Dirty Little Secret » Larry AU

PART 35: Recollection

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"I was miserable without you," I admitted.

Harry was laying down in bed with me on top of him. With my hand combing through his luscious fringe, I studied his face after my expression, observing how a small compassionate smile began to grow on his pretty lips. The hand that was on my back stroked back and forth in the curve of my spine while his eyes leered at my face. We had been laying like that for an hour, but we hadn't said much. Instead we had mostly kissed and played with each other's hair.

"You do have some serious under-eye bags, I'm not gonna lie." He ran his thumbs in place faintly, his senses careful in attempt to not make my eyes twitch. I batted my eyelashes, giggled a little nervously because I felt slightly embarrassed, but then he kissed the tip of my nose to make me feel better. After regarding my gratitude he also leaned in to peck my lips, which was an act that I quickly returned. He hummed against my mouth, "Did baby lose sleep because of me?"

"I barely slept at all," I said.

He pulled away. "Really?"

As Harry seemed bothered, I decided to try and appease him from his concern with a lie. "Well, I—I mean I did sleep, just not as much as usual–"

"Tell me."

"What—Tell you what?"

"How many hours have you slept the past week?"

I blinked a couple times, stuttering my reply, "I—I don't know—Not many." I figured there was no point of making up stories. He already understood. "Not many at all."

His thumb was then stroking over my cheek. "I'm sorry..."

"No." I shook my head. "Don't be sorry. I don't deserve that. I was a dick to you."

"You were just scared."

"Don't make excuses for me, Harry–"

"No excuses. I'm just trying to understand, and I think—I think I definitely understand why you did what you did."

I shut my eyes tightly, the anxiety building up inside of me. "Sweetie, can we please not talk about that? It makes me feel bad, and I'm so sick of feeling bad, because the thought of me hurting you is fucking torturing." I squeezed my eyes open to see his inquisitive ones. Suddenly another thought popped into my head. "Unless—I mean, unless you still have to talk about it in case you haven't forgiven me yet, because if that's the case, I'm willing to do everything I can to fix–"

"Shh..." Harry brushed his vibrating lips against mine. "I have definitely forgiven you."

Cautiously, I kissed his mouth, soon humming, "Mm?"

"Have you forgiven me?"

"There's nothing to forgive–"

"For kissing that guy."