Between Us [Spaces Sequel]

t w e n t y - o n e

The sun was shining through the hotel windows, igniting my body with instant warmth. I smiled as I felt Harry's arms around me, his warm breath on the back of my neck. I turned around, admiring his beautiful features while tracing the ship tattoo on his biceps. I looked at him for a few more minutes. He looked so peaceful and relaxed. I knew that he was working so hard every day and I was just happy to see him next to me, getting some rest. Without waking him up, I snuck out of bed to take a shower. I was just hoping that Harry would have some more time for me that day. After I got out of the shower, I blow-dried my hair and put on some make-up, before noticing that I had left my clothes outside the bathroom. Only in my underwear, I unlocked the door and quietly walked out, suddenly bumping into someone, who could obviously only be Harry.
He was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, before looking me up and down. I suddenly felt self-conscious in my skin that had scars all over it. He had never seen me like this, since we had never really been intimate before.
"Sorry," he said, covering his eyes with a smile on his face.
I giggled, grabbing his hands and removing them from his eyes.
"You don't have to cover them, you know."
"Lucky me. I didn't want to miss this view."
Now that he was eyeing my body again, I looked down to the floor, feeling exposed. I had never been confident in my own skin and the numerous scars that covered my entire body didn't really add to my confidence.
"Hey," he whispered, placing to fingers under my chin to lift it up. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I mumbled. "I should probably get dressed."
Before I could reach the pile of clothes on the sofa of the hotel room, I was suddenly lifted off the ground.
"Harry," I yelled, laughing. "Put me down!"
"Never," he said, but still he put me down on the bed, leaning over my body. "What's wrong, babe?"
"It's just... my scars and... You're perfect and I'm just me," I mumbled.
"You're kidding," Harry said, looking at me in disbelief. "You're kidding me?"
"Scarlett Thompson," he said, kissing the surgery scar on my stomach, then moving on to the faded scars on my wrist, slowly moving up to my jawline, then my nose, before he softly kissed my lips. "You are the most beautiful, sweetest creature I have ever seen in my life. I love every single scar on your body, no matter how many there are. I know you've never loved yourself and you think that you aren't beautiful, but if you could only see yourself through my eyes once, you would fall in love with yourself, trust me. I don't care how many times I have to tell you that you're beautiful and that you deserve all the love in the world; I will. If I have to, I will remind you of how beautiful you are every day, love."
"I love you, Harry."
He smiled, pressing a soft kiss onto my lips. "You could really walk around in your underwear more often, you know."
"You wish," I whispered, making my boyfriend chuckle.
"Shut up", he mumbled with a grin on his gorgeous face, revealing his dimples and crinkles by his eyes.
"Make me," I replied, biting my lip.
He leaned down, only to kiss my lips again passionately. Our kiss began heating up more and more, his hands were all over my skin, giving me goosebumps. Sadly, we were interrupted by the sound of Harry's phone ringing. He groaned, but started covering my neck with kisses. "Just ignore it."
For a few seconds, the room went silent. I enjoyed Harry's soft lips on my skin, leaving love bites on my neck. But once again, his phone started ringing, making him groan.
"Maybe you should just answer it," I said and sighed, sitting up.
"I'm so sorry, love."
Harry stood up from the bed, picking up the phone and walking into the other room of the suite to talk. I walked over to the sofa, picking up the yellow dress I had put there the night before. I quickly slipped it on, looking at myself in the mirror.
Harry came back, running his hand through his hair and sighing.
"Sorry, love. I have to go to the studio," he said, stepping behind me.
I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck. "That sucks."
"I know, Scar. I promise I'll make it up to you," he said, kissing my cheek.
"It's alright. I knew you wouldn't have a lot of time when I got involved with you."
"I'll text you, alright?" He said, putting on his boots. "Maybe I'll be done in a few hours and we can still spend time together."
"It's okay, Harry. Really. I understand," I said, pressing a kiss onto his cheek.
"I love you," he mumbled, smiling. "Oh, and maybe you should cover that up."
"Cover what up?" I asked him, slightly confused.
He pointed at my neck, making me turn around to look in the mirror, only to discover two large love bites on my neck.
"Harry!" I exclaimed.
"Sorry, couldn't help it. I gotta mark what's mine," he yelled, before he was out the door.