Vogue.

Fifty Four.

Celine

After my charade in the hallway, Harry practically carried me to the door.

I released a cackle and Harry laughed at me, resting his face in my neck. I held my hand against the side of his face, appreciating the small gesture of adoration. I then turned around and his lips closed over the skin of my neck, making it hard to insert the key card into the lock.

I finally unlocked it and pushed the door open.

His arms didn't leave me, even as I walked to the bed to drop my purse.

He let all of his weight fall onto the bed, taking me with him. He turned us so we fell on our sides, causing a giggle to slip from my lips.

He stood with a groan, and I flipped onto my back, to look up at him. He lifted my foot, tugging my heels off. I watched him drop them and look around the floor of the room.

I couldn't help but notice the swollen bags under his eyes and the strained look in his eye as he searched.

I reached up tugging his hands forward.

"Sit." I commanded. "Relax, that's what you're supposed to be doing." I sat up, and pushed his blazer down his shoulders and off his arms.

I wanted to take care of him. He needed me to care of him, because, clearly, everyone neglected to see how tough his life was at the moment.

I stood up and grabbed the suitcase that wasn't mine and crouched down to open it. I pulled out a pair of his shorts and tossed them on the bed.

I then picked a pair of my shorts and pajama bralettes with their matching silk robe and took them to change in the bathroom. I retrieved my toothbrush and face wash.

I heard Harry get up and join me with his own toothbrush. I watched him in the mirror and he watched himself.

A pang in my stomach pulsed seeing him look so dejected. He makes me physically react to him. I don't think that's ever happened to me before.

I rinsed my mouth and took all of my makeup off. He watched me after washing his face. I finally washed mine and looked at him.

His content features contorted to confusion and surprise, seeing my worry. I was worried and wanted him to know.

"What is it?" He asked, stepping forward to hold me.

"You look so tired." I breathed, my hand pressed against his cheek.

"I am tired." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Harry, are you working too much?" I asked. "You need to rest."

"I'm okay, I had a long night and I'm jet legged." He shrugged. "Don't worry about me-"

"How can I not? Look at you!" I cupped his jaw, releasing a deep sigh.

"I'll be fine after I sleep." He shook his head, holding my wrists.

"Okay," I gave in. I turned him around and held onto his bare middle as we walked to the bed. I plugged my phone In as he got in the bed. I turned the light off and he turned away from me.

I grinned knowingly, and obliged to his wants. I got under the blanket and accommodated to his body, and held him like that. I kissed the start of his spine and rested my forehead there until he relaxed.

I laid with him for a while then rolled over to my phone.

I texted my sister asking where she was, since we were supposed to be rooming, then continued my apartment search.

I intended on buying an apartment but there are so many affordable homes that I could definitely see myself in.

I added another place to my list and sighed. Liana messaged me informing me that she was with Ruth, Charlie, and Aspen.

Harry rolled over, and his arm dug into the mattress under my back, to pull me into him. I lifted my arm so he was able to lay his head on my stomach.

"I can't sleep." His voice was deep and raspy.

"Do you want me to lay with you?" I asked, running my fingers through his new, short hair.

"No, no. I can't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep." His breath tickled over my bare stomach.

"Have you tried anything?" I asked.

"No I don't wanna have to take any prescriptions and-"

"I have a natural sleep aid." I sat up. "It's an herb." I crawled to the end of the bed, tugging my bag over and getting the bottle from the side pocket. I took two out. "Let it melt on your tongue." I told him, popping one in my mouth.

He looked at the small pill and took it.

I locked my phone and laid back with him. I draped my leg over his knees, and pressed my knuckle against his jaw to make him lift his chin to meet my lips.

I kissed him slowly, paralyzing him until I opened my lips and he craned his neck up to kiss me harder. His tongue swiped over my bottom lip, and I let mine find his.

I began to feel everything. The shape of his lips molding to mine, his leg wrapping around mine, his thumb tracing over my thigh, his other hand grabbing the back of my other thigh and pulling me over him.

Even his motions seemed tired; slow and lazy.

I moved my lips down his jaw and chin to his neck. I closed my lips over his skin and grazed my tongue over the spot.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked, pushing me up lightly

"Anything." I nodded.

"It's difficult... to know that he had you this way." He said. I immediately knew what he meant.

"Don't think about him-"

"It just feels wrong." He interrupted me.

"Wrong?" I asked, sitting up to look at him.

"No, no. Not us." He shook his head. "I have no doubt about us. It just feels like I should hate him for having you-"

"He never had me, Harry. I'm yours and I always was, okay? He shouldn't matter. I'm sure you've had great sex with other girls and that doesn't change how much I love you." I told him.

"I do love you."

"Good." I leaned down and kissed him. He sat up, letting me sit in his lap.