Her Deliverance (vol. 2) ON HOLD

Thirty-five

Harry's fingers ran up and down my spine in slow soothing motions while I laid on my side, my head resting on his black t-shirt covered chest. We had been laying here in silence for several minutes now, both of us tired after our on and off sexual activities during the last three hours. My eyes were closed and I was in that half awake, half asleep state as I listened to the sound of Harry softly humming the newest Ed Sheeran single. I could feel the vibrations of it against my cheek and I smiled tiredly, tightening my slung arm across him. I kept listening to the lowness of his voice, letting it soothe me further into sleep. I was on the verge of completely passing out when Harry stopped humming and I felt him shift beneath me.

"You brought it home with you?"

Opening my eyes, I looked up at Harry confusedly but then moved off of him when I saw him trying to sit up. Once I was off, he sat up and reached for one of the pictures I had hung up on the wall along with my polaroids. He pulled it from the clip it was attached to, then laid back on the bed, holding the picture in front of his face with a small grin on his lips. I leaned my head on his shoulder and took a peek at the picture he was holding to see it was the one of the sign language trip we took back in high school. The one where Harry was staring at me while I laughed like a hyena. Yet the way he looked at me in the picture was as if he adored me nonetheless.

"Yeah, I decided it'd look better in here." I told him, blushing when he turned his head to look at me with a smirk.

"Or maybe because you just like it." He said, leaning over to kiss my forehead. I rolled my eyes and ducked my head into his shoulder.

"That too."

I felt him sigh, one arm slinging around me before he rubbed my shoulder. His other hand still held the picture up, green eyes trained on it thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him, plopping my chin on his chest as I stared at him. He bit his lip, eyes still on the picture as he shrugged.

"Just can't believe I'm with you now. After crushing on you for years." He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. Pressing my lips together, I felt my face heating up as I thought about the fact he still didn't know I had been crushing on him as well.

"Want to know a secret?" I asked him after a moment of silence. He tore his gaze away from the picture and arched his eyebrow at me, tilting his head down. The action gave him a double chin but it only made him so much more adorable.

"Course I do. Spill, baby."

I bit my lip, my cheeks growing red before I even tell him. "I had a huge crush on you too."

His eyes widened slightly and he reeled his head back more into the pillow, shifting to lean up on his elbow as the picture fell to the bed on his other side. His mouth was gaped open as he blinked at me repeatedly. "You're shitting me."

"I'm not."

He pursed his lips. "For how long?"

"Since Freshman year when I first saw you at orientation." I shrugged. "I was so embarrassed about falling in front of our whole class, everyone laughed at me but you were the only one not laughing."

He smiled at me and moved to lightly brush my cheek with his fingers, head tilting in adoration. "I didn't laugh because it looked like it hurt and I was genuinely concerned."

"It did." I whine and he laughs, cupping my cheek now while his thumb continued to brush my skin. "But even before that, I saw you walk in the gym and thought you were so cute. You were oblivious to all the girls staring at you too, which I liked."

"I wasn't oblivious," he told me and leaned forward until our noses were touching. "I saw you staring."

My cheeks burned. "I know, I remember. I was embarrassed you caught me."