-Harry's POV-
I woke up with the feeling of another body in my presence. My eyes fluttered open to find my face buried in Miranda's messy hair, I breathed it in smelling the fragrance of her coconut shampoo and conditioner. The smell lingered and I enjoyed it every second. My hands wrapped around her sleeping body as I pulled her closer to me, so her back and my chest were touching.
In every single moment in my life, I wouldn't change this one for anything in the world. I missed her a lot more then I thought I would when I let her go that day. It pained me to see the sadness in her eyes. I thought I was doing what was right for her, but I was wrong. I missed everything about her. The way she's stubborn, maybe even more then I am. Her curiosity, the way she always wanted to know more then I could give to her without hurting her. Her kindness in not judging me, like everyone else. Her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes that would stare off into mine, as we just stared and not spoke a word to each other. And lastly her heart, in willing to be with me even when I'm a dick towards her.
Her coming back for the week only made me the happiest guy in the world, and I intend on doing everything in my power to make this an unforgettable week, cause who knows. This may be our last with the way my own personal investigation is going. I don't even know who they guy was who killed the girl and handed me the gun. I'm thinking it's the bastard who set me up about ten years ago, but I don't know.
I need to clear my name so I can live freely and not worry about being caught tomorrow. I want to spend my time with Miranda without sneaking around. I want to be with her every single minute of every day of the week.
My arms tensed up squeezing her in my arms. I could feel her body shift, but I wouldn't let her. I should let her sleep but I need every second with her as I possibly can. "Miranda?"
I started to shake her, and she started to groan. Her arms undertook mine and she stretched them out wide. "Harry?" She called out.
"Morning." I whispered in her ear, a smirk upon my face. She turned her body over so we were face to face and chest to chest. Our legs tangled in each others. She smiled and I leaned in a bit as I kissed her forehead.
Her eyes fluttered open and shut as she tried to adjust her eyes to the light from the sun. The sun rays were coming through the cheap shades. Her eyes finally managed to stay open for more then a few seconds before she spoke up again. "Morning."
"What are we doing today?" I asked knowing that was a stupid question.
She giggled and looked directly at me. "I dunno, not much I'm supposing. We're kind of locked up in here."
I pushed back a piece of hair that was covering her face and pushed it behind her ear. Her hands I found on my arms as she ran her fingers over, tracing the outline of everyone of my tattoos. She kept retracing the one on my upper right arm, a tattoo that matched Zayn's and Louis's tattoo as well.
"What does it mean?" She asked, it was translated into a Japanese symbol. メンタル
"It means mental."
"Mental?"
"Yeah, most people don't know but we use mental as a slang word for a good or bad experience. "
She smiled and retraced it. "It's definatly my favorite."
"Really?" I asked, I had no idea why. It was a silly tattoo I got with the boys when I got out of jail. It was my first and I thought my last but it relieved my pain. Every bad thought would somehow disappear for a while, until later of course. "I was thinking about getting another one."
"Really, what of?"
"Your name."
"Hell no. You're not putting my name on your body."
"And why not?" I asked, I know it's not a good idea to put your girlfriends/wife's/or whatever the hell the two of us are's name as a tattoo. Cause usually things up end badly. But I don't see myself with anyone else besides her. I want her to know how much she means to be even if I can't say it to her face as I would like too. I want to show her how much by putting her name on me. A part of me.
She just kept shaking her head no. "Terrible idea. You can't."
"Well if I want your name on my body, so be it."
She gave me a death glare, which was also reassuring in a twisted way. I smashed my lips on hers, needing the taste of her lips on mine. It made her stare disappear as it turned into a grin that I could feel through out the rest of the kiss. Her hands slithered up my body and made her way up to the back of my neck as she locked fingers around.
I wasn't comfortable in the position as in which I was in, so I slowly got up and hovered over her as my lips were still on hers. My knees holding up my body on either side of her body.
"Miranda, Harry?" I heard Perrie's voice call out for us as she knocked on the door.
Fuck every single time, I swear. I parted lips with Miranda and looked at the closed door that stood between Perrie and the two of us. I looked back at Miranda and she had a giggly look on her face as I had a frown upon mine. "We will finish this later." I said. With that Miranda pushed me off her and onto my side of the bed.
She pulled the covers off her body and ran over to her unpacked suitcase near the closet. She unzipped it and quickly changed into a pair of black leggings and a white band T-shirt. The fact that she wasn't afraid to change in front of me, was kind of hot. I mean we haven't slept together, but she was teasing me as I just saw her in her black bra and panties for a few seconds before her clothes covered them back up.
I just watched her in the corner as she pulled her leggings up to her hips. She ran out the door to join Perrie in where I assume was the kitchen. Or at least I was hoping. Cause I am starving, and Perrie can't cook. So I'm hoping it's Miranda doing the cooking this morning. I got out of the bed and quickly slid a pair of black pants over my boxers that I had slept in last night.
I walked out of the room to find no one in the kitchen, and no one actually cooking. Shit, looks like it's cereal this morning. Again. I walked towards the cabinets and got a bowl and the Coco Puffs, along with a spoon and the milk.
After shoving a couple of spoon fulls down my throat, almost enough to choke me. I walked into the living room to find Perrie and Miranda talking and giggling. Which is never a good sign, when there's no other gender in the room. I sat down and took the seat next to Miranda as Perrie was sitting on the recliner. Zayn must be sleeping in, like usual. Lucky bastard. I threw my arm up and over her shoulder as I felt her sink deeper into my chest.
"No he didn't!" Perrie shrieked.
"But he did!" I had no absolute clue what they are talking about, like usual. Girls are hard to read, but guys are even harder. I really hope this wasn't anything I should be worrying about.
"What are we talking about ladies?"
"Nothing." The both said in-synced as if it was planned.
I kind of just sat there finishing my Coco Puffs, trying to understand what they were saying but in reality I had no clue. Once Zayn had woken up him and Perrie had decided to go shopping for the day and get some stuff for the rest of the week, and also check up on Louis and see if he's gotten anymore information since last time we've seen him.
Then there was two.
I finally had gotten up and threw my bowl in the sink. I joined Miranda back in the living room, and just sat there with her wrapped in my arms. The two of us, alone, together. I kind of like the sound of that.
This is how it's meant to be.
I will make her mine.
Soon.
A|N: Hey guys, happy update huh? Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I hope it partially helps you understand the title name "Mental" more to come on the name later on though.
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