Speechless Turns /H.S./

5. Desire

I used to dance. Contemporary. I danced a lot - every day. I don't have any valid reason why I gave it up. Probably the emptiness that I felt, when dad left us. My fingers still curled in a tight fist every time I thought about that day.

I slept almost the whole flight. My head resting on Harry's shoulder as his arms were wrapped around me. His embrace was strangely calming. And- guess what? I was dancing again. I danced above the clouds. It felt like I was doing that for the first time. I felt like I owned the eternity. My hand movements were twirling the fluffy clouds as my toes lightly touched few bits of stars. Cliche and bizzare. But somehow- beautiful.

I felt Harry's hand traveling up and down my spine. I opened my eyes. My cheek was tightly pressed against his chest. I could hear a strong heartbeat, which increased when I playfully stroked one of the charcoal black buttons on his shirt. I smiled and looked up. His dimply smile warmed up the air. His green eyes carefully followed my hand movements. He lightly touched the side of my cheek, creating a wave of pleasant shivers.

-" You smiled in your sleep."- Harry's thumb softly brushed the corner of my mouth. I felt completely helpless in his arms. I've never felt like this with anyone else before. And that was scary as hell. His touch awakened my deepest desires and I was drowning in his green eyes, not wanting to be saved. I sat up, moving back in my seat and buckled the belt.

-"I was dancing, Harry." - I gasped as my eyes met the green orbs once again.

Harry's brows frowned as he turned to me -" Dancing?"- he asked . The british accent broke through his lips. I loved the sound of it. His long fingers traveled up my hand and stopped right behind my ear.

-" Can I kiss you now?" - I fastly whispered and immediately realized that my question was a bit unexpected. Even for me. Harry's eyes widened. I found it hard to breathe or move. He held me hostage, not even realizing that. A complete control over me and my senses. I bit my lower lip, whilst waiting for some kind of a reaction from him.

-"I can't believe that I've found you."- he whispered and tangled his hand into my hair, pulling me closer to him. Harry's plump lips softly pressed to mine and I couldn't help myself but gasping for the air and for some hint of reality. This seemed to be far from real life. It was hard to believe that any other person on this planet could feel the same way as I did. In such a short period of time I've managed to fall for him so hard. With no way back, if only with shattered heart. This- almost unnatural connection, made me weaker and weaker by every moment, by every trembling touch, by every time I felt his breath on my neck.

-"So, you danced, huh?" - the tone of his voice made my mind foggy -" That must have been a beautiful sight." - he quietly stated.

Before we both knew, plane started to descend. We were approaching Los Angeles. I nervously grabbed Harry's hand as white mass of clouds covered the tiny rounded windows.

-"Get used to this." - I nervously laughed. Harry responded by squeezing my fingers in his hand.

-"I love getting used to this." - he smiled.

As we landed, the flight attendant approached Harry and whispered something in his ear. Suddenly Harry's face turned in a slightly grey color and his eyes nervously met mine.

-" Harry? What is it?" - I asked, my voice was trembling. I was tired of being afraid all the time. Yet again, something was wrong.

-" There might be some more paparazzi in the airport..." - Harry talked slowly and his voice was deep and serious - " For some reason they won't allow the cars to pick us up straight on the spot- at the air field. "- he began to look outside the window. I was tempted to turn my head, but Harry gently grabbed my chin and made me look at him -" Sophie, remember what I told you - I won't let anybody to do you harm."