Something Beautiful

Break Time

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I unlock the door and place my keys on the counter. All of the lights are off and there is no sign of Harry. He should have been back hours ago.

I walk through the dark dodging the familiar obstacles of tables and chairs heading straight to the bedroom.

I pull off my coat and hang it into the closet. I take a quick shower and lounge in my house coat reading my latest obsession.

I would text Harry except for the fact that we haven't been communicating well enough for even text. In all honesty, we haven't had time for it. He's been really busy with their next album. He's been doing more writing for other musicians and that keeps his mind and time occupied.

He comes home after I've gone to sleep and I wake and leave for work before he's even attempted to wake up.

I hate to say this but we haven't touched each other in almost a month. I don't know if he's noticed, but I have.

The familiar twinge in my heart pangs at the thought of him touching someone else and I completely dismiss it. He would never.

The sound of the front door opening and closing interrupts my thoughts and I watch our bedroom door for any sign of him coming in.

The opens and Harry forces a smile on his face. However, I can tell his disappointment at me being awake. My heart cracks, just a little,  as I watch him pull off his boots.

"Nice boots." They look relatively new.

"Thanks, they're new." New tan boots and I haven't noticed until now. I remember a few years ago when I didn't miss a haircut or a tear in his jeans.

"Harry?" I ask. My heart feels like its being strangled by a boa constrictor at what I'm about to say. "Are we.." I struggle to find the right word. "..okay?"

It's all I can come up with.

The boa constrictor tightens, squeezing the life out of it as I wait for his answer.

He slowly turns to face me, his face pale from the heaviness of the conversation. He picks at the bed spread and then looks me right into my eyes.

"It doesn't seem like it."

I close my book and place it on the night stand beside me. I rub my entire face with both of my hands and sigh.

"No, it doesn't. Nothing is like before." I confess my feelings aloud.

"It seems like we don't have time for each other." He says still looking back at his hands on the duvet. "Which is funny because isn't that why we wanted to move in together. To have less space and more time?" He chuckles lightly and looks back up at me.

"Yeah." I laugh with him. "This completely backfired." I joke lightly.

"Yeah." He smiles and I know it's not forced but it's not like usual.

"We should take a break." I suggest.

His face blanches and his eyes widen.

"What are you talking about?" He asks.

"Like from work and stuff." I realize what he could have thought I meant and the crack in my heart heals a little at his reaction.

"Oh, I thought for a second that you were saying from each other." I stay quiet. "Because we've done that and I hated it." His face turns up as if he's smelled something horrible. I lightly giggle and this time his smile reaches his eyes.

I'm more than satisfied with his reaction. I'm smiling uncontrollably at him at the edge of our bed.

He stands and pulls his shirt over his head. He tosses it into his hamper and heads into the bathroom.

He emerges only in underwear. He runs his hands over his hair and I can't take my eyes off of him. His muscles rippling as his hands fall by his side. His tattoos moving with him. He tucks himself into the cover next to me and I'm completely distracted from my book.

"Uh uh." I tell him in complete disbelief. You don't just come to bed looking like that after weeks of not touching and barely seeing each other. I toss my book to the side.

"Hmm?" He turns over and looks at me. His eyebrows raised in question.

Instead of talking I lean down and kiss him. It's far from a peck and it soothes me.

"Mhmm." he moans into my mouth. His hand reaches for my hip and pulls me into his lap. I start to rock my hips into him. His erection grows rather rapidly and I moan.

"It's been too long." he growls.

Yes. Is what I want to say but I can't bring myself to voice it.

There's perks to only wearing a robe with nothing underneath. He reaches in between our bodies and pulls himself from his briefs. I connect our bodies in the way that we've been missing.

"Oh my God, Chels."

"I love you so much."

He's doing a lot of talking and it's everything I want to hear.

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"Again?" He asks me after the third time.

"Not right now, but give me a second." he chuckles and then coughs. I'm cuddled onto his chest, absent mindedly drawing patterns on his chest.

"Okay." I kiss his chest and sigh. I haven't stopped smiling. We've decided to take all next week for ourselves. We're going to do some traveling and spend time with just us.

"We almost ler this go too far." I tell him. "We have to talk more. It's a wonder what a 'I haven't seen you enough lately' and a 'Let's do something together' can do for a relationship."

"You're right." He looks me into my eyes. "Never again. Okay?"

"Okay."

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That The Fault in Our Stars reference...just saying

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~Cassie ♥