Keep A Heart (Sequel to Fix A Heart)

Chapter 8

Keep A Heart

Chapter 8

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close." -Palp alredo

Blair's POV:

I was still curled into fetal position when I woke up, and I didn't have to turn and look to know Harry still lays asleep in bed. I could hear his soft snores echoing around the quiet room, the wind from outside causing whistles to be heard inside the house. I tugged the blankets closer around my shivering body for a while longer, before finally getting out of bed.

I glance at Harry on my way over to the bathroom, lying on his stomach, arms spread beside him, face buried in his pillow. I just felt lost inside, my mind indecisive with if I should be angry with him or not. But I knew I was angry, I wouldn't feel this aching pit in my stomach if I weren't. After brushing my teeth and putting on a silk robe over my underwear, I left the bedroom. I made my coffee, and even tip toed back into the bedroom to place a mug on Harrys nightstand full of black coffee, knowing he will need it for the headache he will have when he wakes up.

After trying to read for a while, I gave up, not being able to concentrate on anything. So I layed down on the sofa on my side, too lazy to get up and get a blanket even though the house was chilly. So I tried, unsuccessfully, to fall asleep again.

Harrys POV:

When I awoke my head pounded against my skull, and I groaned into my pillow. I guess I didn't take the huge hangover I would have into mind when I drank my pain away last night. The thought of last night makes my head spring up from my pillow to the other side of the bed, my heart dropping as the sheets are revealed to be empty beside me.

I sit up in bed, images from last night still coming back to mind as I grasp the coffee cup that Blair must've put on my nightstand for me. As I drank the black, bitter coffee, the memory of when Blair found me drunk and brought me back to her house came to mind. The first night we slept in the same bed, and the next morning she forced me to drink the nasty black coffee. It did start to make me feel slightly better as I got out of bed I can say. I brush my teeth and throw on some joggers before leaving the bedroom in search for Blair.

I didn't know what she would do when she saw me, but I knew I would have to face her at some point. She has the right to be mad, or to even hate me. But I can still hope she won't. It was easy to find her, curled up on the couch, her front facing the back of the couch, her back to me. My jaw was set tight as I made my way over to her. Her arms are secured over herself, and I could tell she was awake as her feet move.

She looks over her shoulder for a brief second, returning to her previous position after glancing at me. Without thinking twice, I lower myself onto the couch, my body fitting perfectly behind hers as I secure my arms around her cold body. She surprisingly relaxed into my arms. I was waiting for her to push me off of her, but instead she loosens her arms, and turns around to face me. She meets my eyes for a few seconds, and not one word was spoken as she tucks her face into my chest, her arms tucked between us, her hand resting against my lower stomach, spreading chills over my skin. It amazes me at the affect she still has on me after how long we've been together. We stay silently in each others arms. That's one thing I love about us, we don't have to talk. We can sit silently, but know exactly what we want to say to each other without it being spoken.

I concentrated on the rise and fall of her chest which is pressed against my own. The way her hair swept across her face and down her neck as she snuggled into my body. The way our legs tangled together perfectly. I feel her soft lips press against the base of my neck in a feather light kiss, and let out a sigh. My hand reaches up to rest into her hair, my fingers running through it.

"I'm sorry, baby." I whisper into the hushed room, breaking the comfortable, peaceful silence.

"I know." Her hot breath fans across the skin of my neck and jaw, and I close my eyes as I press my lips to her temple. I realized in that moment all I could've lost because of my shitty actions. I would've lost my life.

So I hold her close, thanking God that she's here with me to keep me in check. All I know now, is that I won't care at all when she snaps at me for not loading my plate into the dishwasher right after she cleaned the kitchen. I won't care when she asks me to help her make the bed in the morning, and I'll even put up with her blazing music as she sings along with it in the shower. I'll appreciate those things now, because at least I have her.

"Let me take you somewhere today, yeah?" I ask softly. And when she nods against my chest I smile briefly, kissing her temple once more.

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The car ride there was mostly silent, the air around us till holding tension, words still unspoken and trapped in our bodies. So we just held hands, Blair looking out her window to probably guess where I'm taking her. But it's before we got to our destination when her voice rang throughout the car.

"All I want to say, is that if you do it again, I'm gone."

After she said it, I pulled over, desperately taking her face into my hands. "Never again Blair, I swear. I don't want to lose you."

Her dark blue eyes fluttered over my face, before our lips met in an innocent, sweet kiss. She nodded in confirmation with our foreheads touching, her eyes closed, as in saying she's trusting the words I had spoken to her. And then I nodded back, releasing her face to pull into the street lane, our hands winding together again.

I could see the curiosity in her pretty eyes as I pulled into the parking lot of the park, hopping out of the car. I open Blair's door for her, and she sends me a small smile in thanks. I knew things would be a little odd between us for a day or two, so I tried to brush it aside.

"A picnic?" She questions me curiously, her eyes fluttering around the deserted park. It's when her eyes meet the group of people to the right of us that she turns to me.

