Undead Protector - MAJOR EDITING - Harry&Alice book 1.

Chapter 19

#Alice's POV#

The Amazon... Of course...

How the hell is that 'Of course'? Why would we be going there? I have no interest in the friggin' Rainforest! Yeah so I have donated the odd pound for Rain forest charities but no way do I plan on leaving this country! Never have, never will!

"Ha-ha-ha..." I laugh nervously "You're joking, right? Ha-ha, funny one" I say fakely.
Harry stares at me blankly before blinking twice "Go pack your things" And then he leaves us in the garden
"The way Harry shows his emotions is just beautiful" CeCe sarcastically rolls her eyes
"I know. So much passion" Louis mumbles, walking back into the house followed by myself. "Are you okay? Do you need.. Pills or something?" He suddenly turns to me. I shake my head No. I had my tablets with me, my anti-psychotics.

"Alice!" Harry softly called, I wave to Louis before jogging up the two flights of steps and into the attic- Conjoined rooms. Harry was quickly stuffing his things into a suitcase
"How long are we going for, exactly?" I sit on his bed, swaying my legs back and forth
"As long as it takes" He says, speedily coming to sit with me
"What takes?" I grab his hand beginning to trace the creases in his palm 
"Finding him... Getting the information from him and so forth" He sighs, watching my fingers intently.

Something about Harry... Makes me feel so calm, makes me feel like nothing will ever hurt me, no one could do me any wrong when he's around. Then there's the feelings and urges that scare me so. The butterflies, clammy hands, stuttering, staring and... The urge, the very strong urge to just cup his face and kiss him. I am going to end up with a broken heart, I see it now.

"Information? From who? Who is he?" I interrogate
"Well aren't you just a bundle of questions" He teases using his free hand to pinch my cheek
"And your obviously not a bundle of answers" I groan, flopping my back against the bed; interlocking my fingers with Harry's instead of letting go.

He layed back next to me, both our legs dangling of the edge of the bed, though I think Harry's feet touched the floor whereas mine certainly didn't. "Hearing you breathe is really relaxing" Harry whispers, before looking anywhere but me - obviously not meaning to say it aloud. But I am glad he did because the feeling in the pit of my stomach - where the butterflies fly during Harry's presence - is the best feeling ever. I can't describe it.

"Uhm, thank you?" I laugh ever so slightly
"Sorry! Was that really creepy, I didn't mea-!" He babbles
"It's fine. It's rather sweet, actually" I look away as my cheeks heat up. I hear him chuckle lowly before he uses his index to move my head so I can look at  him and vice versa "Look at me" He says softly and I look him dead in the eye "That wasn't even a good compliment... I mean, I could have told you how beautiful you are or how cute it is when you blush or how your eyes are perfect or- or that I love your hair" He rambles, grinning widely as I giggle and blush furiously
"Shut up, you cheesy git" I giggle rolling into his side with one hand covering my eyes.

He didn't say anything for a while, but I could tell he was smelling my hair...
"You smell of black coffee in the morning" He blurts making me laugh again
"W-What?"
"I don't know... I remember when I was young - wow that was a long time ago - anyway, I remember walking down stairs in the morning and my mum would have a black coffee and it's the nicest smell ever" He explains
"You're weird" I giggle, curling into his side; causing him to wrap his arm around me as he played with my fingers... I inhaled his scent "You smell of... Vanilla?" I ask and he nods "Tell me about your family?" I ask and he nods
"Gemma... My sister, she is older by a few years and I love her to pieces. I- I don't know what I'd do without her, really... She's one of the best things in my life, we don't really talk much anymore but when we do it's hard to get us to stop" His eyes twinkle as he speaks - showing how much he admired his older sibling "My mum... She's the- The perfect mum. I obviously don't have anyone to compare her too but she is the best I could ask for, she always did what was right for me and I love her for that. We had a rough time with craving blood together since she had not long since changed when I was born" He sighs yet his smile doesn't drop until... "My dad. He left my mum about 50 years ago now, but it still... Still gets me sometimes. But it's better now, she has Robyn, he's a great guy and my mum really loves him and dad, I don't know nor do I want to" He sighs "And yours?"

I laugh breathily "My dad... Well you know what he was like... A liar and a idiot but I- I love him, he did what was right eventually and I admire him for that, he was brave... He was really brave" I say and Harry squeezes me in encouragement "My mum she was beautiful, I always wanted her eyes... The way they twinkled in the light always fascinated me, I always wanted to be like her, caring, beautiful and lovable. I idolize her and her protective nature... My mum was my everything" I tell
"You are just like your mum... I know it, I remember her really well and you two are just so alike in so many ways it's uncanny - The resemblance that is - Your personalities are the same as are your looks and love, trust me... Your eyes are beautiful, hypnotizing even" He says.

Well if that didn't kill me, I don't know what will.

"Your skin is perfect... I've always like tanned girls but your skin is... Wow. You're freckles are adorable and your lips are beautifully sculpted and your eyelashes are so long without any of that... Black stuff" He says and I giggle "I love the way when you laugh you screw your eyes shut but then I hate it too because I can't see your eyes. It's cute when you're angry and your face goes red and you think you look intimidating but you look Like... Like a angry kitten" He purrs childishly. By now, we are on our sides facing eachother.

They were also butterflies, sweaty hands and goofy grins.

"I always want to hold your hand... Your perfectly soft hands" He raises my hand to his lips and kisses each knuckle "What I wouldn't do to hug you twenty-four, seven. Be by your side all the time" He sighs before his fingers rub my bottom lip "What I wouldn't do to kiss these" 

And before I'd even made my movement coherent to myself I had grabbed his face and kissed him. Our lips weren't moving, no. My bottom lip was tucked between his, we were just... Kissing.

Suddenly, his lips began moving. I have no clue what I am supposed to be doing so I copy his movements as exact as I can. Which seemed to be working as he smiled into the kiss... Well of course he could be laughing at how awful I am...

He pulled away obviously noticing my breathless state, our foreheads were resting against eachother as we smiled "Don't think into it. Live in the moment" He says as we begin again.

I don't even know if I want to run away anymore. I could honestly get used to this kissing thing. 

Except when Harry's fangs cut my lip.

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