Nothing Matters

Chapter 25- Happy

Happy

I was happy. That's how I felt. Though the sky's were dark and clouds swallowed the entirety of the city, I still managed to obtain a wide smile. Harry was lying beside me, his legs warmly tangled into mine. After yesterday's wonderful experience, we slept in through the rest of the day and woke up every now and again just stare into each other's eyes and trace patterns into each other's skin. The feeling quickly lulled us back to sleep, and finally we were in a steady slumber that wasn't broken until this morning.

Harry was still asleep, his eyelids fluttering and his lips twitching. he'd roll over and push his arms underneath his head, leaving me all alone on the other side of the bed. I was cold, and yearned his warmth. I wanted his entirety to wrap around my small frame and send me an abundance of heat. My teeth began to clatter and my lips pursed into a frown. "Harry come back." I whispered, though I knew he couldn't hear me. "Come back." I repeated slightly louder. After waiting 5 whole seconds for him to reciprocate by rolling over and wrapping me in his arms, nothing happened. My arms were freckled with goosebumps. I sighed before swinging my legs out of bed, and then realizing that I was only clad in my panties. "Shit." I whispered before grabbing my robe from the hook on the door and slipping my arms into the sleeves. No wonder I was freezing. I clambered towards the kitchenette, my bare feet felt raw against the wooden floor. I know it's risky to not wear socks during the winter, but I was too tired to get some from my drawer. There is a possibility of me becoming sick, but I shrugged it off and clenched my hand around a mug, taking it from the cabinet.

After, realizing my coffee machine was having some issues, I sighed and stuffed the mug into the microwave with water. I'm quite surprised that my absence hasn't become aware to Harry, but it doesn't phase me, so I quickly prepared my cup of coffee and scurried back to bed. After taking endless sips of the hot creamy beverage perched in my hand, I finally sat it onto a coaster on my nightstand to drift back into bed. Harry was still sleeping soundly, and it began to worry me. "Harry, I'm cold." I sighed, seeing if he'd react, and 3 seconds later, he rolled over and fastened his arms around my body, snuggling his chin into my neck. My lips pressed to his hair, and I smiled slightly. He was like a sleepy teddy bear.

"Don't let me go." I breathed onto his skin. "Ok." He retaliated in a boyish voice, muffled with my shoulder in his mouth. I settled in his arms for 2 hours longer, until his eyes peered open sleepily. His mouth slowly turned into a gracious smile, pink lips plump and pouty. "Good morning." He groggily exhaled, drawing little shapes on the nape of back with his finger. Somewhere in between that hour of being in his presence, I shimmied out of the robe again. My breast were hidden under the duvet. "It's 12:00 now." I shuttered with my eyes pasted onto his. "Is it?" He chuckled animatedly. I nodded, my hair brushing against his cheek. I felt his hand slowly glide from my back, to the base of my hip where his fingers slipped into the band of my underwear. He thumbed his fingers over my waist, emitting a warm breath to slip from my mouth. His hand panned back up my stomach and he lightly palmed by breast. "Your skin is-- so so so soft." He exaggerated, smiling smugly at me. I scoffed and swiped his hand away playfully.

"Perv." I seethed, pressing a harsh kiss to his puckered lips before slipping out of bed and slipping back into my robe. "I need to get ready." I informed him, pulling my packed suitcase out of my closet and plopping it onto my carpeted floor. harry frowned, pulling the duvet closer to his body. "Why you gotta go, baby?" He complained, closing his eyes and stuffing his head into his pillow. "How do you think I feel when you leave for interviews, or take trips to Covent Garden?" I snapped, preparing some clothes for when I finish my shower. One of his eyes peered open at my dispute. "Sad?" He answered, his eyebrows forming together. "Sorta." I sighed, walking towards the washroom. Seconds later, he was traipsing after me, some boxers hanging loosely around his hips. "Can I join?" He asked forwardly, slipping into the washroom along with me. I ignored him playfully, a smirk in my face. I quickly peeled the robe from my body and stepped into the glass tube. Harry, looking at me with feigned annoyance, pulled down his boxers and followed my steps inside. "I didn't give you permission to get in with me." I queried, crossing my arms over my breast. Harry laughed dominantly and pushed me against the cold tile wall, his lips caressing mine. "You git." I seethed into his lips, my tongue finding his. His hands freely wandered my body, massaging my hips and my thighs. After detaching our lips, Harry pressed his forehead against mine and peered at me, his eyes a dark color that depicted the dusty pale green of the trees outside. "Don't fall in love with anyone in New Jersey." He compromised, pressing his thumb to my cheek and placing one last gentle kiss to my lips.