"What's over there?" She asks me, and I take her hand to begin walking.

"A play. I don't know, I just thought you might like it." I shrug. I saw a smile grace her lips, and she moves a little closer into my side.

She squeezes my hand in appreciation as we enter the little line that had formed for tickets, and I pull a ten dollar bill from my wallet to pay for entrance when we get to the front. This play isn't something professional or anything. It's basically a play put together by people who had graciously donated money towards the cause. It's outdoors, and it doesn't seem as if it will be too full since its not a very popular thing.

"Sleeping Beauty, huh?" Blair asks me once taking the pamphlet a woman had offered both of us.

"Yeah. You like that one right?" I ask her quickly, looking down to her. She nods her head with a laugh, and we find seats towards the middle of the stage, sitting up at the very top bleachers for a good view.

"This is sweet of you Harry." Blair speaks softly, her hands folded and between her legs because of the chilled weather.

"Hopefully it won't get too much cooler." I tell her.

"But I'll have you to keep me warm right?" She asks me, a hint of cheekiness and happiness in her voice.

"Yeah." I smirk, resting my back against the uncomfortable metal bleacher.

Blair does the same as lights brighten the stage, little kids and teenagers rushing out onto the stage singing an introduction song. And by the happy look on Blair's face, I knew she loved it. Maybe it brought back memories from when she was a child, and I knew I was right when she leaned over and whispered she knew all the words to the song from when she was a kid. I told her to prove it by singing it, but she just giggled and shook her head.

Halfway through the play the wind started up, and Blair glanced to me quickly as she pulled her sweater around herself. I smirk to myself as I reach out, pulling her small frame into my side. When she reaches up and plants a kiss onto my lips, it took me by surprise. But I kissed back, my hand finding its way to the side of her face, caressing it, stroking her jaw with my thumb.

The kiss became more desperate in a matter of seconds as I ran my tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. And she grants it, her hands finding their way into my hair as I lay her down onto the bleacher, my lips trailing across her jaw and down her neck, wanting to caress and touch every inch of her skin.

"Harry." Blair breaths out.

"Hmm." I mumble against her neck, my teeth nibbling at the sensitive skin.

"The bleacher, it hurts." She laughs, her back arching up off the hard metal, meeting my own.

"Oh." I chuckle. I easily pull her up, and smirk as she puts her legs on either side of my body, straddling my lap.

Her lips made contact with my neck, my hands finding their way to her lower back. My heart started to beat rapidly as she sucked on the skin where my neck meets jaw right below my ear, bringing blood to the surface, bound to leave a love bite.

"Blair, Blair there's kids here." I say breathily, clutching onto her hips as her teeth graze the sore skin. But I myself had trouble keeping my hands to myself, groping at her hips. Caressing the skin that no other guy has touched but me.

"So, they can't see. We're up high." She whispers. I chuckle at her eagerness, making her gasp as I stand up, her legs sliding off mine and landing on the floor.

"Lets go home." I tell her quickly, her giggle emitting from behind me as I drag her from the park.

Blair's POV:

All my problems seemed to slip away as Harry and I bound into our house, making me laugh aloud as he scoops me up into his arms bridal style. And the laugh was actually out of happiness. It wasn't forced, it wasn't fake. It was real. The kind of laugh Harry always provides me with. I didn't pay attention to anything else but him as he laid me down onto our bed; the bed which we had been avoiding each other in for more than a week.

"I'll never pull this shit again, baby. I swear." Harry murmurs, our foreheads touching, eyes locked, lips red from kissing.

"I'm trusting you." I smile lazily, fingers winding into the little curls at the back of his neck.

"And I'll go see Brynn. No matter how much it.....hurts." He said the last word quietly, but I just nodded, and pulled him down to me again, desperate to feel his hands on me, his lips, his everything.

"Lets not concentrate on anything else. Just us okay? Lets just let our problems go for tonight." I breathily sigh, my stomach trembling as his hands slip under the material of my t-shirt.

"Gladly." His eyes held mine as he ran his fingertips down my sides, knowing the effect he has on me. I reach up, tugging the material off his chest.

He whispered things in my ear that got my heart racing, his steady hands touching all over. It amazes me that he knows my body better than I do. He knows where my sweet spots are, what gets me going, and what makes me completely melt into him. And he sure does take advantage of it, teasing me until I go out of my mind. But right now, it's as if we can't wait any longer, tugging the clothes off each others needy bodies desperately.

"You're so beautiful."

His words were murmured against the hot skin of my chest, his lips kissing over my collarbones, until shifting down to the soft skin right above my bra. "God, I've missed you." He whispers.

I couldn't take the loss of his lips against my own much longer, pulling him up to me. "Why can't I ever get enough of you." I say between heavy, messy kisses.

"And I you." He smirks.


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Authors Note:

Hi!:D

I know it's not long, but it's something right? I've been working on my other stories, and I updated Break Away a while ago, and Heartbeat will be updated soon. I don't know if your reading my other stories, but you should:)

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