Forever and Always (Sequel to Nothing More, Nothing Less)

Chapter 2

sorry it's a short one... the part after this will be longer, promise :) ENJOY!! comment, vote, and fan!! :D

HARRY’S P.O.V.

            I woke up the next morning with Maya’s arms gripping my torso so that I couldn’t move. I sat up a little bit and she just moved with me.

            “Maya,” I whispered, moving my right arm so that it was behind her head.

            She stayed still and I waited in that position until she woke up. I didn’t have work today, as if we were going to be doing something productive anyways. Everything for our third album had ended. It wasn’t nearly as hectic as it was for our first album. That was crazy. There were fans everywhere we went.

            I played with Maya’s hair and watched as she breathed slowly, up and down. I used the tips of my fingers to run up and down her back. She eventually stirred in her sleep and her eyes slowly opened.

            “Hello beautiful,” I said softly.

            “Mmm… sorry,” she mumbled loosening her grasp and lying back down on her pillow.

            “It’s cute,” I said smiling at her. I pulled a piece of hair behind her ear and lied down so that our heads were at the same level. I pulled her closer to me and started kissing her neck.

            “We should get out of bed…” Maya whispered.

            “Not yet love,” I replied nuzzling into her collarbone. She giggled.

            “Harry…” she said smiling.

            I knew just when to stop. At the point where I knew she would want more. I know, it was a little wrong, but it always seemed to work.

            I pulled away and inched to my side of the bed.

            “No,” Maya whined putting her arms out for me.

            “I’m sorry, but you said we should get out of bed,” I said returning to my spot next her.

            “I lied, I’m sorry Harry.”

            I smiled and kissed her pink lips as she ran her hands through my knotted hair.

            “You know, it’s not good to lie. Especially to your husband who only wants to love you.”

            “Forgive me Harry,” she said smiling and kissing me lightly.

            I closed my eyes and felt her kiss me a couple more times. I wrapped my arms around her and she pulled away.

            “Good morning,” she said with a smile.

            “Good morning,” I replied, “Did you sleep well last night?”

            “Yes, you make a very good pillow if I do say so myself.”

            “Thank you,” I said kissing her again. “Now should we get out of bed?”

            She sighed and nodded. We rolled out of bed on opposite sides and faced each other. I looked her in the eyes and we stared at each other. Her eyes started to wander down my body, but shot right back up.

            I laughed, “Why don’t we both get changed? Shall we?”

            Maya only nodded, not breaking eye contact. I nodded at her and turned around to look through my closet for something to wear. She went into hers to get changed also. I pulled out a pair of dark jeans with a belt and a white t-shirt. I stepped out of my closet when I was finished and I saw Maya’s cracked open with a little bit of light coming out.

            My legs moved me across the room and I stepped inside. Maya gasped.

            “Harry! Don’t you know it’s rude to walk in on your wife when she’s getting changed?!” she exclaimed. I laughed and pulled the shirt she had in her hands over her head.

            “Don’t you know it’s rude to tease your husband by leaving your door open a little bit?”

            She looked at me and smiled, shaking her head. She finished getting changed and picked up a pair of shoes on the floor at the back of the closet. She pulled them on and observed herself in her full length mirror while I watched. She moved her hair around, experimenting with whether or not she wanted it in front of her shoulders or behind. She finally turned to me, “In front or behind?”

            I laughed, “Does it really matter?”

            She laughed also, “Yes! It does matter…”

            “Then the front,” I said taking her hand, “Let’s go.”

            “Go where?” she asked turning off the light and walking back into our room with me.

            “Well, it’s a nice day out, so let’s go for a stereotypical romantic walk in the park.”

            “Ahh… I love those,” she said with a smile. I kissed her quickly before we left our room, down the stairs, and out the front door.