Feels Like Falling

part 15

I took the stairs up to my apartment, walking slowly, taking each stair one at a time I needed to collect my thoughts and calm my nerves. Harry was going to be upset, I was sure of it.  It had only been a couple days and already everything was so complicated and if I was truly being honest with myself, I was at the center of the problem.  Was my love for Harry worth hurting everyone around us and making their lives more complicated? Was it fair to Harry to have to put up with all the stress that Louis and I were sure to create? And most of all was it fair to Louis? Key in hand, I shook all those thoughts away and opened my door.

“Lo! You’re back!” Came Harry’s voice from the kitchen.  I dropped my bag on the coffee table and stepped out of my heels kicking them out of the way. My apartment smelled amazing; Harry was cooking what smelled like a delicious breakfast.  I tiptoed to doorway of the kitchen and stood quietly for a few seconds just watching him work. Harry was an amazing cook, surprisingly, and he really enjoyed it. He moved around my kitchen in just his underwear and a purple t-shirt he must have grabbed from my dresser, because this one was way to small for him. He looked ridiculous, but gorgeous all the same. I couldn’t help but giggle a little, and that gave me away. He turned around and saw me in the doorway. A huge grin spread across his face and I noticed his hair was pulled back off his face with one of my stretchy headbands. And again I was laughing out loud. How was it possible for this boy to be so odd and so wonderful all at the same time?

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked in a serious voice. “Is it my breakfast attire?” He said throwing his arms out so I got a full view of the tiny t-shirt stretched over his newly muscled upper body.  He put down the spatula and strutted over and wrapped his arms around me. I nestled into his hug and squeezed him tightly back.  Yes. This was worth it. He was worth all the trouble. Maybe I was being selfish, but I new right then I would do anything they wanted me to so that I could stay near him.

“Actually its your lovely hairstyle that’s given me the giggles” I said touching his hair that didn’t smell like alcohol anymore, he must have showered while I was gone.

“My hair is getting so long and it keeps getting in my eyes. Does it look that bad, for just around the house?” He asked as if he was actually concerned about how he looked. That was a surprise because the Harry I had met last year wouldn’t have cared at all. Funny, all the tiny things about him that were changing without him even noticing.

“No it looks fine! You could throw a hat over it and no one would ever know!” I said. “Besides, I think you look great in everything…” Harry kissed my forehead and then pulled his face away. “I also think you look great in absolutely nothing.” I said coyly.

“You tease!” he said as he pushed me backwards slowly.  My back met the cold steel of the fridge and Harry pressed his palms to the fridge door on either side of my face. He smiled quickly and leaned down to kiss me. I kissed him back eagerly and grabbed his waist to pulled his body closer to mine.  Every time I kissed him I could swear it was better than the last.  Our lips moved easily together and our tongues seemed to discover a rhythm that was both new and familiar at the same time. 

Harry pulled away from me abruptly and shouted “oh no the waffles are burning!” and he rushed over to the waffle iron and took them out just in time. I set the table quickly as he finished up in the kitchen. When Harry actually took the time to cook a meal he liked it to be perfect and he liked to serve it. So I waited patiently at the table until everything was ready and Harry sat next to me to eat. The first bite was heavenly! The bacon was crisp and the strawberry topped waffles were perfect. “Everything tastes divine!” I gushed

“Thanks love!” Harry replied with his mouth full. There he was, the boy I’d fallen for last year. My silly, awkward, adorable boy I thought as I gazed at him. “How was your work thing?” he asked, again mouth full. And that question jolted me back to reality.