Together [Sequel to Love Actually]

Chapter 18

               So Harry and I took things a little far last night, and it may have gotten a little noisy. It felt like Harry was letting all his built up frustrations on me, and to be honest I liked it better that way.

               We laid panting next to each other, and Harry laced his clammy fingers in between mine.

“I love you.” He said huskily.

“I love you too.” I answered.

               Harry smiled, and kissed my forehead gently. I rested my head on his sweaty shoulder, and he breathed in deeply. I could tell he had a lot on his mind, he hadn’t really been himself lately, and I could help but blame myself.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked tracing imaginary circles on his bare chest.

“A lot.” He stated after a few minutes of thinking.

“Well, like what?” I asked imploringly.

“Us, you mostly.” He said.

“What about me?” I asked swallowing a nervous gulp.

“Are you okay?” He asked me caringly.

“I am Harry, are you?” I asked nervously.

               He shook his head slowly, and to in another shaky breath.

“Well, if you tell me what’s wrong I can help you.” I said reassuringly.

“I don’t like you and Niall being alone together, and I know it sounds like I don’t trust you, and that’s not it, I don’t trust him. He’ll try to make a move on you or something, and let’s face it the kid isn’t ugly, what if you start to get feelings for him on accident, or what if you decide he’s better for you then I am, or what if-…” Harry rambled on but I cut him off with a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I only want you.” I said.

               Harry nodded, and I could tell that didn’t really convince him of much.

“What can I do to make you see how much I love you?” I asked.

               Harry shrugged, and I let out a loud sigh. I got out of bed, and threw on some panties, my bra, a pair of spandex shorts, and Harry’s t-shirt.

“Got out of bed, we’re going for a walk.” I stated.

               He looked at the clock.

“It’s almost two in the morning.” He said baffled.

“Right, it’ll be nice and private.” I smiled, and threw him his boxers.