Black Ink || Harlena a.u.

47.

"Shhh," I covered Harry's lips with my hand, softly giggling as his hands held me close enough so that our skin met at every possible crevice from the waist down.

His mouth opened so that his teeth bit into my fingers as I watched him with a smile on my face. I pulled my hand away, and instead wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him in close so that my fingers weaved through his hair and so that my lips pecked his own.

"Can't get enough of you," he mumbled against my mouth.

I sighed in content, grateful for such a peaceful moment in such a chaotic storm. Ironic considering the fact that it had been Harry who I had previously labeled as the storm itself.

"Harry?" I whispered against his cheek. I felt his hands slowly going up and down my thighs in a soothing manner.

He pulled away enough so that his face was inches from my own, his hands never leaving me. "Yeah?"

I hesitated. Questioning such a perfect moment always fucked things up, but the more I tried to let it slide, the more I wanted to know, "What made you change your mind?"

His hands stopped moving, and instead, slowly pulled away so that he was lying on his back, arms folding behind his head, "Ummm..."

I waited, my fingers clutching around the bed's comforter so that they wouldn't start wandering off into the trails of black ink displayed on such a stunning canvas.

"I thought about-" he swallowed. "I thought about all the pros and cons of moving forward and jumping into a new relationship, I guess." He paused, "And I realized... that the list that denied me of starting with someone new, was significantly longer than the other. But then," his head shook. "Then I thought of starting a relationship with you and- and everything changed-"

Harry turned to his side, so that we were face to face, "I didn't know how badly I really wanted you...-" Pause. "Until I thought about you with someone else. And I just knew there was absolutely no fucking way I could let that happen."

His words replayed in my mind over and over again. I was savouring his words, making sure to print each and every single one so that I could replay the sensations that spread warmth throughout the rest of me.

"I'm glad you changed your mind," I smiled.

Harry breathed out a laugh, his arm curling around my waist before pulling me in close, "Me too." He began talking in a slow and cheeky manner; it was almost teasing me, "And I know that I may not be the person that flies you all the way over to meet the author of a book whose ending you were dying to find out-"

I sucked in a breath.

"But I'll be the person that'll fly all the way over to you, if that's what it took to make you realize how much you mean to me."

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Cheesy Harry is one of my favourite Harrys xx

-M.D.R.