Always

Chapter 67

A cold wind whipped my hair off my neck as I wrapped my arms tighter around me, bucking the freezing gusts coming straight toward me as I rushed to Harry's house.  It was a Friday evening, and I could not have been happier to be on my way to spending time with Harry without having to worry about staying up too late for school the next day.  I shivered under my coat as I walked up to his house, barely pausing at his front door before letting myself in.  One glance at his driveway told me his mother wasn't home, so I didn't bother knocking. 

As soon as I entered the house, I could hear the beautiful guitar music floating through the air.  I smiled to myself as I shrugged off my coat and hung it on the coat rack; I loved it when Harry played.  The music grew louder as I climbed the stairs.  As I made my way down the hall, I could see him sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to me as he faced a window on the wall. 

I grinned harder as I paused in the doorway to watch him for a few seconds.  He wore a light blue button up over a grey t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the taught muscles of his forearms that moved with every movement of his fingers.  His wide back was hunched slightly over his guitar as he looked down at the frets, frowning slightly as the beautiful melody continued to flow around the room, his fingers I couldn't see strumming the strings perfectly. 

Everything about him was so beautiful that I couldn't hold my feet back from carrying me toward him.  After reaching the side of his bed, I crawled onto it and over to him.  I knew he felt my weight because I saw him smile in his profile, dimple forming in his cheek as he glanced back slightly at me.  Once I reached him, I let my palms slide over his shoulders and down his chest, hugging him from behind as he continued to play a slow song.  My lips pressed into the side of his neck, greeting him.

"Hi," I mumbled, my lips fumbling against his skin.  I squeezed my arms around him. 

"Hiiiii," he returned, starting to put his guitar down before I stopped him.

"No, keep playing," I urged, smiling into his neck.  "I love it when you play for me."

"Okay," he said, grinning.  I watched from over his shoulders and his long, lean fingers picked at the strings, deftly picking each one correctly as the music began to roll off the guitar again.  My fingers scratched lightly up and down his chest as I sighed happily.  I had never been so content in my life.  Without really meaning to, my lips found his neck again, pressing into his warm skin just above his shoulder once more.  He shivered slightly, pressing his back further into my chest.

"I can't play if you're gonna do that," he said quietly, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips.  I giggled.

"Sorry, babe," I slid my arms back from around his neck to wind them around his torso from behind, hugging him tightly to me before pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade and releasing him.  I grinned at me over his shoulder as I flopped back onto his bed, wiggling until I was rested up against his pillow.

Much to my displeasure, he put his guitar down on the ground before crawling up to lay next to me on his side, his proximity instantly making up for him stopping playing.  He rested his head on one hand and let his other arm hang over my hip, allowing his fingers to fiddle with the hem of my shirt.  Every once in a while his knuckles would brush against my skin and send a shock through my body. 

His eyes, which were focused on his hand playing with my shirt, slid up to meet my gaze as he bit his lip gently.  I quieted the moan that almost escaped my lips; he looked so hot when he did that and he didn't even know it. 

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" he asked suddenly, twisting his mouth to the side and raising his eyebrows.

"As always, whatever you're doing, I'm sure," I teased.  It was almost silly that we even had to ask each other at this point.