Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

"So I heard that we'll be going to a gala on Friday?" I ask Harry as I flip the pancakes.

"Er, yeah, I guess you could call it a gala, it's for Red Nose and yes it's on Friday." He responded.

"We need to get something to wear, Harry it's Wednesday." I say to him and put the strawberry on top of the pancake. 

After setting down the two plates on the table, I sit down next to him.

We eat in silence and when I finally finish I fiddle with my phone. Tweeted a few rubbish tweets about my cat and waited for Harry to finish so I could clean the dishes in one wash.

"Alright, let's go get whatever gown you're going to wear then. Andrew would want want us to do this anyways." He says and grabs the car key. He sits down on the couch and I quickly finish the dishes.

After being done, I head upstairs to get my money, he's going to pay anyways but I'm getting it anyways just in case one of Harry's weird mind makes him forget his wallet.

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"Do you think this one's okay?" I grab hold of an off shoulder maroon dress and show it to Harry. He stares at it, his eyes pace down and up on the dress and I can tell he's thinking. Hard.

"So.. what do you think?" I repeat my question.

"Maybe, er, a little too much of exposure?" He suggests. What? I've worn things exposing more of my body than this dress and he's saying that this is too much?

"Since when do you care about me exposing myself too much?" I fire back.

"I really don't know, but I just think-"

"I'm going to try it." I cut him off and head straight to the changing room before he can say anything or throw anymore annoying suggestions. I can wear anything I want.

I close the curtains of the big changing room and button down my sheer lose long sleeved top and take off my skinny jeans, I bend down to get the dress but I hear the curtains opening. Before I could do anything, Harry's tall body stares down at me and I scream. He cannot just barge in like this.

"What the f-" I stop myself, realizing that this is a public place.

"Hey, chill down, I've seen you naked, I've seen you in a bra and an underwear in bed, what's left to worry about." He pointed out. I shoot him a glare and decide to continue my task and pick up the dress.

Before I can put it on, Harry hands me this Sabrina collared velvet dress. It's absolutely beautiful. But I'm still going to try on that maroon dress.

"Thanks, I'll try that later." I smile at him and I reach down to grab the dress.

"Don't wear that." He says in his raspy voice.

"Why Harry?" I ask him in disappointment. His face flush red and my emotions betray me by turning my frown into a smirk.

He doesn't answer, instead he grabs my left hand with his, and uses his right hands to rest on my bare waist. His fingers trace down the curves on my waist  and snakes down to the slopes on my (again) bare hip. He intertwines our hands and move in closer making the tension line even more thicker and the space more thinner. Our foreheads touched and our noses brush against eachothers. I can feel his breathing. My pulse is going insanely fast.

"This.." He finally says, gliding his big hands from my bare shoulders to my hands.

"This is mine." He finishes his sentence. This drove me a little crazy. He's jealous that other guys will see me in these? In front of him? But I can't help but to enjoy the pleasure of his hands caressing me continuously. 

Jealous Harry is now in my favorites after the many Harry's I've encountered.

He pressed his body against mine and I let myself enjoy it. None of my common sense bulged into my mind.

He finally closed the space and presses his lips into mine. I can feel the soft moisturized lips and his tongue gliding around mine.

"Straddle me." He says in between the kiss and I know exactly what it means. It's exactly what he wants. And maybe I do too.

I jump and in one swift moment, he catches me, my bum rests on his hands and my legs wraps tight around his side waist. He then moves one of his hands, carrying me with only one and caresses my back. His lips move from my mouth to my neck and I tug at his hair. Quiet gasps escape my lips and I hear myself. All of a sudden, my conscience steps in.

Reminding me about what he did.

I pull back and realized that I had held back unreleased gasps and this caused me to breathe heavily.

"What's wrong?" He asked and dropping me gently on the floor.

"Oh it's nothing, I'm going to.. uhh.. try this on." I say, grabbing the shirt Harry came in with. He grins and I notice his focus is on my neck.

I stare at the mirror and notice the area being bruised. He must've given me a hickey. Great, now I need to buy more concealer.

"Looks good on you." He compliments me. I smile at him foolishly and awkwardly force him to leave the room.

"I'll wait outside then." He says and he smiles.

After making sure the curtains are closed once again, I massage my temples and quietly let out a sigh.

Why can't I kiss him without the memories. The bad ones. Why can't I force myself to forgive him so that all this grudge wouldn't be so strong?

I love him. So much. Maybe even more than when were actually dating. But why? Is it because this whole contract turned us into our natural selves? No one will know. This gives me anxiety.

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