Casanova H.S

Chapter Twelve

I roll over in bed expecting my arm to land on Harry's chest, but when it doesn't my eyes slowly open in confusion. Where is he? A slight panic starts to rush over me wondering if he has now left after what happened yesterday. However, this is his house so why leave?

I push the covers of noticing that I am still only in my underwear, and Harry's big shirt. I rush over to a chair in the corner where I see my clothes nicely folded. I only put my socks on because apart from my cold feet I felt oddly comfortable.

His room isn't exceptionally big, it's just normal I suppose. A bed in the middle, a chair, and a dresser. That was it. Along with the other rooms in this house, it is painted a dark color, and honestly, it is nice. I am tired of all the orange, and yellow walls. I have always found them quite ugly.

I open the door to his bedroom and make my way outside, and down the stairs. I can hear a weak humming coming from the kitchen, and I quickly relax getting a confirmation of where he is. I walk over to the kitchen but stop in the doorway taking in the cozy sight. Harry is only standing in his boxers, as he hums along to a tune in his head. However, his full concentration is on whatever he is cooking on the stove. The sight brings a smile to my face, wishing deep inside that this wouldn't be the last time I would wake up to this.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his stomach, planting a soft kiss to his shoulder. He jumps a bit in surprise, but relax as soon as my lips touch his skin. I can see him smile to himself as he looks down at the omelet he is making.

"Good morning," I say as I rest my head against his back.

He turns around. Our eyes meet, both smiling the widest we have smiled in a while. "Good morning." He leans down placing a tender kiss to my lips. "So I was thinking that we could go for a picnic today. What do you think?"

"I would love to," I tell him. He leans his forehead against mine, and all I do is close my eyes and take in the moment.

"You should wear my shirts more often." He says leaning back to get a look at me.

"You think?" I take a few steps back and do a slow spin for him. His eyes travel up, and down my body. I stop with my back facing him and look over my shoulder to see him staring at the bottom of my shirt.

"Definitely." His voice has a slight hunger to it. He moves over to me wrapping his arms around my waist in a tight grip before he places a kiss to my cheek. "But you have to go and change because we are leaving as soon as the food is done, and I would be damned before I let you walk out of the house like this."

"Afraid other guys will stare?" I tease him as I turn around in his strong grip.

"Oh baby, if they stare they are the ones that should be afraid." A smirk makes its way to his lips, and I know exactly what he means.

I hit him weakly on the shoulder at his words. "If you hurt someone you are the one who's going to be afraid," I say sending him a warning glare. He backs away with his hands up in surrender. I smile at him before making my way back upstairs to change.

-

"If you could have any power in the world what would it be?" Harry asks as he puts a strawberry in his mouth. I am laying in-between his legs, resting my back against his chest.

"I would read peoples minds," I tell him in excitingly.

"Why? Wouldn't that be tiring after some time?"

"I guess, but haven't you ever wanted to just know what people really thought about you? To know all their secrets and the things they afraid to say?" He just shrugs as is the thought never really has crossed his mind before. "Well, I think it would be fun. What power would you have?"

"I would be invisible. To get away from people for a while seems very relaxing, and listening to peoples conversations whiteout them knowing would be very entertaining." I can feel his breath brush against my ear with every word he speaks.

I pick up a strawberry of my own. "Okay, I got one. Have anyone ever tried to guess your real name?" I take a bite of the strawberry letting it's sweet taste fill my mouth.

"Oh yes, a few, but their suggestions were terrible." He chuckles at the memory.

I turn around a bit so I am able to look at him. "Honestly I think you do look like a Harry."

"I have never understood how people can look like names. I have heard people planning the name of a baby, and then changing it when it's born. Like do they just plan on it being named William, and then when it arrives their like 'no, he looks more like a Paul'?" I can't help but laugh at how worked up Harry is over this little thing as if it has really bothered him for a long time.

"I have never understood that myself, but you do look like a Harry." I move of him and walk over to my bag.

"What are you doing?"

"We don't have any food left, so I thought I could get some writing done," I tell him as I pull out my notebook. "And I am serious this time you can't interrupt me. I have a lot to write." I look at him sternly, and he nods.

"I wasn't planning on it. I am actually going to do some writing on my own." I look at him surprised as he pulls out his own notebook.

"Really? When did you start writing?"

"I have been writing for a really long time, but it's not stories like you, it's more like poems and such. I guess I lost inspiration for a while." I look at him impressed. I walk back over to him and sit down again.

We both fall into a comfortable silence as both of us get lost in our writing.

-

"Harry I have to go now," I tell him for the thousandth time, but he won't let go.

"No don't. Stay one more night." He begs as he buries his face in my neck.

"You know I can't. My sisters will get worried, and he comes tomorrow." It hurts me that I have to remind him of it, and myself. This is something I don't want to do, but I have no choice, and I hate it. I am mad at my sister, but I know that she is just looking out for our family.

He sighs, and pull away looking at me with sad eyes. "Is this goodbye then?" He is trying not to show it, but I know this is hurting him because it is hurting me too. I would have chosen Harry a thousand times before I ever would have chosen a stranger with money.

"No," I tell him, and he looks at me surprised. "For us, it will never be goodbye. We will see each other, we live in the same town so it is very hard not to. However if in a few years we are both free of all of this we can run away. Just us two, if you still want me then." I place my hand on his cheeks and bring his forehead down to mine.

"I can't imagine the day I won't." He tells me making me smile at his words. "I'll see you soon." He says closing his eyes, and I know it's because he doesn't want to see me leave.

"I'll see you soon," I whisper. I place a last soft kiss to his forehead before I let him go, and walk away. His eyes are still closed, and when he opens them I will be long gone.

I am quickly out of sight, and I am to occupied with the thought of Harry to see where I am going causing me to bump into someone. The girl I bumped into scoffs as she pushes past me. "Watch where you're going." She says rudely, but I just brush her off before I quickly make my way home to let my sister know I will marry this stranger so she can give him the answer he wanted today.