You're My Destiny - discontinued

Chapter 34

I wake up, I estimate maybe after one hour, by the sound of heavy breathing against my ear. Harry's face is pressed right up against the crook of my neck, his hot breath tickling me faintly and also raising my body temperature dramatically. He has his heavy arm draped over my torso and his leg tangled with mine. I mean, I'm not against cuddling but this is just ridiculous.

My eyes capture the way his full lips are slightly parted, curls going all over the place, chest moving up and down as his inhales and exhales and his long lashes almost touching his cheeks. I lift my arm out of the covers and comb his soft, wild hair between my fingers, and I hear Harry groan vaguely in his sleep as I tug softly on his roots. I just can't help it, his hair is so alluring.

It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!

Haha, I just made me laugh.

I stare back at the body lying, very much, on top of me. Everything about him is perfect. His smile, his dimples, his green eyes, his eyebrows, his nose, his barely-there freckles that you wouldn't notice he has until you were this close to him, his untamed hair, his raspy voice, and most importantly, him.

Every second that I continue to stare at him only convinces me further that he is absolutely flawless. But it also confirms that he is absolutely crazy; why would someone as perfect as him, like someone as flawed as me? I made it clear to him that I am broken, I might as well have put an 'out of order' sign on my forehead, yet he's still here. He's absolutely insane.

I stop touching his floppy mop of hair and bring my hand down to grab his wrist. I bring his arm in front of my face, without him seeming to be affected at all, and check the time on his watch. I squint my eyes when the sunlight from outside reflects off the metal part of his watch. What the hell? It was freezing this morning and now it's absolutely scorching. The thick grey jumper I chose to wear this morning to accommodate the cold weather doesn't seem like a very wise choice now.

"Harry," I whisper while tugging at his shoulder, with the aim to wake him up from his nap. He doesn't react at all so I start to shake at his shoulders, with all my might - which isn't that effective considering my non-existent muscles.

"Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry," I say repeatedly while poking at his chest. He groans irritably and turns to face the other side.

Ha, he thinks he can get away that easy. I decide to take a different, yet risky approach, hoping it will get the job done. I lean my body closer, so I am pressed up against his muscular back and put my mouth to his ear.

"Harrrrry," I whisper as seductively as I possibly could, but it came out more like a whining baby. Yeah... I'm not very good at this. "Time to wake up sleepy head," I say while playfully biting at his earlobe, making him turn his head to me abruptly with eyes wide open.

Yes! Mission completed. *Theme song of Kim Possible playing*

While I was too busy celebrating my success, I don't realise Harry getting up from his position and turning his whole body to me while slowly starting to hover over me. "It's not very nice to tease me like that," his raspy, sleepy voice says lowly while his eyes turn distinctly darker.

He leans in closer, about to place his lips on me before I quickly interrupt him. "Harry, it's four thirty," I inform him while bringing my hand up as a barrier between our lips.

"Ughhh," Harry groans while I bring my hand down. He lifts up his wrist and checks the time, while keeping one elbow propped up near my head to keep his weight off me. "Shit," he cusses before surprisingly giving me a quick, innocent peck. "Raincheck?"

"Mmm, better not," I quote the line from Pitch Perfect, but Harry doesn't seem to get the reference. He pouts, making his pink lips look very inviting. "I was quoting a movie dummy," I clear up.

"So that's a yes?" He grins.

"In your dreams," I mock.

"My dreams tend to come true," he says cockily.

"Well, don't get your hopes up," I tease while pushing him away from me to hide my crimson cheeks.

I watch him intently as he gets off of me hesitantly and climbs off the bed. He bends down to pick up his bandana that fell on the floor while he was sleeping, giving me a perfect view of his behind. What? I couldn't resist! It's very nice and right up in my face!

I turn my perverted gaze away, embarrassed by my own thoughts as he starts pacing around the front of the bed. "Shit! Paul's going to kill me," he panics, he says while looking at his phone. I assume by his frantic state that he has some missed calls or texts from his daunting bodyguard. An uncontrollable giggle leaves my lips as I watch him get worked up, he looks so cute when he's agitated.

