Before She Falls

Chapter 39

"Welcome to my room" Harry pushes his door open and it's kind of what you would expect it to look like.

The room is quite plain; only a queen-sized bed, a big window, dresser, and desk fill the space. The bed is covered with a grey comforter that looks freshly made, probably because Anne wanted her son to come back home to a clean bedroom. The metal desk is full of random objects, from notebooks to empty water bottles. The rest of the room is neat and tidy, nothing misplaced at all. The last thing I notice is Harry's nightstand right beside his bed. It's a wooden piece cut into a stack of books lining up to a flat top. And I don't think I've seen a more interesting and pretty piece of furniture in someone's actual home.

"I like it" I reply as Harry plops onto his bed.

"Don't lie" he mumbles and I stare at the small bit of his stomach that is exposed from his shirt lifting up.

"I'm not!" I promise him and move towards him. "I really like your nightstand and the rest of the room is so clean, it's nice. Even though your mom probably cleaned it for you."

"Ya caught me" Harry laughs and sits up in his bed. "I haven't been home in a while. I had almost forgotten what my room looked like."

"How long until you're back on tour?" I ask and take a sit next to him.

"Two weeks" Harry sighs.

"Two weeks" I repeat him and flop my back onto the bed.

"When does university start?" He hovers over me and the setting sunlight streaming through his window catches his eyes and illuminates with orange tints.

"Three weeks" I reply with a smile.

"What about the internship at Modest?"

"Three weeks" I laugh at the continual repetition of the phrase.

"There's a lot going on in the next couple of weeks" he says with a small grin on his face.

I nod, "With you, there's always a lot going on."

"Not true" his eyebrows furrow to the middle of his face. "What am I doing right now?"

"Spending time with me" I smile and sit up to be face to face with Harry.

"Yeah, but there's not a lot going on" Harry's eyes lower to mine.

"Really?" I stare right at his lips, very obviously.

"Really" Harry's eyes don't leave mine.

"I think you're wrong" I place my hand on his leg, towards his knee but a little higher.

Harry takes my hand into his in his lap, "Are you trying to seduce me on my own bed?"

"Is it working?" I smirk.

"You're unbelievable" Harry shakes his head and snakes his arm around my lower back, pulling me under him and onto my back.

"Hazza!" I hear Gemma call, or Anne, I can't tell from sitting in Harry's room upstairs.

"What?" He yells back through the open door.

"Come down" I decide that it's Gemma calling from downstairs, most likely from the kitchen. Anne must be finished cooking.

"Coming!" He calls back down to his sister and then whips his head around in my direction below him.

He dips his head down to plant a couple kisses on my hungry lips and it's all I've been waiting for since the last time I saw him. The feeling of his plump, pinkish lips softly pressing against mine makes my head spin.