Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Twenty Two

Harry and I were lounged on the living room couches, sipping white wine and sucking on chocolate covered strawberries. We sat on the same couch on opposite ends, watching each other interestingly. We didn't say much and we didn't have to. If he was feeling like I was feeling, he was coming down from his euphoric bliss.

My tummy did nervous swirls every time he looked at me and touched my shins delicately with the soft pads of his fingertips. My heart skipped a beat when he bit his lip to suppress a smile when I said something he was amused by. I accepted the fact that I was probably going to hell for this or that it will all blow up in my face in one disastrous explosion, but when I was with Harry, it didn't seem to matter.

"What's on your mind?" Harry asked, circling his thumb around my kneecap gently, my legs stretched out lazily on his lap.

"Whose to say anything's on my mind?" I asked playfully.

"The way your blindly staring at your empty glass. Do you want me to refill it for you?"

I glanced at the empty glass in my hand, wet from the condensation from the chilled wine. I didn't want more though. I wanted assurance.

"No, I've had enough wine for the night," I set the glass on the coffee table and stared into the fire. I wanted to ask him how he felt about what happened, what he thought was going to come of it. But I didn't want to sound needy. God knows Harry has had enough of those kind of girls.

"Is it Louis?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

Harry shifted in his seat and moved my legs to the side so that he could sit closer to me. Our faces weren't far apart, but this time there was no sexual attraction to it. His face was scrunched in concern, his eyes narrowed at mine as if trying to read my brain for all of my secrets.

"Do you regret it?" He asked carefully.

My eyes darted between his and I saw the worry behind his emerald greens. "No." I said quickly. "God no. I would do it again in a second if I had enough energy to even get up and pour myself another glass of wine." Harry chuckled and reached for my hand to hold it comfortingly.

"Me too," He smiled playfully.

I needed to swallow my fears and blurt out what I was feeling or else I would constantly doubt myself for the rest of my time here and I didn't want that interfering with my work.

"Can I ask you something? And when I do, do you promise not to go running for the hills?"

"I'm a little too young for marriage Kelly, but I appreciate the offer," He said jokingly.

"Shut up," I pushed him playfully. "I'm being serious."

"You're quite sexy when you're being serious." Harry tried again. When he saw my serious face he coughed to try and hide his amused smile. "Sorry."

I took a deep breath and tried gathering all my thoughts into words that made sense, "I've heard about you. In magazines, from fans on the street, people on social media. They say you're a heartless flirt. The one-night stand only kind of dude." Harry opened his mouth to object but I held a hand up. "Whether it's true or not... I don't really care. I don't have room to judge because where I came from, I was viewed the same way. And I'm not going to lie to you, but there was some truth behind it."

Harry nodded, listening closely to my words. I drifted my eyes down to his hand around mine. God, I probably sounded so stupid. What was I even doing? This isn't who I was... this sappy, overthinking girl. I could gag right now.

"I think I know what you're thinking..." Harry said softly.

"Then why aren't you laughing in my face right now?" I shook my head and frowned.