A L I V E [h.s]

Chapter 8

- Do you like me?- He repeats while kissing me passionately, we separate being two centimeters away from eachother. I nod while I try to breath.- Don't nod, please. I want to hear you say it.- He begs.

- I do.- I whisper.

- You do what?- His smile grows.

- I like you, Harry...so much.- I confess shyly. His smile makes me blush.- Do...do you like me?- I ask.

- I do. I like you so much, Eleanor. I love it when you blush and act shy and I loved it when you were touching me.- My smile grows and I look at him.- Your lips felt so good.- He says biting his lip. He stands up and puts his shirt on while I stare at him and I unconciously groan. He smiles at me and looks for my hand to pull me into a tight hug. I caress his back, feeling every muscle under the fabric.

- Your lips felt good too.- He tightens the hug, my cheek pressed to his chest, I can feel his heart beating faster.

- Have you ever kissed someone?- He asks and I slowly push him away from me.

- Yeah...?- I say.

- Really? When?

- Why are you asking?

- I'm curious...- He shrugs and I sit on the couch. He sits on the floor resting his elbow on the couch next to my leg and with his head resting on his hand. He looks adorable like that.

- I kissed a boy once in a party. He used to like me and he asked me for a dance...

- Did you like him?- He interrupts me.

- No, not really...well, he asked me for a dance and I...couldn't say no so we danced to Heal The World by Michael Jackson.- He raises his eyebrows and I keep talking.- The dance was nice, but the situation after it...not that much. He came closer and kissed me.

- What did you do?- He looks interested.

- I pushed him and left him there. I quickly went to the table where the food was and pretend like nothing happened.- He laughs.

- Poor boy...- He jokes and I laugh.

- It was crazy.

- Tell me more stories...- He says. I smile and think about something interesting.- Like... I don't know...something crazy you've done or a good memory...whatever.

- Hmmm... oh! I remember when I was little...my parents used to wake me up making me tickles on Christmas day and my birthday, then my father used to lift me up taking my feet and go downstairs upside down. Then I always ran to the living room to find presents on the coffee table and one of these portable tables with some flowers and hot chocolate. It was always like that.- I smile at the memories and Harry caresses my leg, then restes his head on my leg while sitting closer to me on the floor.- I also remember one time I went to Gabrielle's house on Halloween, you know...typical sleepover. I was dresses as a witch, Gabrielle's mother put some makeup on me. She was dressed as a cat, I got jealous because I thought her costume was better than mine. We went down the neighbourhood asking for candy and stuff. I had the incredible idea to eat the candy at the same time as we walked, apparently I couldn't wait until we got back home. I ate all the candy and when we were asking for more to another woman I...threw up all over the porch and doormat.- I cover my face with my hands laughing, making Harry laugh hard and loud.

- Really? What did she do or say?- He says into laughter.

- I don't know, Gabrielle and I ran up the street to her house.- Harry laughs even harder and I join him.- We spent the rest of the afternoon playing with her dolls, brushing their hair and then we watched a Sponge Bob movie.

- How old were you?

- My parents had already died, I was...eight I think.- I frown, but smile once again.

- Tell me more.- He says.

- I...remember the first time I went ice-skating. I was five and I went with my mom. The ice rink was huge and there were a lot of people. The lights lit up the ice under our feet and the trees above. My mom took my hand and helped me enter the rink. I didn't fell actually. I loved it, the way the blades piled the snow on the ice rink while you slid. I remember I liked to take that snow, make a snowball and throw it to my dad because he didn't want to come in. I liked looking at him, waiting for us to leave the rink and the way he looked at my mother.

- He really loved her, huh?- He says. He actually looks interested and completely adorable like that. I can feel his jaw moving while he talks and his curls making me tickles.

- He loved her more than his own life.- I say and conclude.- I don't want to talk about him.- I frown. Harry caresses my leg slowly and then presses his lips against my flexed knee and I smile.

- Sorry, are you okay?

- Yeah, yes...I'm fine...

- I...remember once I was playing football with my grandfather, he was the goalkeeper waiting for me to reach the goal. The moment I hit the ball I fell, my mouth started bleeding and I realised my tooth fell off. I sat on the grass licking my bleeding lip while looking the little tooth on my hand. My grandfather came to me saying I won the game and then I showed him my tooth, the look on his face was priceless. 'You're a man now, Harry!' He said, I've never felt so happy. I felt like I was...you know...the king, the...man of the house.- I love hearing his story. I smile unconciously all the time. He sits on the couch next to me and I lie down resting my head on his lap. He starts playing with my hair while I start telling another story. I tell him about once I got lost in Bristol when I was little and went asking every single person if they had seen my parents and when I found a police officer he came with me and got lost from him too. It was one of the worst moments in my life. I also tell him about my mom's florist's.

- My mom had this shop where she sold every kind of flower, the most beautiful ones for me. I used to take the fallen petals from the floor and use them to make these collages for her on her birthday and things like that. Once I was with her there, she had a lot of work and no time to be with me so I left the shop and took a little walk by myself. Right next to the shop there was a dance academy. I took a look through the open window and saw the ballerinas dancing ballet. The movements and suits and...everything was beautiful it had me staring for a while. One of the ballerinas saw me and told me to come in. I was shy, I didn't know them. She came to me and lift me up, I basically entered through the window. She left me on the floor and asked me if I wanted to dance. The music started playing and I started jumping making them laugh. I started to run all around the room, jumping and pretending I was the best dancer in the world. Then I saw my mom through the window, she looked worried so I shouted her name. She turned around and took a deep breath. She came into the room and hugged me. 'I was worried' She said to me. I said I wanted to keep dancing, the music was still playing so I started to "dance" again. My mom joined me and then the rest of the ballerinas joined us too. It was one of the happiest days of my life.

- You seemed to be funny and adventurous.- He says and we both laugh. He yawns and I can't help looking at him, he looks so cute closing his eyes with his mouth open.

- Are you tired? Or bored?- I ask.

- I'm not bored at all, seriously. I'm just a bit tired.

- How far do you live?

- Twenty or thirty minutes away, depending on the traffic.

- Uhm...you could stay here tonight?- I offer and he smirks.

- Can I? Will your aunt let me?

- As long as we both sleep in different beds...yes, she will.- He smiles.

- I'll tell my mother.- He takes his phone and I smile.- I really need to get a house or a flat for myself.- He complains and I shrug. This day's been completely insane, insane in a good way. A very good way.