Speechless Turns /H.S./

6. Held captive

-"You can have more ,if you want." - Harry handed me a bowl of fruits. The breakfast toast was crunching softly as I was spreading the raspberry jam on it.

-"Thanks, I'm good." - I smiled and carefully licked off my fingers.

Harry took a sip of a coffee -"How was your sleep?" - his white gown revealed a small part of his chest, messy hair falling on the sides of his  beautiful face.  His dimples distracted my mind from our conversation. 

-"It was good." - I finally snapped back in reality.  Sun rays climbed up the silverware, covering the whole table in diamond shaped droplets. The marbled surfaces reflected an unnatural white tone, making my eyes a bit watery.   Harry took a glass and poured orange juice in it.

-"I've never seen anybody sleeping so calmly. You barely moved." - he smiled, making my cheeks tingly.  He handed me the glass of juice. I awkwardly nodded and took the glass out of his hands. My thoughts slid back to few moments earlier, when I woke up in Harry's arms.

Silk bed linen wrapped between our bodies. My head was resting on Harry's bare chest, his hand tangled in my hair.    The warmth from our tight embrace was contrasting with the nicely cold touch of the light purple sheets.  Harry's chest rose calmly as he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His sleepy, green orbs met mine. Long fingers removed few hair locks away from my face - " Good morning, my beautiful angel..."- he whispered.  Harry placed a kiss on my forehead and playfully stroked the tip of my nose. I liked this gesture.

-" Good morning..."- I smiled and placed my leg between Harry's tights. His long arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me even closer.  I traced my finger along the side of Harry's cheekbones and jawline before our lips met in a passionate kiss.  

-" Thanks."- I whispered.

-"For what?" -Harry glanced at me whilst brushing his fingers through my hair. I turned my head away and looked outside the window.

-"You know what I mean." - I smiled.

-"Oh, for letting you sleep in my awesome bed?" -he laughed. I turned around and lightly punched his shoulder. He brushed his fingers alongside my ear. 

-" You know that I would never force you to do something that you don't want to do."- he talked slowly, letting each word linger in the air for a little while. 

Harry was respectful. And I have to be honest- I was surprised. There was a sparkle that  enlightened every time we touched. There was this unbreakable connection that we both felt. But he yet remained respectful and held himself back despite the desire. I've experienced forced relationships. And I guess- I didn't know any different. But Harry was different. And that was scary to me. 

-" People are assuming certain things about me.  But I'm nothing even close to that." - Harry spoke quietly -" I've never even had a chance to prove them wrong. Until now." - he smiled and placed his head on my chest. I felt my heart was racing as his curls fell on the side of my neckline.

-" It must be quite lonely there- on the top, huh?"- my voice was trembling.

Harry shifted his head and looked up in my eyes - " You have no idea."

***

- "Do you want  more coffee?" - Harry's raspy voice threw my attention back to the presence. Morning sun was dancing around the breakfast table.  Perfection of the moment was interrupted by the sharp sound of my phone.

-" Oh, crap!" - I cursed - "It's my sister." - my eyes locked with Harry's gaze.  He seemed to be quite entertained by  my sudden mood- change.

-" Go ahead, answer!" - he urged me.  I looked at the buzzing device.