Speechless Turns /H.S./

8. Bent to fly

The familiar warmth of tangling sun rays pulled me out from sleep. I stretched out and opened my eyes. This time I knew that the memories of recent happenings in the dance studio were not an illusion.  Even though I was blacking out in Harry's arms on our way back home, I struggled quite hard to fall asleep in the warmth and comfort of the familiar surroundings. I slowly stumbled out of  bed and immediately felt a slight wave of shivers crossing my backbone.

   -"What time is it?"- I quietly  whispered whilst trying to figure out where my bag and phone is.

   -"Are you awake?" - the raspiness of Harry's voice sneaked into the room. I heard his fingers nibbling the door handle- "Can I come in?"- he continued.

   I rushed to the door and swung it wide open. My body feel into the most comforting embrace a human soul could experience. Harry traced his hands up and down my spine, whilst pressing his chest closer to mine.

   - "Are you alright?" - he whispered into my ear.

   - "I'm sorry"- I pressed my cheek against Harry's chest -"I've been causing one problem after another for you."

   - "If these problems involves me holding you like this, I'm kinda down to dealing with them."- he quietly laughed and rubbed his nose against my ear. It made my body tremble and he knew it -"Listen."- he lifted my head, gently holding the tip of my chin - "Next time please tell me where you're going, ok?  And that is not because I want to control you, I hope you understand me." - Harry's voice was deep and he talked slowly. His eyes carefully traced the features of my face -"I almost lost my mind. We were driving for hours."- he wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me closer in -"I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something would have happened to you".- I bit my upper lip, whilst his eyes gazed at each movement of my face.

Without even thinking, I drowned in the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced. Harry's palms cupped my face and we were completely lost in the moment. I tangled my fingers in his curls as his hands gently traced the edge of my neckline and shoulders. Nobody had ever made me feel this way. It was the most scary yet the most amazing feeling I've experienced. Harry's green eyes scanned the unexplainable mimics of my body, noticing that I'm giving in. This time I let my body and soul follow the desire that Harry has been creating since the first day I met him. I desired every single whisper, every single touch and stroke, I desired him.  Harry's hands slowly lifted my shirt and I felt his fingers gently tipping the sides of my waist. This gesture created a huge wave of pleasant shivers. I let out a small laugh, surprised by the reaction of my body.

-"Remember, I don't want to do anything that might upset you." - Harry's hand slowly lifted one side of the shirt even higher, whilst pressing my body closer against his. I felt his chest rising from each deep breath he took. The  gentleness of his touch and the pure love and admiration that I felt was something out of this world. I felt safe, loved and respected. We both kept drowning and the rest is history.

-"Who had the idea to fold paper into a plane?"- I quietly asked whilst laying on Harry's chest. His one arm wrapped around my shoulder, other stroking my hair - "I mean...It's just a piece of paper. White, beautiful piece of paper. And then you fold it. And it can fly. Just like that."

Harry kissed me on the forehead -"Bent to fly"- he whispered. I felt a lump in my throat and looked up in his eyes. -"You are so precious, Sophie. I don't want to hurt you."-he continued. I quickly wiped that one lonely teardrop that was sliding down my cheek. Harry had become my first. And that scared me. Something was taken, but I have never felt so alive. It all seemed to be just right. Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. His hand landed back on my shoulder - "What happened, Sophie?"

This question left me confused - "What do you mean?"-I sat up. Harry reached out for the bedside drawer and pulled out a shiny bracelet.

   -"I believe it's yours."- he stated and put it in my palm. Harry's eyes darted through my soul- "Please tell me what he did to you."