She's Not Afraid

What Just Happened

***Chapter 41***

            Harry wouldn’t tell me. No matter how I tried to sneak it out of him, he seemed to provide an excuse or seemed to realize what I was trying to do. I needed to know what he was planning if it was some sort of, date or torture session or something.

            Currently, we were staying in our hotel room, me lying on the bed, watching some telly show. It was about 5:30 pm, about two hours away from what he was planning.

            “Watch this.” Harry interrupted the silence, even though it wasn’t really silence, due to the telly. He tore my attention away from the expensive tv, which wasn’t considerably that hard because I didn’t understand a word it was saying, due to the fact that everything was in French.

            He pulled open the white wood framed door that lead to a small balcony/terrace thing that came with the hotel room. He looked down, a smile almost instantly forming on his face; I heard endless screams coming from 18 floors below us. The crowd of fans, seeing him out there, smiling and waving at them, obviously made them very happy.

            He stepped back inside after a moment, keeping the door open. The screams and hollers of appreciation stopped slowly then all at once. He smiled, and then stepped back outside onto the balcony, the screams erupting once again.

            He did this a few more times, before finally coming in and shutting and locking the door behind him.

            He walks over to where I was still laying on the bed. “Isn’t that rad?” He asked in amazement, lying down beside me, propping his head up on his folded arm.

            “You’re such a loser.” I tell him, smirking. He does a cute little pouty dog face and I could tell he knows he’s teasing me. “And a tease.” I add.

            “Me?” He scoffs. “Me? A tease?” He replies and I roll my eyes. I decide to try my hand at that to get what I want.

            I lean in slowly, kissing him softly then growing more unsteady as we go. I like the way his lips mold onto mine. I literally feel like they were made to come together. And I don’t care how cheesy that sounds. I feel like there is a connection there, I suddenly hope he feels it, too.

            Oh my gosh, I think to myself. What if he doesn’t feel it, too?

            I pull away, hesitant because, I mean, what’s the point of kissing him if he doesn’t feel what I am feeling?

            “Now,” He starts, opening his green eyes and staring right at me. “You’re the tease.” He states, and I giggle in the least girlish way. He leans in and gives me a peck on the lips, but I refuse to give him much more than that.

            “C’mon,” He whines, giving me the puppy dog eyes.

            “Tell me what you’re planning.”

            “No.” He retaliates immediately, sitting up from our current lying down position. I sit up, too, scooting closer to him and rapping my arms around him, giving him a side hug. I kiss his earlobe, trailing my lips down his neck lightly, bringing it back up to his jaw line. He pulls me to sit on his lap and wraps his arms tightly around my waist, my back against his chest.

            “Please.” I say, kissing him once more on his jaw line.

            “No.” He says, doing the same actions back to me. I close my eyes in bliss as his mist lips sweetly trail kisses down my neck. I hate when he does this.