Her Highness h.s

Chapter 32( Sudden Intimacy)

Song for this chapter;

Stay - Hurts

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"Come in," Gemma surprises me by opening the door even though I expected Harry to be the one to open it.

She greets me with the usual warm hug and asks how I am doing and what I've been up to. I tell her that I haven't really done anything special, just hanging out now and then.

"Harry's asleep," she states," I guess he won't mind if you wake him up."

I nod and smile at her, making my way to Harry's room. I don't know why I'm this nervous, my heart is thumping like never before.

Every step I take, every move I make, is driving me insane.

What does he want to talk about? Why did he want to see me?

Many questions seem to linger in my mind, without needed answers.

I open his door, and feel relieved when it's not locked. I look around, and oddly feel uncomfortable with the atmosphere. I've never seen his room, it's not messy or anything like that, just few clothes thrown here and there, but I feel like I shouldn't be here.

An instant rush of guilt is still remaining present with me everytime I'm involved with harry, in anyway.

All those thoughts are forgotten and a little smile plays on my lips as I see that Harry has tugged himself between the sheets, only few strands of his curls showing. It's not even cold here and yet he is covered from head to feet.

I grab the sheets in my hand, slowly removing it from his face.

I'm in awe at the sight, his long lashes look so good on his pale face, as he is breathing slowly.

I sit on the edge of his bed;

"Harry," I whisper and brush my fingertips on his cheek.

He doesn't respond anyway, still fast asleep. He mumbles something that I quite didn't catch.

"Harry." I speak, little annoyed.

Nothing.

He still remains on his position, not a single flinch. So, he's a heavy sleeper.

"Harry!" I grab his arm and notice how he doesn't have a shirt on, flushing at the sight. He yanks his hand away and buries himself on his pillow, taking away every ounce of my patience.

I breath in deeply and grab the fricking sheet he holds on tightly and try to pull it from him. He's strong even when he's asleep. I continue pulling it, until I manage to get it from him, but end up fallin on my butt, on the floor.

I rub the aching part of my butt, the floor was really hard. At least I got the sheets from him, but I still hear some snoring.

I get myself up, wiping away the dust from my clothes.

I look at Harry, and boy, I wish I didn't.

The fricking kid doesn't have anything on! What to do... An instant rush of blood goes to my cheeks and I feel myself heating up.

I quickly close my eyes and throw the sheets on him, peeking a little to make sure, the sheets really covered him.

Why doesn't he wear anything when he sleeps? Gosh.

"Stupid!" I yell, making him jolt. Well, now I know what to call him to receive his attention.

And finally, some movement from him. I thought he was in coma or something.

"What," his raspy voice speaks, as he rubs his eyes. "What do you want, Gemma!" He mistakes me for his sister, still eyes closed.

"Wrong." I cough, to make sure he realizes his mistake.

"Lilly?" He flutters his eyes open," sorry, I d-didn't see you."

He sits up, hands resting on his tights, the sheets still covering half of his body up.

"Yeah, I figured." He tries to stand up but I gesture him to wrap the sheets around him before getting up.

He smirks at me, playfully putting the sheet down.

"Please, don't." I whine and cover my eyes with my hands.

"Why, was Zayn's better huh?" He spits, as he wraps the sheets around himself.

"I never said that. It's just awkawrd."

"Well, you didn't seem to mind Zayn, and I bet it wasn't awkward.."

"Can you please not bring him into this?" Here we are already fighting, we don't seem to know how to communicate like normal people.

He doesn't say anything as he dismisses himself from the room.

I sit on his bed and run my fingers through my hair in frustation.

I feel his precense as he leans on the doorway. He has white shorts, with green t-shirt and a snapback on, looking like a fratboy. The twinges in my stomach starts as I take in his beautiful aspects, but on the other hand, he doesn't look so pleased.

"What?" I widen my eyes and raise my eyebrows, suddenly remembering I should be mad at him.

"Nothing," he licks his lips, stares at the ceiling.

"So, this was what you wanted to talk about?" I gesture for the distance between us. "To just be mad at me?"

"No, I just-"

"What, Harry?"

He locks his eyes with mine, coming closer. I push my hands to his chest, but he continues coming towards me, I pace back until my back hits on the cold wall.

"You want to know what?" He starts, " Ever since you came into my life, I was nothing but lost. Lost in thoughts of you and only you. Yes, I've driven us both crazy because of my attempts to not care for you, instead I've tried to do the thing I thought was right."

"I-"

He hushes me with his finger, his intense gaze never leaving mine," I know you are mad at me, but I'm mad at you, too. Hell, I'm even mad at myself. We're both mad, insanely mad. That's how we are, we fight like an old married couple, we don't agree on anything. But do you know what we have that most people don't have? A fire between us that doesn't extinguish. Everytime my fingertips touch your sensitive skin, like this," he brushes his finger on my collarbone, teasing. Goosebumps appearing all over my skin, proving his point.

"Or my lips," he whispers, pressing his plump lips on my neck, sucking my skin.

He pulls his lips away from my aching skin, as my eyes travel from his swollen lips to his emerald coloured, captivating eyes.

My breathing becomes heavy, not being able to utter a word as he traces his fingers on my lips;

" I want to be yours, and only yours."

"But, you can't-"

"It's not about what I can't, it's about what I want," he admits. " I've waited too long for this, I should've said this right when I knew it." He takes my hand, placing on his rising chest.

"Do you feel that?" He asks me, his heart thumping almost as loud as mine is. I nod at him and flutter my eyes close.

"It's beats for you."

I gulp at his statement, no one's ever really used all that effort to say those kind of words, not like this.

"Lilly," he breathes.

"I have to say this now, or I'll never have the courage to do so." He says as he is leaving kisses along my jaw;

"I'm in love with you."

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