Lost for You

Chapter 15

"Here" I say handing Harry the bowl of pasta that I had to reheat since it went cold again.

"Thanks" he says and I sit next to him on the huge couch, folding my legs in.

"Did you make this?" he asks looking in to the white bowl.

"Yeah" I say taking a mouthful.

He looks up at me and raises his eyebrows as if to say 'yeah right'.

"What? I did!" I try to say with my mouth full of pasta, but you can hardly understand what I'm saying and we both laugh.

I finally swallow my food and Harry takes a small taste.

"This is so good" he looks surprised and takes another bite.

"I'm actually an alright cook" I state and Harry scoffs.

"I am!" I defend.

"Sure"

"I'll cook a proper 3 course meal for you one day" I say confidently even though I've never done it before.

"Deal" he says reaching his hand out and I give it a firm shake.

"I look forward to it" he smiles gently at me before returning back to eating his pasta that he can't seem to get enough of.

After Harry clears his first bowl he goes and gets another, finishing that one just as fast the first.

"I will admit, that was pretty good" he says putting his bowl next to mine on the coffee table.

"Told you" I smile proudly at him before turning on the TV.

Some sort of crime scene movie just started and I leave it on as Harry seems to have taken an interest.

"It's the friend" Harry says as one of the investigators goes through the suspects.

"How do you know?" I ask wondering how he came to that conclusion so early in the film. It had only been on for less than twenty minutes and the crime only just happened.

He shrugs, not taking his eyes off the TV and I laugh at his concentration as he watches it closely.

The ads finally come on and he lies down, stretching out his arms above his head which lifts his shirt up slightly, revealing his lower torso and small butterflies fly around inside my stomach. I don't think I will ever get use to Harry's naked body even though I've been at my most intimate with him more than once now.

He looks down to me sitting at his feet and turns on his side before patting the space in front of him. I unfold my legs, crawl down the couch and lie my back to him so I can face the TV. He moulds himself around me and props his head up on his left hand that now bends at the elbow, allowing him to see the TV too.

"What else are you good at?" he asks wrapping his right arm around my waist.

"What do you mean?" I say, placing my hand over his and begin gently stroking the backs of his fingers.

"You said you're good at cooking. So what else are you good at besides fucking?" he asks again and I kick him with my foot making him laugh.

I actually have no serious answer for him.

"Umm..." is all I can say. What am I good at?

"Do you still suck at sports?" he asks and I know he's smiling.

"No!" I say and he gives me a small squeeze to let me know he's just playing even though we both know I do.

I've always been quite fit but never that co-ordinated or strong enough to play sports, even though I do like playing small social games.

"Fine, yes I still suck" I admit and he lets out a small laugh the same time I do.

"You weren't that bad" he says sarcastically and I lightly elbow him in the stomach.

"Ouch" he says, even though it didn't hurt at all, then we both fall silent as the movie comes back on.

The investigators begin interviewing the first possible suspect killer, the guy who was throwing the party.

He looks sketchy enough to have done it but then again his answers make him come across as innocent.

"It's not him" Harry sighs as if he has the whole case figured out already and I smile at his confidence.

I try to continue watching as the investigators return back to the crime scene for more clues but my eyes begin to feel heavy. They begin to water as I force them open every time they close, so eventually I keep them shut and snuggle myself closer against Harry.

I can hear the talking on the TV getting quieter as I fall more into sleep. Harry's chest calmly rises and falls against my back and it makes me even more relaxed to feel him holding me so close. My mind slowly drifts off in to its own small fantasy world....

"Do you miss living in Canada?" I hear Harry say and my eyes slowly flutter open.

"Huh?" I say quietly trying to wake up a little more and take in what he was talking about.

"Oh sorry I didn't realise. Go back to sleep Jamie" he says quietly, trying to allow me to drift back.

I turn around, keeping my eyes closed and snuggle my face into his chest pushing my left leg in between the two of his and he pulls me closer once again.

"It's OK" I say sleepily into his chest, "I guess I do miss it but I like being here too".

"Do you miss your friends?" he asks tracing small circles on my back.

"Yes. I still message them though" I say relaxing under Harrys touch.

If there's anything that can put me to sleep, it's someone drawing on my back or face as well as playing with my hair. Playing with my hair is one thing that relaxes me almost instantly.

"Did you have a boyfriend there?" he asks and my body stiffens at the thought.

"Yes, but we broke up" I say not wanting to talk any further about it and Harry stops his hand on my back.

"Why?" Harry asks much to my annoyance.

