Just Can't Let Her Go

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Cuddling

Harry took her by the hand and led her into the living room. A the big plush couch seemed to be meant for one to lay across, but they were both sure they could make it work. Harry took a seat first; his back slumped forward, hand on his knees, with his legs spread wide open. Alicia sat down next to him, so close that their thighs were touching.

Harry used the remote to turn on Netflix and selected The Notebook. He turned his head to glance at Alicia, as the all the motion lights went out. The room filling with darkness. As the movie progressed Alicia began to cry. She was such a softy when it came to sappy romance movies. Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. "Ali, don't cry. It's alright. It all works out in the end." He cooed to her softly, trying to comfort his angel.

Alicia continued to cry even though she knew he was right after all. She leaned into his shoulder and continued to watch the movie.

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Four Nicholas Spark's movies later and they were both drowsy and wanting to lay down. Alicia looked at Harry, all doe eyed. "I'm going to change into my pajamas, will you pause it?" She asked softly. "Sure, love. I'm going to do the same." He answered with a smile. She rose to her feet and padded of into his bedroom, only to be followed by Harry. He was unabashed about stripping down to his boxers and then tugging on sweatpants and a t-shirt. While Alicia let her eyes linger over his body. His inked skin, and hard muscles taunting her. She scooped up some of her own sleepwear and went off into Harry's personal bathroom.

A yawn escaped her lips as she peeled off her current apparel and changed into a black v-neck and a pair of galaxy printed spandex leggings. Her frail figure seeming to be complimented by the form fitting cloth, it gave her a more defined shape. She didn't bother to look in the mirror before returning back to the bedroom.

Harry's eyes lit up, raking down her lithe body. He inhaled sharply and then his pink lips pulled into a smile. "You look cute." He claimed. Alicia rolled her eyes and walked back out into the hallway. She noticed then that the hallway extended back further into the apartment, and her head tipped to the side. "What's back there?" She asked Harry curiously. "N-nothing! It's just where I like to do my oil painting, b-but I really don't feel comfortable with anyone seeing them." He answered, clearly unnerved by her questioned. She could not go back there. He simply wouldn't allow it.

Alicia let it slide, not wanting to intrude into his personal space. She jogged back to the couch and stood infront of the flat screen, selecting the next movie to add to their never ending queue.

Harry laid down on his side on the couch and tugged a throw down over himself. He wanted her to cuddle with him. He wanted to hold her close, to love her, stroke her hair, kiss her cheeks, tell her anything she wanted to hear. He needed her desperately. He had an obsession.

Alicia set the remote down and turned to look at Harry. He looked so warm and cuddly. She couldn't resist the temptation, and laid down beside him. Barely any room left on the couch she remained on her side. Her back pressed up against Harry's front. She felt warm and safe there. He wrapped an arm around her hip, and tugged her backwards so there was no space between them. "Are you tired?" He mumbled drowsily into her ear. His teeth gently grazing her skin. "Mhm, we can both sleep here." Alicia answered, and smile to herself when she felt his head droop and rest in the crook of her neck. His chocolate mess of curls did tickled her skin lightly, but it was sweet and endearing. He moved his hand down her side to pull the blanket up around them. Once the task was completed his hand returned to its original spot.

Harry breathed hotly onto her neck, then decided to leave a very scarce amount of delicate kisses to her warm skin. Feeling her body shiver brought pleasure to him; knowing he hand an effect on her. "Goodnight Alicia." He mumbled. She let her eyes flutter shut and then sighed shallowly. "Night, Harry." She said, letting the words just tumble out.

Harry knew she was asleep when little snores started to escape her lips, and he took the opportunity to slip his long fingers up under the hem of her t-shirt. Feeling the supple skin of her midriff. He moaned softly, and then just let his hand still. He actually felt peaceful for once. Like he might actually get one goodnight of rest, because he knew his love was safe and sound. Wrapped up tightly in his arms, where no one would be able to steal her away.

He let himself almost fall asleep, but managed to rasp out one more thing before the fatigue pulled him under. "I love you, Ali." He spoke huskily. Even though the only response she gave was a snore, he was still beyond content, and with that he fell asleep.

{A/N Does Harry really paint, or was that a lie!!!??? A cover-up? For what?}