Trace

Chapter 41

"You sure you'll be okay with your hand and everything?" I ask Harry for what feels like the one hundredth time.

He rolls his eyes. "El, I'll be perfectly fine. Please don't worry so much."

"Oh, okay. Cos you're the one to say that..."

Harry chuckles as he puts his suitcase in the back of the car.

"Sorry for not opening the door for you last night. You could have been in Liverpool already."

Harry gives me a look. "I'm pretty sure holding you in my arms as we slept is far greater than sleeping in a small, empty bed."

I feel my cheeks blush I look down at my feet.

"Oh! By the way, what should we do for your birthday on Friday? I was thinking of coming to visit you or.."

Harry runs a hand through his hair. "Shit. I was hoping you would have forgotten that."

I laugh. "Does anyone else know? Besides your mother of course."

"Um well I told my roommate last week. He probably forgot."

I shrug. "Well I still want to see you."

He chuckles. "Okay, love. We'll figure something out then."

Harry walks to the car door and opens it. A pang of sadness takes over me and I rush over to him.

He seems surprised when I crash into him and wrap both my arms around his body.

"Woah, there. You alright?"

"I don't want you to go," I whine into his chest.

His body relaxes and he rubs my back.

"I'll see you in a few days, sweetheart. It's okay," he reassures quietly.

I feel tears well up in my eyes and I hold him tighter. Harry kisses my hair and I sniffle.

"Hey..look at me," his deep voice commands in a comforting tone.

I don't let go of him when I raise my eyes.

"Aww, baby. Don't cry," he uses his thumb to gently wipe away my tears.

"Do you still think I want people to think I'm a prude?" I ask him.

Harry squeezes his eyes closed and his jaw clenches.

"I didn't mean any of that. Please don't think of that. I fucked up and I'm sorry. I promise you I meant nothing...I was just angry. I didn't want you going for Niall."

I rest my head back on his chest and his cologne fills my nostrils.

"I'm sorry, El."

I look back up at Harry and pull his face down to meet mine. I crash my lips on his and he grabs me by the waist and turns us around so that my back is against his car.

His tongue slides across my bottom lip and I allow him access. Harry's taste makes my blood shock and I feel electricity run through my veins.

No one has ever made me feel the way I do when I'm with Harry, and I'm pretty sure no one will ever make me feel like this. Only Harry knows how to do what he does to me, and I find myself wanting more and more.

"You have to go," I whisper.

Harry reluctantly breaks the kiss, but takes my face in his hands. He looks at me with his dark green eyes.

"I fucking love you," he says.

I giggle. "Your cast feels funny against my cheek."

He bites down on his lip and leans in for a final goodbye kiss.