Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XXIII

Harry's POV

My body rolls over and I'm met with a pillow, my eyes opening to see the other side of the bed completely empty. I frown and sit up, curious as to how I'd even lost my grip on Emma.

I look around, Emma's room a cute pink color that matches her beautiful eyes perfectly. There won't be any reason to ever forget this room because two of the most important things happened here. Emma gave me herself and I gave her me, but that is not the best part.

Emma admitted to me that she loves me, just as I love her. Even the thought makes me smile, and I climb out of bed, lifting my sweatpants onto my legs. My shirt isn't in sight and I know Emma must have it on, making me smile even more.

I walk out of her room and brush my hair back with my hand, my ears picking up the sound of someone cooking. When I reach her kitchen, I lean in the doorway and see her little body near the stove. The sight easily portrays something I'd like in my future; cooking breakfast in the morning and showing off her legs just like this.

My feet carry me towards her and I grab her waist, her body tugged into mine. I bury my face in her neck as she continues to cook.

"Hello, baby," I whisper, her lips curving. I kiss her cheek and she turns her head slightly, my forehead setting on hers.

"Hi," she grins, pecking my lips before she attends to the food. Her hand still has my handwriting on it, mine much the same, but hers was more of an act to show protectiveness. Now more than ever, my protection over her is high.

"How are you this morning?" I ask, very concerned she's okay. I know she was a little uncomfortable when we had first started, but I tried everything I could to get her to feel good.

"Good. You?" she asks, my hands squeezing her sides to make her laugh.

"On the clouds, baby." She smiles up at me and I hear the door shut, my body protecting hers as what I assume is Leah.

"Holy fuck," she gasps, my head turning to look at Leah.

"Emma, I had no idea you'd leave marks like that," she says, my eyebrows frowning.

"What are you getting at, Leah?" I ask, Emma held tightly to me.

"Harry, you have nail marks on you back. I'm no expert, but that's usually an inference you two had sex," she says, Emma blushing. I kiss the top of her head as she nuzzles her head in my chest, my eyes looking back at Leah.

"Don't worry about it," I say, Leah only smiling before she walks out of the room.

"Please go put a shirt on," Emma mumbles embarrassed.

"I would but you're wearing it," I whisper with a smile, Emma looking up at me. She grabs my hand and we walk back to her room, my eyes watching as she pulls leggings up to set on her waist. She takes my shirt off and covers her chest, grabbing a bra from the drawer. I put my shirt on while she finishes getting dressed, my hand taking hers as we go back out to the kitchen.

"Whatcha making?" I ask, her body moving towards the stove.

"Bacon and eggs," she says, my hand grabbing her cheek. I kiss her forehead and she wraps her arms around me, my eyes looking down at her.

"What's going through your mind?" I whisper, her eyes so distracted it's making me worried.

"I want to do it again," she whispers quietly, my heart racing. Her lips part and she kisses my cheek, her fingers moving to fiddle with the edge of my shirt.

"I-I don't have another one," I whisper to her, her hands grabbing my waist.

"Tonight?" she asks, my lips curving.