Silent Treatment {HS} EDITING

Ch. Eighteen

My eyes began to close on the car ride home, and soon I was drifting off into a light sleep. It wasn't until I was being lifted did I wake up, but quickly wrapped my arms around Harry's neck to cuddle closer to the boy.

"Sleeping beauty." He sighed, kissing the top of my head lightly.

"Wait, I forgot my elephant." I wined, reaching out to nothing in particular. Harry chuckled before walking back to the car where he grabbed my elephant and handed it to me. I held it in my hands while they were wrapped around Harry's neck again, and I let him carry me into the house and up the stairs.

I figured that the boys were asleep from the lack of sound, so I found myself drifting off again.

Harry set me down on a soft surface and I recognized it to be my bed.

"You need to change your clothes for bed." He whispered to me.

"Okay, can you go get them." I sighed, cuddling closer to the elephant.

He got up and left the room; I was confused as to why he left, but when he came back with one of his T-shirts I knew.

"Here." He said, handing me the material.

"Turn around." I order. He chuckled before turning to face the wall, with his eyes covered by his massive hands. I lazily took the dress off and tossed it on the floor, then I replaced it with Harry's shirt.

Before he turned around I took my bra off and brought it through the arm sleeve, and flung it under the bed.

" Okay." I sighed, lying on my back.

" Goodnight." He said, kissing my head.

" Stay." I whispered to him.

"What?"

" Stay, I don't want to be alone." I whispered again, taking his hand and tugging him a little closer to the bed. He sighed in defeat and laid beside me.

"What are you doing to me?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to his figure. I sighed, and nuzzled my head into his neck, still feeling very sleepy.

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I woke up the next morning in the same position I fell asleep in, only now Harry and I's legs were intertwined and his arms were tighter around my torso, clinging to me. I breathed in his scent, and listened to his heartbeat.

It was a strange way to wake up, because I've never been in this position with someone. I've never cuddled this close, or breathed in there scent. I've never listened to a heart beat and tried to match mine with theirs. Never have I woken up and instantly smiled because I was in someone else's arms.

I wasn't sure what this was, and I wasn't even sure if what I was doing was smart but it felt right to be here.

Harry made me feel safe and wanted, which was everything I wanted. Deep down I prayed that he wouldn't let me down and break my heart, but that seemed inevitable. Another possibility was that I would ruin this, my own fears and insecurity's might just hold me back from opening up and letting him in. Harry might just get bored and leave when they go back on tour, or when he sees the next best option.

In all honesty, Harry was going to leave me for someone better. He was a celebrity that was kind and handsome, and there are thousands of motels, actresses, and singers out there much prettier than me. This was just a phase for him, and I was just his charity case and there was nothing I could do about it.

Harry began to stir under me and I watched his face contour into different expressions until his smiled. I couldn't help but smile along with him, and bring my finger tips up to play with his face. I traced his lips, nose, and eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice groggy and scratchy. He kept his eyes closed with a smile still plastered to his face.

"Touching artwork." I answered in a low tone. He opened one eye and looked down at me, making me bury my head in his neck.

"Don't look at me." I giggled, playing with his necklace.

"I'm looking at artwork." He whispered.

"No your not." I whispered back, feeling small from my negative thoughts just minutes ago.

" I'm looking at the most beautiful piece of artwork in the room." He continued, running his hands up and down the side of my body. "Possibly in the entire world." He shrugged.

"You haven't seen all the artwork in the world, you'll find a better piece." I gulped down the words I really wanted to say.

"I don't care to see anymore artwork, I could just stare at this one for the rest of my life and be happy." He said.

" Won't you get bored?" I asked. It was like Harry read my mind, and could sense my insecurity's. He was making my heart flutter with his words, and I couldn't calm it down even though I tried.

" Never." He said, kissing my head.

"We'll see." I sighed, leaning up and kissing his jaw.

" Let's go get breakfast." He said minutes later.