"Reasons" I say shortly and he lifts my chin up so I look at him but I keep my eyes closed not wanting to look him in the eye. Just the thought of my ex-boyfriend brings back all the fear I left behind when I got on the plane to come live with my brother.

"Jamie..." Harry pushes for me to explain further.

"What." I say still not opening my eyes and he begins to trace his fingers along my lips, making them tingle under his touch.

"Never mind" he says finally dropping it and I relax a little.

"Was he as good as me?" he asks and I mentally scream at him continuing on the same subject.

"What do you mean?" I say opening my eyes now, keeping a straight face and he stops brushing my lips.

"At fucking?" he says, seriousness clear in his face, his green eyes searching mine.

"Oh my god Harry" I smile at his question and bury my face back into his chest.

"Well was he?" he asks a little more panicked now and I look up to see a crease forming in between his eyebrows.

I can't help but laugh at his concern for thinking another person may have pleasured me more than he did. I stop when I see he doesn't find it funny at all.

"The word is sex Harry, not fucking. And no he wasn't as good as you if you must know" I say and lean up and kiss him on the lips. I can feel him smiling against my mouth, proud of my answer.

"Knew it" he says turning me on to my back then rolling himself over top.

He starts to give me short, small pecks with his lips all over my face then down on to my neck.

"Harry stop" I laugh as it begins to tickle.

"Are you still ticklish?" He asks, stopping briefly to look at me.

"No." I try to lie and a small smile appears on his face as he realises. He sits up on his knees, both knees either side of my hips, looking me dead in the eyes and I know what he's about to do.

"Harry ple-"I start but he already begins tickling my sides making me burst out in laughter.

"Harry!" I try to scream but it's taken over once again by my own laughter. I can barely breathe from the sensation causing me to laugh hysterically. My eyes are closed as I barely manage to take any more of his playful torture.

"Harry please!" I manage to plead just before I take another breath to fill my lungs and he finally stops.

Harry slowly leans down over top of me while I try to re gain my breath, still smiling at the tickling I felt only seconds ago.

"I love hearing you laugh" he smiles down at me, his dimple indenting on his cheek. I move my hand around his cheek, grazing my thumb across the dint.

"You can make me laugh other ways" I say sincerely as I hate being tickled but love it all at the same time.

"I know" he says and leans down to kiss me.

I lift my head slightly and push my lips against his softness, our mouths moving only slightly before pulling away.

"You're missing your movie" I say turning to the side to see a cop hand cuffing the friend of the man who was murdered. Harry was right.

"Told you" he beams and I shake my head at him, surprised that he guessed right.

"I'm going to get something to eat. Want anything?"

"Water please" I say before covering my mouth to let out a small yawn.

"You're tired. Go to bed and I'll bring it up to you" he says kissing my forehead then gets up and walks towards the kitchen.

I slowly get up and drag my feet upstairs to my room while I hear Harry filling me a glass. As soon as I get to my room I slide in to my bed, not bothering to turn the light on as the hall light allows me to see enough. I lay in bed but only cover myself with the sheet as the electric blanket already warms my bed and I'm a little hot.

"Here" Harry says walking in to my room shortly after and I sit back up to take the water.

I down the drink instantly, not realising how thirsty I am, then place the glass on my bedside table.

"Thanks" I say laying back down and Harry joins me still chewing on something he must of ate before coming up.

I turn on my side so I'm facing Harry and he the same but I close my eyes almost instantly as they get heavier once again.

He scoots closer to me and pushes some hair away from my face. The feeling calming me instantly.

"Did you miss me?" Harry ask quietly.

I nod my head in reply as I am unable to speak as he continues to play with my hair, grazing his knuckles against forehead ever now and again. Obviously I missed him. I missed him more than anything in my entire life. To me Harry was and still is my everything. Ever since we were little Harry has been special and I always wanted to be there for him no matter what. I never want to leave my little green eyes boy, who has now grown into a handsome, young man. A seemingly dangerous and intimidating young man but my gentle boy nonetheless.

His finger then begins to make spirals just above my eyebrows then down the side of my face before stopping.

I groan in protest at his ending of touching my face and he puts his fingers straight back on to my cheek, carrying on with his small patterns.

"Sorry" he chuckles and his finger moves across my nose before tracing over my eye lids.

His every touch is tranquilizing me further in to sleep, making it harder for me to hear his voice as the darkness takes over. He's talking to me but I can barely make out the words he is saying.



"Goodnight baby" I think I hear him say then I feel his familiar lips press softly against mine, sending me off in to a dream focussed on the beautiful boy I wish never to let go of...