never had so much confidence in making out with a guy. Harry made her this way, he made her crazy.

He flipped them over so she was laying on her back and he held himself up above her, the distance between them hardly existent. Her fingers held onto his curls, pulling him closer each and every second. He moaned at the contact of her hips on his, their body heat radiating around them. He pulled his lips away from hers, searching her face for confirmation that she was comfortable and he wasn't taking things too far. I need you, her eyes pleaded, switching back and forth between his eyes. He nodded, understanding everything as he placed his lips back on hers, slowing the moment down and making it more passionate and sweet than lustful.

They knew to stop things when Harry started getting too aroused for his own good. The last thing he wanted was to make Annabelle rush into anything, or make her afraid by asking her to do anything she wouldn't normally do. His forehead rested on hers, both of them trying to regain their steady breathing. He let out a small laugh as he opened his eyes, seeing Annabelle was already smiling at him. All it took for her to forget about all of the bad things was to be with him, her empty heart filling with something she had never felt before, until now, until she focused on this boy and the way he made her feel and act. She ran her hands through his long hair, making him want to fall asleep with his head on her stomach, feeling her breathing in and out, relaxing his thoughts.

He rested his head on her chest as she continued to massage his head, playing with his beautiful hair. He leaned his head back, kissing her jaw a few times before rolling over to be on his side, facing her. She turned to lay on her stomach, her smile still evident. She had one small dimple on her right cheek that Harry noticed often, but hadn't pointed out until now.

"That's cute." He said, poking her cheek that wasn't pressed against a pillow. His fingers moved down to her back, pulling his shirt up to reveal her tank-top. He ran his fingers over her back, spelling out random words. "What did I just spell?" He asked, giggling when she pointed to his shoe, saying he spelled 'shoe.'

He then spelled out his name, asking her what he spelled. She pointed at him, and he nodded, smiling even bigger. He then spelled the word 'love,' making her squint as she leaned up and placed her hand over his heart as she laughed, pulling him down to lay on his stomach. She pulled his shirt up, revealing his bare back. She gently scratched it, making him nod in approval. She took her pointer finger, making random letters, not even spelling a real word.

"What?" Harry asked. "Spell it again." And she did, but he couldn't guess it. She pulled his shirt down and laid on top of his back. He groaned, "get off." She shook her head, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. The unfamiliar feeling cause goosebumps to raise on his skin, and he told her to get off again, his voice becoming weaker and weaker as she kissed his neck, moving her lips to the side of his neck, under his ear, and up to his ear. He wiggled his body, making her fall to the side and he placed his fingers over her lips, feeling how soft and warm they were. Her lips made him crazy.

Harry stood up, running out of the tent after tapping her shoulder and yelling, "you're it!"

She chased after him, but it was difficult to run through the tall grass. She finally caught up to him when he was turned around and not paying attention. She jumped on his back, surprising him and almost making him fall down. He balanced himself, his hands holding onto her legs that were wrapped around him. She giggled quietly near his ear, making his stomach do flips. Her lips touched the top of his shoulder and found their way to his neck again. He sat her down before sweeping her off of her feet, carrying her with his arm under her knees and his other arm supporting her back.

"You drive me crazy." Harry whispered, looking down at the girl in his arms. Annabelle didn't know what she was feeling right now, but she knew that it made her heart feel ten times bigger, her mind ten times lighter, her emotions ten times better. It was the best feeling she's ever felt.