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Chapter 29: What if?

I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Your Song - Elton John

"NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE power of a good night of sleep," my Mom used to wisely say time and again whenever something was bothering me. Maybe that's why every time I'm upset my first reaction is to lay down and fall asleep.

I didn't sleep for a whole night that afternoon but, after a nap of a couple of hours, I felt somewhat focused again once I gradually regained consciousness. I half-opened my eyes to find the room was in complete silence and illuminated by a subtle glow coming through the window that overlooked the backyard. Harry's perfume hit my senses and it was the reason why I fully opened my eyes. He was lying on the other side of the bed, fully awake and curled up mirroring my pose.

"Hi," he whispered, "I came to see if you were alright and found you asleep with the music on, and figured I'd turned it off and cover you with a blanket," he explained before I could ask as I  clasped the blue blanket that was covering half of my body. I didn't realize it was there until he mentioned it.

I smiled and managed to croak an almost inaudible "Thanks."

He propped his head in his hand, his elbow pressed into the mattress and his eyes filled with concern, "I'm so sorry, so so so sorry," he murmured.

"No, I'm sorry, I overreacted..."

"I can change the name of the song, or just take it off the album, the song is mine so they can't use it without my consent, whatever you-"

"Don't," I said cutting his offer off.

"What?"

"Don't change anything, the song is perfect, H. I love it," I said with an honest smile.

He grinned widely in relief, "And I love you."

"I love you too," I murmured as he extended his arm and pulled me by the waist across the bed and into his arms.

He held me as close to him as he could and my whole body suddenly relaxed, completely giving in to him, he kissed my temple and whispered, "Again?"

I smiled, "I love you." 

He kept trailing kisses down my cheek, "Again?" He asked slightly pulling away, his warm breath on my skin made me lose any remaining willpower I could have had.

"I love you," I managed to say giggling at the tickling his kisses were causing on my neck.

He raised his head and faced me, "I'm not sure I understood you well, love," he smirked and shrugged.

"I love you!" I exclaimed raising my voice and was cut off by his lips pressing against mine, his tongue slipping past my lips and slowly moving in sync with mine. I don't know if we spent a few moments, minutes, or lives slowly reconnecting with each other, but it felt amazing. It seemed as if days had passed since I kissed him for the last time. I gasped when he finally pulled away to hug me again, his chest tightly pressed to mine.

"I don't like it when we argue," he whispered, his head nuzzling into the crook of my neck and his hands rubbing my back slowly, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before about the song."

"Neither do I, baby," I whispered back, "I'm sorry if I was nosy."

"Let's never argue again," he implored.

I chuckled, "I don't think I can promise that baby, I'm half Italian and Latin American after all, passion is my lifestyle," I half-joked, he groaned with his face still buried in my neck, "but I can assure you I'll do my best."