Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Sleepy Smiles Or How A Hand Squeeze Says More Than A Thousand Words

Hello my lovely readers, I hope your days were better than mine. If not, it will hopefully be improved by this chapter. :) All the love, Summer xxx

The next morning I woke up with a strong pair of arms wrapped tightly around me. It took me a couple of seconds to realise that my pillow was breathing and when I opened my eyes, a swallow was looking back at me. I blinked a couple of times and tried to make sense of my surroundings, until it suddenly hit me and all the memories from last night came rushing back to me. Carefully, I tried to move a bit without waking up the sleeping man underneath me, but as I tried to roll off him, his grip momentarily tightened around me and when I looked up, a pair of green eyes were looking down at me. "Morning, love." Harry greeted me, his voice hoarse and very deep and gave me a sleepy smile. "Morning." I smiled back and then tried to move again. "Oh, sorry." he apologised immediately, a hint of red on his cheeks, and let go off me.

My eyes wandered to my alarm clock which told me that we have to get up in ten minutes anyway, so there was no use going back to sleep. "What time is it?" Harry's voice came from behind me. I turned around and held up the alarm clock making him groan and pull the blanket over his head. "And here I was thinking that I was the only one having problems getting out of bed." I chuckled. "His head poked out of the blankets again, his hair spread around his head on the pillow like some sort of halo, making me grin down at him. "It kind of depends what kind of plans I have for the day." he explained to me rather seriously. I giggled and stifled a yawn, which made Harry yawn as well.

With a sigh, I rolled out of bed and walked over to my closet. I hesitated for a second, before I took out the black dress. The last time I had worn it had been the day of my dad's funeral and just touching the fabric brought back a lot of memories. Without me noticing it, Harry had gotten out of bed as well, and was suddenly standing behind me. A big hand placed itself on my shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly from behind me and I nodded, before turning around. He was standing very close in front of me, too close. I could see every little detail, every freckle and little imperfection which made him so unique. My eyes lingered on his pink lips for a moment, before my green eyes met his.

I cleared my throat and took a step back, my cheeks flushed. My hands were suddenly incredibly fascinating and after a moment I quickly made my way to my chest of drawers for some underwear and a pair of tights. "Would you mind if I just got dressed really quickly?" I asked him and turned around again to face him. "No, no, absolutely not, it's fine. I'll make us some breakfast  in the mean time." His gaze wandered across the room on the search for his hoodie and when I spotted it next to the bed, I quickly picked it up and threw it in his direction. He caught it with ease and after another small smile in his direction, I disappeared into the bathroom. 

Slipping back into the black dress brought back all the memories I had been trying to forget so it took me a very long time to get ready. After a couple of minutes, there was a cautious knock on the door. "Are you alright, love?" Harry sounded concerned, so after one last look into the mirror, I walked over to the door and opened it for him. "Hi, I'm sorry for knocking, but you were in here for a while and I wanted to make sure you were okay with, well, you know. It's only been a couple of weeks." He nervously run a hand through his messy curls and I gave him a reassuring smile. "It's fine, Harry, don't worry about it. Thank you for checking up on me." Visibly relieved, he returned the smile and then guided me towards the kitchen where he had prepared some tea and toast for us. "This looks great, thank you." I gratefully took the steaming mug and sat down for a quick breakfast.

While Harry took a shower and got dressed, I did our dishes and then wrote a short letter to Lily, telling her where I had run off to, as she probably wouldn't be awake by the time we left. When Harry emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, he was wearing an elegant black suit which suddenly made him look a lot older and a lot more serious than the weird flowery patterns and sparkly boots that I was used to. "Ready to go?" I asked him after a quick glance at the kitchen clock and looked over to him. He visibly gulped and loosened his black tie a little bit, before he nodded. Stepping in front of him, I gently took one his hands in mine and gave it a light squeeze. "I'll be right at your side the whole time, okay?" He managed a sad smile, before letting go of my hand to pack the rest of his belongings back into his bags, before we both made our way downstairs to his car.

The car ride was very quiet. Today, there wasn't any music playing in the background and the only words spoken were when he occasionally asked me to check the traffic on his phone. When we drove past the sign saying 'Welcome to Holmes Chapel', I reached over and lightly squeezed his hand which was resting on his thigh. He shot me a grateful look and then focused his concentration back onto the road, not without giving my hand a light squeeze back before he had to change gear. As we didn't have enough time to stop by his mum's house, we drove straight to the chapel next to the cemetery where a large group of people, all dressed in black, were standing together in small groups under the light drizzle. 

Harry parked the car and turned the engine off. He took a deep breath and looked over to me, his eyes searching for something in mine, before he gave me a weak smile and opened the car door. Before I could open my own, Harry had already walked around the car and helped me out. He didn't let go off my hand when we made our way over to his mum and I felt him lightly shake next to me and I was sure that the mild drizzle was responsible for that. Gemma spotted us first and her whole face light up when she saw her little brother approaching her. "Harry!" she called out and run towards him. 

He instantly let go of my hand and wrapped both of his arms around her, holding her close his chest. They hugged for a couple of seconds, before she pulled back and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I am so glad you could make it." she told him quietly before her eyes fell on me who was awkwardly standing next to them. "Claire, it's good to see you again." She let go of Harry and pulled me into a hug as well, which I happily returned. "It's good to see you, too, Gemma. Although I wish it would be for another occasion." I gave her hand a light squeeze and she smiled at me, before she looked back up to her brother. "Come on, mum will want to see you. She's missed you like crazy." She tugged at his arm and after a reassuring glance in my direction, Harry followed her with me trailing behind them.