Always

Chapter 31

I couldn’t think of a single thing to say that could possibly do justice to the breathtaking song I had just heard.  His eyes held mine as I pushed myself off his bed and closed the short distance between us, holding his face between my hands and pressing my lips to his. 

He let out a soft sigh before responding.  Our lips moved slowly against each other’s, but I could feel every ounce of meaning flowing between us; I wanted him to feel what I couldn’t put into words.  I wanted to placate his fears of being left, being abandoned; there was no way I would ever leave this incredible boy. 

He pulled back a few inches, setting the guitar down next to him before grabbing my hand and pulling me into his lap.  My legs dangled off to the side of his hip as my arms wrapped themselves around his neck.  Gingerly, he put one of his hands on my thigh, barely above my knee, as his other arm wrapped around my waist. 

Once I was settled, I leaned in to kiss him again, brushing my lips softly against his before he pulled me in closer, deepening the kiss.  I ran my fingers across his sharp jaw as his tongue swiped along my bottom lip in a tantalizingly slow movement, making me shiver slightly.  I might have been my imagination, but I thought I felt him smirk just the slightest.  Giggling, I pulled back and gave him a quick peck before leaning my forehead against his.  His fingers traced softly back and forth against my skin as his eyes focused on my lips.

“That was amazing, Harry,” I said quietly.  The corner of his mouth tugged up.

“You liked it?” he asked, voice impossibly deep.

“I loved it,” I replied, letting my fingers run across his cheekbone now.  “I can’t believe you wrote it.”

“Yeah… um, I dunno,” he said softly, shrugging modestly and grinning sheepishly.  “I’m glad you liked it.”

“When did you write it?” I asked.

“Um… recently,” he said mysteriously.  Huh. Recently.  What did that mean?  Could it possibly be that he wrote it because of me?  It seemed pretty cocky to assume so, but if I had a feeling it was.  If I had even a sliver of the talent at song writing he had, surely my song would express the same emotion.  I felt that strongly, so I suppose it was possible that he did, too, despite how confused I still was about everything. 

I smiled at him and gave him another quick kiss.  “Recently, huh?”

“Yeah… I was, erm, inspired you could say,” he said, eyes connecting with mine, smile on his face shining through. 

He had basically just admitted the song was about me, which meant two very important things: he had, on some level, similar feelings to my own.  It also meant, however, that he was clearly very afraid of everything coming to an end and being alone.  He was afraid of losing… me. 

“Harry I’m not going anywhere,” I told him, ducking my head to force him to look at me.  His expression was loaded as he met my gaze- eyebrows pulled together, eyes intense, lips pressed together firmly.  I noticed his breathing had gotten shallower as well.  He paused a few seconds before speaking.

 “You’re not?” he asked.  His hand squeezed my thigh tightly as he held me.

“No, I told you I’d stay, didn’t I?” I said, smiling softly at him.

“You did,” he said, grinning shyly.  “Always?”

“Always,” I said, full blown grin now plastered across my face before leaning down to kiss him again.  My hands came up to cup his face as his lips parted quickly, allowing my tongue to push against his.  He tightened his grip on me and pulled me even closer to him.