Between The Lines

Chapter 20

CARLYS POV

"Do you think we should go home?" I ask Harry. He looks impatient and a little tired. It's been a long day.

"No, we can stay." He stops for a minute and I chew on my bottom lip, waiting for him to finish. "If you want, I mean."

"I need a shower... and we've been here for almost two days." I tell him.

"You wanna go?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

I do want to leave, I just don't want my mom to be alone. "Yeah." I decide.

Harry nods and stands up from the couch, gathering my things from beside the TV stand. I take my mom's hand in mine and squeeze it a few times. She smiles at me, signaling she's not asleep.

"We're gonna go, okay?" I look down at her pale face as she flashes me another smile and gives me a nod.

Harry and I step out of the room and tell the nurse we'll be back later. We step out into the parking lot, the harsh wind whipping my hair around. I quickly pull it into a pony tail as we walk over to the car.

I put our bags into the backseat and plop myself down in the passenger's seat. Harry drives to his apartment to pick up a few things before we head over to mine.

"You could've dropped me off and just went to your apartment for the night..." I tell him.

"You getting sick of me?" He teases.

I shake my head. "No, I just figured you're getting sick of me." I smile.

"I can never get sick of you." He takes my head and runs his finger along my palm.

I can't help but stare at him. He looks absolutely perfect. His hair pushed back, his eyes burn a deep emerald, and his black t-shirt hangs off his chest revealing his tattoos. His pink lips look extremely kissab-

"What?" Harry asks, obviously noticing my gaze.

"Nothing, I just- I enjoy your company." I tell him. Nice one, Carly. He has to know what I was thinking, but he doesn't say anything.

He opens the door and picks up our stuff while I make my way upstairs to unlock the door, mentally scolding myself along the way.

Harry meets me inside and takes our bags into the washroom. I trail after him. "Here, I can do it." I offer. Harry shakes his head.

"Go get in the shower." He tells me. I turn to head to the bathroom, but stop. I face Harry again and he raises his eyebrows at me. "What?"

"You aren't going to take one with me?" I frown. A cheeky grin spreads across his face.

"You want me to?" He asks. I nod, taking a shirt from his hands and tossing it into the washer.

He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me out of the washroom. "Let's go, then." He smiles.

As we make our way to my bedroom, I take my shirt off and Harry smirks, removing his as well.

By the time the shower is turned on, we are both fully undressed.

I step inside the hot tiled walls and Harry joins a few seconds later. I feel his hands wrap around my body, pulling me close to him.

"Harry." I breathe.

I feel his lips peppering on back of my neck and a chill runs through me. I turn around to face him when he pulls away, gazing into his beautiful eyes.

He pulls me close to him again, this time bringing his lips to mine. We stay like that for while, his arms wrapped around me as the warm water beats agains our bodies. We didn't even really take a shower, well a proper one at least.

After we decided to be done in the shower, we dress and order pizza.

I plop down on the couch and flip through my Netflix, settling on AHS.

"So, wait. That guy is Bloody face's kid?" Harry asks, taking in a mouthful of pizza.

"Mhmm." I nod.

"From rape?"

"Yep." I confirm. I could tell Harry didn't really keep up with the show and wasn't enjoying it.

"What do you want to watch?" I say, handing him the remote.

He shrugs. He take the remote and types something about tattoos into the search bar. He clicks on the first thing that pops up.

"Isn't this the show where they..." I stop and think for a second before continuing. "Oh yeah, they make the really messed up tattoos into cool ones." I finish what I started saying and Harry nods.

After two episode of it, I'm drifting off. The show is actually pretty interesting but, I'm ready for bed. Harry's arm is draped around me shoulder and my back is against his shoulder. I hate to move but, I don't want to fall asleep on the couch for the tenth time this week.

"Harry, I'm going to bed." I tell him. He looks down at me, I, up at him. "I don't want to sleep on the couch again." I explain.

"Okay." He nods. I start to get up but, I feel his hand wrap around my wrist. "I'll be in there in a minute, alright?"

"Mmhm." I nod. Harry's grip loosens around my wrist and I start off to the bedroom again. I grab my phone off my dresser, along with my earbuds.

I lay down in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I turn on some music to help me relax. I tap on Ed Sheeran and pick one of my favorite songs by him, Kiss Me.

I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet

Harry comes into the room and lays down next to me. He takes one of the earbuds out of my ear and places it into his.

This feels like fallin' in love, fallin' in love

We fall asleep like that, listening to all the mushy love songs I have. He doesn't seem to mind and, I most certainly don't either. It's actually kind of nice, his arm wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. My head buried in his chest, taking in his bittersweet smell of cologne and mint toothpaste.

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Okay guys, I haven't updated in like, a week and a half because I honestly don't know what to do with the story. I mean, I have ideas, I just don't know how to get there, exactly. The past two weeks have been pretty busy and spring break is next week, so I'll try to get in more updates... Sorry. (Btw 200 reads! Thank you so much!!)