He stops suddenly in front of the bed and stares at me expectantly. "What are you doing just sitting there and laughing? C'mon, we have to go now!" He exclaims while climbing onto the bed and lifting me over his shoulder.

"Ahh! Harry, put me down now!" I pound my fists at his lower back and kick wildly in front of his face.

"Woah, woah easy there, I have a photo shoot in a couple days and I want to keep my face bruise-free," he says before placing me on the ground once we reached the living room. "Now, grab your stuff and let's go."

"But Harry, it's so hot!" I whine like a 5 year old, while fanning the material of my jumper against my body. Damn you Mother Nature!

"Here take this," he says casually while lifting his white shirt over his head.

"Woah, woah, woah mister. Stop right there," I say while hastily covering my eyes with my fingers. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Giving you my shirt?" He says in a 'duh' tone as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "I'm sweating just from looking at you in that jumper. Here put this on."

I feel material falling on top of my head. When I open my eyes I just barely see Harry's silhouette through the translucent material of his thin shirt. His scent overtakes my mind and I breathe in deeply to take in his scent, like the weirdo I am. Hopefully he didn't see me do that, of course he didn't, I'm covered by his shirt. I realise how stupid I must look just standing here silently with a shirt hanging over me, so I quickly remove it from my head.

Holy shit, I was not prepared for the picture in front of me. Harry is standing in front of me shirtless, worn out boots, black jeans snugly fitted around his extremely toned legs, hands behind his back, v-line, abs, pecs, tattoos scattering his body and when my eyes finally reach his face a cheeky grin is showing from ear-to-ear.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he says condescendingly, yet playfully.

"Pfffft, I wasn't staring at you, I was staring at your tattoos," I partially lie. I was definitely staring at his sculpted-by-God body, but I was also studying his tattoos carefully from afar, too scared to step any closer to his half-naked figure.

"Yeah, sure," he says sarcastically.

"Shut up and put on a shirt," I turn away to hide my burning cheeks.

"I will if you will," he pushes.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just... cover up!" I say while motioning to his bare skin.

He chuckles as he walks into the bedroom, I presume, so I take this time to quickly lift off my over-sized jumper that I got from the men's section at Target. I feel my body temperature decrease instantly as my skin exposes to the air. I pull Harry's white, see-through shirt over my head and praise myself for wearing a white bra. His shirt reaches just above mid-thigh, making my legs look even shorter than normal. I tuck in a section of the shirt into the waist of my jeans to make me look less of an Oompa Loompa, and leave the rest of the shirt to cascade down my hips.

Harry comes back into the room, just as I put my shoes on, wearing a shirt with black stripes. His amble comes to a stop once his eyes reaches me, and he bites his bottom lip before quickly looking away and leaning against the counter.

"I'm ready when you're ready," he says and while staring and tapping at the screen of his phone as I tie up the laces of my converses. I then pick up my jumper off the floor, and attempt to shove it into my already over-flowing bag.

"Harry, it won't fit," I struggle.

"That's what she said," he blurts out almost unconsciously. My eyes widen in shock, and so does his as be brings his hand over his mouth. "I'm so sorry, it just came out. I forgot that I was with you, I didn't mean t-"

I burst out laughing at his genuine apology. I always see the gentlemen side of Harry, and it's refreshing to see the crude and boyish side for once. "Geez Harry, you don't have to say sorry. I can take a joke," I say in between fits of laughter and he lets out a sigh of relief.

"It was a good one, wasn't it?" He says proudly.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't make it a habit though. I'm still a girl and have innocent ears," I inform. "As I was saying, my jumper won't fit because I have too much crap in my bag. Come here and help me push it in." Harry smirks and tries to stifle a laugh, and I can tell he is struggling to hold in another dirty remark. "Harry..." I warn.

"Alright, alright! I don't see the big deal, just leave it in my room," he suggests.

"And how will I get it back once you leave for Japan genius?"

"I'll give it back to you when you pick me up for our date tomorrow," he winks.

"Ugh, do I really have to take you out on a date?" I groan.

Well, I kind of owe it to him since I ruined the date he had arranged today, but what could I even plan? How do you even take care of a boy? Like, how many times do you feed them in a day? Do you have to walk them regularly or?

"Yes, you do," he says sternly.

"But-"

"No buts."

