The Witness (H.S.)

20

Immediately there are a dozen things coming to my mind of what could go wrong when going out with Harry. They range from 'getting mobbed by fans' over a 'run-in with paparazzi and the following consequences' to 'being recognised and exposed right then, right there'. And then excuses I could use to let him down easy are up next. Those range from 'think about possible rumours' over 'I have to do what's best for Ava' to 'I'm married what would people think'. But then I think about how it could be to go on a date with him. How he would hold my hand and kiss me at the end of the night. And no matter what he would plan for the date I'm certain I will like it. So I throw caution to the wind and ask:

"When?"

"How about Saturday?", he asks and rubs circles affectionately over my back.

"Ok", I say and surprise apparently not only me. Harry looks at me wide eyed.

"Really?" When I nod his face lights up with a bright smile and a sparkle in his eyes. His dimple is showing and making me weak in my knees.

"Ok. It's a date on Saturday." Saturday. That's three days from now. Three more nights. I'm already impatient. We linger cuddled together in bed a little longer. Delighting the moment and enjoying each others closeness.

"I'll get something to drink for us. I'm thirsty", I say at some point and slide out of his embrace. I grab his shirt from the floor and some new panties from my chest of drawers. Afterwards I quickly use the restroom and then scamper out of the room and downstairs. From the living room sounds from the tv can be heard so I try to be as quiet as possible to walk into the kitchen not wanting Josh to hear me. Especially not while only   wearing Harrys shirt which reaches barely mid thighs. I leave the light off and open the fridge as silently as possible. As I reach for water bottles someone grabs me at my waist making me flinch and a little soundless scream escapes my mouth.

"Boo!" Harrys laughter echoes through the room as he successfully scared me. My heart is in my mouth still I laugh about myself. I didn't even hear him coming downstairs.

"Idiot", I mutter under my breath.

"It was just too tempting", he chuckles then reaches for my hands.

"Dance with me", he whispers and pulls me closer to him resting one hand on my waist.

"There's no music, Harry", I object.

"There is", he speaks silently and places my hand on his chest making me feel his heart beat under my palm and takes my other one in his hand. With slow steps he leads us through the kitchen only illuminated by the light of the fridge and the moon high in the sky. The soft light meeting his face awards his beauty something magical. His eyes shimmer in a forest green and seem to be endlessly deep that I loose myself in them. When he spins me around my own axis my laughter mixes with his. It is those small seemingly insignificant moments with him that make my heart leap in my chest. I won't ever need fancy restaurants or expensive gifts to make me happy if there are moments where someone is taking his time to make you smile. Someones time has greater value then money could ever buy. It's all a matter of time. And ours is limited that I'm aware of, but still, I want to suppress this thought knowing too well that the to be expected agony I'll have brought upon myself. And the thought to loose Harry is just... no. No. It's inconceivable and yet it'll be
inevitable.  

"A penny for your thoughts", he whispers and looks deeply into my eyes as if he could decipher them like that. I haven't noticed that we stopped moving.

"I just thought that I like this a lot. You know, those little moments", I answer honestly and wave my hand as if to show the moment we just shared.