Hero

26. Pictures.

My request to ask a question was answered with a short nod as Harry interlocked his long fingers and placed them behind his head to support it as he leaned back fully, the action making his biceps flex which made me lose track of what I was planning on saying for a minute.

"Uh. .," I gulped, my ears feeling a slight burn as I  fumbled to gather my words together. He was so staggeringly beautiful that the slightest move he made always made my body heat up as I just stared on with awe unable to believe sometimes that he was real and not a pretty little figment of my imagination. "Um, what happens next with the soul-mating-thingy, like do I get to feel your emotions?" I asked, my eyes brightening at the idea of having full access to his feelings, that would honestly be such fun, and I could also see if he had any feelings towards me. Even a crush. I mean it was probably fairly obvious that I had a massive crush on him, it was sort of hard not too to be frank, however I had no idea if that was reciprocated.

Ha. You wish.

His husky chuckle brought me back to my question as I glanced at the deep indents in his cheeks, my heart fluttering in my chest at the sight of them and his small smile.

"Fortunately not, sweetheart." He said sending me a glance, red lips tugged up in a half smirk as he sat there looking awfully smug that he got unwarranted access to my emotions whereas I didn't. I frowned. "I don't really know, the second two stages differ for each person." He said rubbing his ring clad fingers along his taut jaw.

I gulped not particularly liking the fact that if and only if, me and Harry were to go further I would have no idea what I would be getting myself into. Although the thought of doing things beyond kissing with Harry made my stomach flip and my heart jump in my chest. It sent bolts of nervous excitement straight through me, nervous excitement that I felt shouldn't necessarily be here but is.

Any chance of further talk between me and Harry are cut off as his phone begins to buzz loudly from the depths of his tight pocket, he immediately sits up straight and lifts his hips off the bed slightly to slide the phone out of the pocket with slight difficulty. The sight makes me bite my lip to withhold any noises of amusement that might slip out.

"What?" Harry answers, jaw clenched tightly and muscles suddenly ridged as he listens intently to whatever is being said on the other line. The prominent pinch between his brows has me itching to smooth it out with my fingertips but I of course refrain.

"I damn well knew it. That cunning bastard. ." He sneers, husky voice holding nothing but hatred and pure vengefulness.

"Okay, good. Don't take too long." He says sternly before hanging up and slipping his phone back into his pocket, his face that was once previously relaxed now looked troubled and lost in thought as he ran his fingers through his lengthy hair, his teeth grinding together ever so slightly.

"Who was that?" I piped up sitting up onto my calfs as I gaze at him placidly, tilting my head to the side like the curious puppy that I am. His eyes shoot to me as if he had forgotten I was there for a minute and I send him a awkward smile in return and press my head against my neck so a small double chin is forced to form and smile even wider. He snorts rolling his eyes as his lips twitch upwards in a half smile of amusement.

"It was the boys. They confirmed that Tomlinson the fucker does have a human working alongside him." He almost spat in distaste as if the simple name Tomlinson completely disgusted him, this made me wonder why he hated this Louis Tomlinson character so much, of course because he was probably a terrible person and an evil genius, however there seemed to be something personal underlying it all. As if, Tomlinson had personally done something to Harry to aggravate him.