Only You {h.s}

Chapter Twenty Eight*

"I love you, too."

I smile widely, letting out a breathy laugh.

"You do?"

Harry nods his head, ginning.  Tears begin to pool in my eyes.

"Say it again."

"Meredith Tomlinson, I am completely and totally in love with you."

I press my lips to his, letting my tears fall.  His hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing them away.

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly.

"I'm just really happy you love me back," I sniffle.

Harry smiles at me fondly, continuing to wipe away my tears.

"I think I've loved you all along," he admits.

I crash my lips into his again before resting my head in the crook of his neck.  I tighten my arms around him, holding myself as close as possible.  He kisses my head and slowly lets me back down to the ground.

"C'mon baby, w-"

Harry stops speaking when he sees my leg give out slightly.  I wince as I try to keep my balance.

"What happened to you?"

"I um," I feel myself flushing slightly in embarrassment.  "I jumped out of my window."

"You did what?" Harry exclaims, his eyes widening.  He immediately lifts me up bridal style and carries me up the stairs.

"I needed to come see you," I say quietly.

"You could've gotten seriously hurt," he shakes his head and walks through his room and into the en suite.

Harry sets me down on the counter next to the sink and hurriedly finds a first aid kit.  I watch as he gently removes my shoes and thigh highs to get a better look at my knees.  Purple bruises are forming as well as a small gash in my right knee.  Harry's jaw clenches and unclenches repeatedly.

"It's not that ba-"

"But it could have been!" he interrupts me.  He reaches into the first aid kit and gets gauze and some antiseptic and begins cleaning my knee.  "You have to stop being so careless about your safety, Mer."

"I just wanted to see you," I mutter, more tears forming.

Harry finishes cleaning me up.  He bends down and presses a kiss to my bruises before connecting his lips gently to mine.

"I can't lose you," he mumbles against my mouth.

"You won't" I whisper.

Harry's hands grip my waist, deepening the kiss.  I tangle my fists into his hair and match his rhythm.  My legs hook around him, getting as close as I can.  Our tongues roll against each other and he bites my lip, causing me to let out a small moan.

Harry moves his hands to the back of my thighs and picks me up, walking us out of the bathroom.  He tosses me on the bed, making be bounce as I hit the mattress.  I giggle, watching him climb over me with a smile of his own.

His starts leaving open mouth kisses to my neck.  I moan softly as he sucks the skin right above my collarbone, leaving a lovebite.

My hips involuntarily start rolling against his.  He matches my movements, grinding his bulge against me.  My hands pull at his hair, needing something to hold onto.

"H-Harry, please."

"What, baby?" he mumbles against my neck.

I moan as he moves his lips lower.  I want him to know what I want without me saying it.  I want to go all the way.  Fuck, make love, whatever.  I just want it with him.