Just Can't Let Her Go

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

It's The Little Things

Alicia was startled by the bright daylight breaking her peaceful slumber. One failed attempt to get up was all it took for her to remember where she currently was. Harry's arms were wrapped snuggly around her thin waist. His inked warm skin pinning her down, as if she would try escape from him. He was still snoring into her neck, his plump lips pressed against her skin. She shivered at their closeness. She moved her legs; only to find that they were intertwined with Harry's as well.

"Harry, baby, wake up." She called to him softly, not even realizing she had called him 'baby'. Harry roused to her saccharine sweet voice. "Mhm," Harry grumbled, "five more minutes." Harry pressed then pressed a trail of wet lazy kisses from her neck to right beneath her ear. Alicia giggled, at his little playful gestures. "I have to go to work." She grumbled and tried once more to get out of his grasp.

Harry frowned. He didn't want her to go; to let her out of his sight. She would be unsafe, and all by herself. He kept his large hands firmly on her hips. "No, Alicia, please don't go. You really don't have to. You can stay with me."  He pleaded huskily.

Alicia blinked rapidly as she felt his broad hand slip up underneath her shirt, and his fingers splay out on her skin. She knew that goose-bumps immediately had raised on her skin. Harry nearly moaned from just touching her smooth skin, but he pressed his lips together. "You can paint while I'm gone." Alicia suggested and tried to get up, knowing she was going to end up being late.

"What? Why would I-  oh! Yeah, y-yeah. I... I'll sure do that." Harry rambled on hastily, trying to cover up his mistakes. This startled feeling had shaken him so much that he had released her.

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It hadn't been too long since Harry had dropped of Alicia, and he was already arriving at the florists'. A small town shop name, 'Daisy's Petals'. He found it rather ironic that the owner's name also doubled as the name of a flower. He chuckled to himself softly at his own antics. The tall male would settle for nothing less than perfection.

Tonight was the night to get that long awaited first kiss. He had everything all planned out. Roses, dim lights, romantic candles, and a home cooked dinner were all apart of Harry's plan. Last thing on his checklist had been the two dozen roses he need to pluck of each petal and spread out diligently. Harry did however, plan to leave out one single rose just to give to her.

He had picked up his order with ease and had gotten home rather swiftly. He knew he had plenty of time to get everything ready. First he went to plucking petal by petal, ever so gently, not wanting to tear a single one. They reminded him of her fragileness and sheer beauty. He spread them out in a carefree, yet tidy manner. Then, he got all the candles set up and adjusted the lighting. Last but most definitely not least, was the elegant food he had to start preparing for her. He knew her favorite food was lasagna, so that was exactly what he made, but he took the simple dish to a whole new level. He also whipped up some great little mini chocolate cakes, with a rich mousse to top it. Everything was perfect.

He decided to change into something rather nice, even though he was still having to go pick her up first. A nice fitting plaid dress shirt, reddish pink was the focal color. Then for his lower half he had on an expensive pair of tight jeans on, and squeaky clean white converse (A/N thank god it isn't those god forsaken brown boots!) .