"Ugh, fine," I give in, knowing Harry won't take no for an answer. "Get ready for your best date ever," I say sarcastically.

"Can't wait," he winks cheekily. "Now let's go."

I fold my jumper neatly and place it on the arm of the couch before slinging my bag over my shoulder and following behind Harry as he strides towards the door. Just as we walk down the hall, and into the elevator, Harry's phone rings. He picks up after four rings and a voice screeches through the speakers immediately, making Harry flinch and move the device quickly away from his ear. He brings it back after he allows himself to adjust to the sudden volume.

"Alright, calm down mate. I'm coming now........ I'm about to get out of the elevator........ Where did you put it?.......... Where's that?.........Okay, I'll be there in 20 minutes," I hear another outburst come from the other line. "I'm sorry okay! Jesus, relax. I'll make it before sound check," Harry says before he abruptly hangs up the phone.

"Paul?" I assume. We walk out of the elevator and Harry shoves his phone deep into the right pocket of his skin-tight jeans.

"Yeah," he sighs, proving my assumptions to be correct. "There were too many fans outside when they all left so he parked my car out the back entrance. He said it was on the underground floor, down the hallway, take the second left, then the first right, third left, first right, fourth right, left and then right. Simple enough," he says carelessly.

Simple? That sounded like a recipe for disaster. Sometimes I wish I had that map that Dora had, so that I never got lost again - Wait, what?! Did he just say car? My body stops moving, in panic and I stand still as Harry's figure continues to walk down the corridor.

"Hey Beth, I was thinking-" he finally turns around and realises I'm not by his side. "What are you doing all the way back there?" He chuckles distantly, but then his laughter comes to a halt when he sees my condition. He makes his pace back to me, with puzzlement all over his features. Once he reaches back to where I am, he puts his hand on my shoulder, but I couldn't feel it. "C'mon we have to keep going, Paul's going to murder me," he says while guiding me down the hall. I don't even know if I'm walking, I'm completely numb. My breath hitches in my throat, loud enough for Harry to hear. "What's wrong Beth? Talk to me please, I don't want a repeat of last time."

"I-I-I can't. I don't want to get in your c-car," I manage to say.

"Look, I know you said that you don't trust strangers to drive you, but I can't possibly be a stranger anymore right?"

He actually believed me when I told him that. I was so much better at lying back then, even though I was never the best liar, people always seemed to believe me and it was so easy. But now I just feel guilty for lying to Harry, not when he is always truthful to me.

"N-no," I stutter. "I-I lied."

"Then what is it?"

"I just... Really don't like cars, in general. Please, please don't make me go in," I beg breathily.

"How else are you gonna get to the arena then?" He raises an eyebrow dubiously.

"I'll take the tram and meet you," I propose.

"Don't be silly, we can just go together," he chuckles. Wow Harry, not the right time to be laughing.

"No," I say firmly.

"Oh c'mon! Don't you trust me? I'm not that bad a driver. I mean yeah, I get the occasional speeding ticket and sometimes I do a rolling stop and maybe I don't -" he rambles.

"Harry, you're not helping," I say through gritted teeth, his words only scaring me more.

"I just don't get why you won't get in the car with me. Is it because it's not a nice model? Because I can rent a differ-"

"No Harry! I just... don't have the best luck with cars. Do you understand?" I emphasise to subtlety suggest that my experiences with cars have been anything but pleasant. He slowly nods in understanding. "I haven't been in one for three years," I admit painfully after a moment of silence.

"Well, what a better time to start," he advocates.

"Harry, I've been avoiding car's for a reason and I'm not going to get in one now, if ever," I say shakily, even though I want more than anything to sound confident. I feel my whole face start to twitch and my body tremble just at the thought of being in a car, aka death traps.

Harry moves his hand from my shoulder, to my waist while bringing his other hand to my neck and bringing me into a tight bear hug. "You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you right?" His voice comes out muffled against my hair.

"You can't control that kind of stuff Harry," I whimper.

"I know, but I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe. You hear me Beth?" I nod against his chest. I do believe that he would try to keep me from danger, but matter how hard he tries, nobody can prevent the inevitable. I hear a jingling noise, making me shake in anticipation and tremble in fear.

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