When Beatle Met Lennon // h.s

Chapter Twelve - Because the Truth Sometimes Hurts

Twelve – Because the Truth Sometimes Hurts

“I’m going to go for a walk.” I call out to Mikayla. Amy had left to go back home to stay with her parents, seeing as we only had two beds in our little apartment.

Mikayla grunts and I take that as a way of ascent. I grab my back pack with my cameras, wallet and phone and descend into the shop below. I say goodbye to Lina and walk out.

I hail a taxi after a short pause and decide to go see the boys. I get out of the taxi and thank the man before rushing up to front door and knocking loudly. I hear running feet and suddenly the door is thrust open and I see Harry standing in its place, his hair going in all directions.

He grins when he sees me, grabs my waist and pulls me to him. He presses his lips lightly against mine before I push him away. He looks at me surprised.

“Go get dressed, we’re going out today.” I say, pushing him back inside and coming in after him, closing the door. He grins again, pecks my cheek and rushes up stairs, hurriedly.

I talk with the other lads for a bit until Harry comes back down stairs. He grabs my hand and rushes towards the door, pulling me behind him. I giggle and the boys chuckle, waving goodbye while Harry throws open the door and tugs me outside.

Once we’re outside, I drop my back pack and throw my arms around his neck, crashing my lips against his. He responds by wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer to him.

When we pull back for air, I’m out of breath and oh so giddy. I laugh and wriggle out his arms then start running down the street, Harry hot on my heels. He catches my waist with his strong arms and pulls my back against his chest, leaning down to place light, feathery kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“I wrote a song. I want to show you it; I want to sing it for you.” He says, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. He looks down at it and smiles before he looks back at me and starts singing.

I sigh and lean into him, and he smiles. I want to thank him for not making me say a word, and getting it all the same, but I just remain silent as the sun pours heat and light, as if from a pitcher, all over our bewildered heads.

I turn in his arms and look into his eyes and a door in my heart blows open. And when he leans down and kisses me, I see that on the other side of that door is the sky.

***

“Hot chocolate!”

“You’re so cute when you’re excited.” Harry flicks my nose and gets up to order my drink. At the moment we were in La belle et la bête [Beauty and the Beast].

When we had arrived, Matthew had come over and kissed my hand again, causing Harry to growl. Lachie had seen this and had had trouble containing his laughter. I had flipped them both off and had taken Harry to a corner booth where I now sat waiting for him to return.

I played with my floral dress, tugging at the ends distractedly, until Harry comes back over and places a hand over mine. I look up at him and he smiles. I smile back and take my hot chocolate from him. I take a little sip and almost moan.

I look at Lachie and hold up eight fingers. He shakes his head and holds up nine. I take another sip and shrug. Still eight.  He frowns.

From the first time I came here Lachie always got me to rate his chocolates. He always added a little something or took out something. This time the hot chocolate was given eight out of ten. Last time it was a nine.

Harry looks back and forth between us, a bewildered expression settling over his features, so I explain it to him. He nods in understanding once I’m done.