Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 36

 Song for this chap:

You and Me - Lifehouse 

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SHORT CHAPTER AND I'M SORRY xx

I flutter my eyes open and the first thing I see his Harry. His mouth is slightly parted, and his eyes are shut. His whole body is turned towards me and his arms are around my waist while the other is around my shoulder, his touches make my skin vibrate as my heart senses the tingly feeling you get in your stomach called love.

As I was staring about how peacefully he sleeps, his eyes shot open and he immediately concentrates his focus on mine. The warmth rush disappears for a second when he moves his arms away from my waist to rub his eyes, but it is again felt when he puts it back.

"Morning, baby," He says in his deep, raspy, morning voice. His hair is messy, the curls aren't adjusted properly, but he looks so fine.

"Morning," I whisper back and smile.

"I had a dream about you...  again," Harry says and buries his head into my neck, his curls tickle my ear.

"About?" I question and laugh when the tickling feeling really affects me.

"I was watching love, it felt like an old movie, black and white, but then you came in and it turned into full color." He says and I can imagine him smiling into my neck, making my stomach do back flips.

After minutes of cuddling, I finally decide to take a shower, it took almost 10 minutes to get out Harry's grip.

"5 more minutes, pleease," He mumbles, gripping me tighter.

"Nope." I say popping the 'p'. 

I wiggle out of his grip and used my arms to push against his chest. He pouts and I kiss his cheek.

"I'll be back soon." I whisper as I take off my hoodie in front of him, making him smirk.

"Stop teasing please, you're making it more hard for me not to pin you and start making out with you," He whines and I giggle, running up to the bathroom, enjoying the first relaxing shower in almost a week.

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When I come down, Harry has fallen asleep again and is now hugging the pillow, with his legs strangling the pillow like a little child.

I watch him for a while, taking in how this moment is so perfect. He is mine now, and I am his, I'm guessing nothing is going to change. I hope.

I realize that I'm staring at a boy sleeping, this is unlike me. Man, how I've changed through my days with Harry. He's turned me into another person, but it's worth it, this person, in me right now, the person who've changed is changed for a reason, he makes me who I actually am and I'm proud, he's turned me into me and no one can do that apart from him and that makes our connection strong and passionate. 

My stomach grumbles and I came to the conclusion of how hungry I am right now. I quickly snatch the eggs in the fridge and make omelettes - two of them.

When I am done, I recognize Harry has showered and is on the dining table. I place the omelettes on the table .

"Thank you, you're the best girlfriend ever," He says enthusiastically and it makes me smile, just to see him smile. It's the best gift in the world. I nod, giving him a 'you're welcome and I love you so much' look.

After finishing the meal, I do the dishes, the normal routine.

But it became unusual when Harry wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my right shoulder, making adrenaline rush to my neck, heating the spot he's resting his head on. I'm so turned on, but I keep washing the dishes, but suddenly, he starts kissing my neck, leaving trails of his markings on the side, just below my ear. I can feel his soft lips press quickly seconds after seconds, he bites and sucks, making me completely aroused. He begins to press his lips harder onto my sensitive skin and I accidentally drop the plate I am supposed to be washing. 

He stops kissing and moves his hands abruptly to the soap and splatters it on my white sheer t-shirt making me squeal. I flick some soap on his hair and he gasps.

"You did not just do that," He says.

"I did, try me."  I snap back playfully.

"I'm going to try you hard," He replies and smirks, making my cheeks turn into a deep shade of red, "But this is serious, game on." He whispers and starts grabbing a handful of the soap in the sink and flicking it back on me and I scream.

By the time we were done acting like children, we were all wet and I had the last flick.

I was running away from him around the dining table, while he has a scattering amount of foam from the soap in his hand. Harry throws them at me, but misses, it drops to the ground slowly and I scoop it up, he gets closer to me and I lean back on the dining table - I'm trapped. I get the last throw at him and luckily, I didn't miss so it hit him right in the chest, but before him and I can react, he crashes his lips onto mine and we can just taste the bitterness from the soap on eachother's lips, but we both know we were craving one thing and that's each other.

I smile into the kiss - this is everything I wanted. It's the feeling I expect desire and that feeling can be only created from him - only him.

My heart tells me that I want more, so I bite his bottom lip, earning a moan from him, making me yearn for more.

He senses what I want and what I feel right away and I can tell.

"Straddle me." He whispers and it takes me back to old times - in the fitting room back then. Memories.

I quickly oblige due to the strong connection I have to those words and those words only make me desire him more and more.

Sitting on the dining table, his hands moved from my waist to my thighs, making me shiver at the touch.

He adds pressure to my thighs, making them part and he fills in the gap with his lower torso, making me moan.

His hardness is touching me and it makes the stress more lower and the pleasure more higher. 

This pushes me beyond my limit and I know what I want. I tug at his jeans and he grins in the middle of our make-out session which is slowly but surely turning into something more than that.

He imitates my actions and tugs at my shorts and I let him bring them down, exposing more and more of my underwear.

As the shorts drag down to just above my knees, the doorbell rings and we quickly slide apart, me nearly falling of the table.

"I'll get it." I say to Harry's disappointed face. I kiss him again, not making him time to kiss back and run straight towards the door, pulling my shorts up.

When my shorts are finally settled, I open the door to the last person I'd want to interrupt me and Harry's 'moment' - Nash Clemence.

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Ya'll are probably going 'ew hell no' lol but that's just how the story goes, DON'T HATE ME HATE THE CHARACTERS lol

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