murder || harry lewis

four

[ rose's pov ]

harry had texted me, but i couldn't bring myself to reply.

i'd left monday morning, and it was now wednesday night, and i hadn't spoken to him since.

i sighed, i missed him.

tears trickled down my cheeks as i lay, unable to sleep, thoughts of the blue-eyed boy filling my mind.

the way his face lit up when he smiled, to his lips lovingly pressed against my own. his gentle hands that held me, to his irises which were home to so much adoration and beauty.

without thinking, i pulled up a pair of grey, knee high socks, leaving harry's shirt on that i'd slept in, grabbed my keys and phone, and got into my car.

north london i read, driving to the familiar, cosy shop that i knew harry would be in.

"rose?"

"harry." i whimpered, looking into his tired, upset, but loving eyes, "i'm so sorry. i knew you worked wednesday nights so i came. i'm so scared." i rushed, leaning into his chest when he ran out from behind the counter and hugged me.

"do you remember the first time you came here? it was a wednesday night and you couldn't sleep, so i sat and talked to you for hours." harry spoke softly.

i nodded and he grabbed my hand, pulling me to sit down with him at my usual table.

he pulled me onto his lap, his chin on my shoulder and his arms tightly, but comfortably, around my waist.

"i'm so sorry for leaving and ignoring you, i was just worried the gang members would try to hurt you, and i couldn't face the thought, so i went home, but you never left my mind." i whimpered, leaning my head back onto his shoulder and holding his arms around me, "i love you."

"it's okay, princess. i'm okay. i love you too."

i shuffled round, so i was sideways on his lap, and i buried my face in his neck, peppering kisses to his warm, tan skin.

harry held my jaw, tilting it up and kissing me softly, my hands going to cup his face as i kissed back, butterflies filling my stomach.

"is that my shirt?" harry smiled.

i nodded, resting my head on his shoulder and lacing my fingers on my right hand with his left.

"i have tomorrow off, we can cuddle if you want?"

"i'd love to." i said, allowing a little giggle to escape. "what days do you work?"

"monday, tuesday morning, wednesday night, and friday."

"what time is it?" i asked softly after a comfortable moment of silence.

"three in the morning." harry mumbled.

i yawned and started aimlessly playing with his fingers as he kissed the top of my head, his free hand resting on my stomach.