A Fine Line.

Chapter 3.

As I slowly drifted back into consciousness and reality, my senses awoke to fingers tangling slowly and absently in my hair. I peeled my eyes open to see Harry and I had barely moved, I was still snuggled into his side with my face resting on his chest.

He stirred quietly when I lifted my head to look at him, trying to decipher if he was awake. I shook my head and moved to get up but his hands shot out and grabbed me again, effectively pulling me back into him.

"Don't go, you're warm" he mumbled all husky-morning-voice, a smile pulled at his lips although his eyes were still closed. I shook my head at him, chuckling softly as I reached up to kiss his cheek.

I pulled back, satisfied with the never ceasing warm, full feeling Harry gave me. It was bliss, knowing one person can make you feel something so unknown by simple gestures.

"What're you thinking about?" Harry queried, one eye open and his eyebrows raised. I shrugged, lying my head back down on his chest and relaxing instantly at the sound of his heartbeat, my breathing falling in time with his. I absently resumed tracing the definite lines around his abs before giving up and drawing imaginary swirls all over his torso.

"You've gotten so fit, Harry" I commented.

"What?" he asked, suddenly alert, almost panicked.

"No offence of course, but look at you! You used to be chubby-bubby and now there's not an ounce of fat on you" I shrugged.

It was basically silent between us bar our breathing and birds singing sweetly outside, and an almost undetectable rustle of the blankets. I went to move my legs further over his but suddenly Harry's legs practically threw themselves around, settling with them propped up. I quirked an eyebrow and momentarily stopped touching his naked chest to gaze up at him, frowning at the almost pained face he had on.

"Harry? What's wrong?" my heart rate sped up about a thousand beats as I gazed at his teeth digging into his bottom him and a very noticeable fluster setting in on his cheeks. I felt a small stab of hurt when I realized that was the first time Harry had ever rejected some form of physical contact between us.

"What was that for?" I was almost offended, it was such a foreign feeling in my body and I had no idea how to react as the dreaded, anxious little feeling inside me bubbled up.

"Jayce.. I'm sorry" his eyes frantically searched mine, waiting for the reaction. Both our breathing quickened but I slid silently out of his arms and off the bed, totally lost in my emotions and thoughts. It was such a different feeling for me, the impact was magnified by the fact that it was Harry. My Harry. My unofficial brother, the boy who helped me through everything.

I shook my head and left the room, ignoring my track pants on the ground as I went downstairs silently. I guessed everyone was still in bed when the entire house fell into a calm silence, and for the first time in a year, I took in my favorite surroundings.

A huge grin spread on my face as I eyed the two 3-seater lounges in front of the tv, so many nights spent watching movies wrapped up in blankets. The first time I'd ever had my nails painted was right there with Gemma while we watched an all day Friends marathon. I looked up to the tall roof, the rafters and the circular window at the top of the house gave a good view to the top of the tree outside.

I smiled stupidly at the kitchen that joined onto the lounge room, reminiscing all the food fights Harry and I had gotten into, or all the cakes Auntie Anne and I would bake together.

"It's a lovely place" a voice sounded oddly close behind me. The hairs stood up on my neck but the feeling quickly subsided. I frowned to myself, that was weird.