All That Matters

Chapter 42

"Louis should be back in about three hours," I tell Harry from the kitchen.

"Okay," he replies as he walks down the stairs, shirtless. That's a sight I definitely could get used to. The black ink that's swirled across his chest and arms showing skulls, roses, a butterfly, and many other things I don't understand. It had always been so strange to me, the thought of tattoos. But on him, it's beautiful. It's his way of expressing himself and who he is. His body is his canvas and his tattoos are the paint, portraying his life in symbols and pictures that only make sense to him. I wish I could know the meaning behind them all; the meaning behind Harry himself, as well. I know him better then anyone else, yet there is still so much to learn about him.

"What?" he asks when he notices a smile on my face as I watch him.

"Nothing," I shrug and he chuckles.

"Whatever," he smirks a bit and runs his fingers through his long, brunette hair in such a way that I feel as though my heart will pound out of my chest. His emerald eyes flick between me and the tv after he took a seat next to me, and I feel an uproar in my stomach when I meet his jade gaze. These few days that I've spent at his house have been so perfect. Sure, he was the usual stubborn jerk he is a few times but he'd quickly shape up and change his mind. I think that about half the time I've been here has been spent laying in his bed, our bodies intertwined as he spoke aimlessly about anything, yet he hardly has ever talked to me about his past, and I'm becoming very curious about it.

"Have you told Louis yet?" he speaks up, his emotion hardening.

"Not yet," I sigh, unsure of how I will be able to accomplish that seemingly impossible task without destroying our friendship. He looks back at the TV and I can't read his emotion.

"Harry, it won't change our relationship." I say, guessing that he was afraid that Louis would cause me to change my mind.

"He's your best friend and he loves you. I think he can very well change it." he says, not meeting my eyes.

"Harry," I groan, standing up and stepping in front of him. The stool he's sitting on has us at eye level and his eye contact makes my legs go weak. "Listen to me; I love you, not Louis." I say. When he doesn't reply I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in, kissing him. I'm pleased when he snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me up into his lap. In seconds my legs are wrapped around him and we haven't broken contact once. A soft moan escapes his lips and he smiles lightly as I tug at his hair.

This is the feeling I live for.

When my stomach erupts in butterflies and I can hardly feel my legs. His skin causes a strange, burning sensation that leaves me longing for more.

The way his fingers travel down my back and under my shirt is so familiar and smooth. I love it.

He pulls back and breaths deeply.

"I love you," he huffs.

"I love you. Only you." I reassure him, my heart fluttering as a smile forms across his lips, making his dimples visible and his eyes shine.

"You are my heaven," he says, and the lyrics to my favorite song replay through my head at his words.

"That's from A Drop in the Ocean," I say.

"You're favorite song." he adds with a wink.

"You remember that?" that was like three months ago when we were hardly friends at all, yet he remembers it still.

"Of course." he says deeply, his accent causing chills to travel up my arms. It's amazing what he does to me.

(Sorry this chapter is a bit short! The next chapter will be longer and more exciting(; thank you all so much and please comment thoughts and theories, and maybe even comment what your favorite part of this fanfic had been so far?? I also have another fanfiction, Broken, so check that out as well! thanks for reading and don't forget to vote!:)x)