What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 51

Harry's POV

She's sound asleep and looks so peaceful and if possible even more beautiful. We're both sleeping on the same small bed, facing each other. She's sleeping on my stretcted arm while both her hands are in between us. My other hand is on her small waist. Our legs are entangled under the thin sheets. Her light brown hair is sprawled all over the white pillow and with the sunlight coming from the window, makes her look even more beautiful. The shape of her full heart shaped lips, the curve of her hips are just driving me crazy.

The bruises on her face haven't disappeared completely, there's still a little blueish-black bruise on her cheek and an adhesive plaster on her head.

Last night was like a roller coaster ride. One minute we're both sneaking out and in of the hospital and all giggly, next minute we're all over each other and the next minute, Aditi is crying into my arms. I've never met anyone as complicated and delicate as her. Yes, I know she's been through alot, with the 'Tom' situation and I just wanna beat the shit out of him. But, she's definitely something. She is all into emotions and feelings, which I think even she doesn't understand. She thinks too much and gets all worried and anxious. And I love it that I can help her calm down. I love it that she trusts me to do things with her.

Last night, when things got all hot and smokey, I knew she hadn't done anything like that before. Even with her one and only boyfriend Salmaan, who I think was either blind and too stupid to not touch her or get a little intimate with her. Maybe he was a little too gay to see how hot and sexy she is. Images from out make out session come into my mind. The way goosebumps rose on her skin at my first touch, the way she gasped when my tongue invaded her mouth, the way her head rolled back when I grinded into her. I nearly lost it when she pushed back against me.

Damn it, all these thought are making my jeans feel tighter. I just wanna get over her and fuck her senseless.
I have to take things slow.
I have to take things slow.
I close my eyes and repeat this mantra.

Aditi's POV

A rapidly buzzing sound stirs me up. A feel something move underneath my head as I try to open my eyes. I see Harry's beautiful face as he smiles at me.

"Sorry love, didn't mean to wake you up." He says in his raspy voice. Harry sits up and grabs his phone from the side table. Someone is calling him, I get a glimpse of the name flashing on the screen, 'KJ' it read.

"Hey." He says as he stands up and picks his shirt up off the floor. I stare shamelessly at his toned torso. His tattoos and the way his muscles flex as he puts his shirt above his head.

"No, I was...am out. I mean I'm out." He turns around and looks at me with a small smile. Is he embarrassed to say that he spent the night with me?

"What do you want?" He snaps. I sit up and pull the sheets upto my shoulders. I hear a womans voice through the phone, though I can't hear what she's saying.

"Yeah, I'm coming. 15 minutes?" He's leaving? Now?

"Okay, bye." He shoves his phone into the pocket of his black jeans and walks towards me.

"Hey baby. How are you feeling?" He asks as he comes around the bed and sits in front of me. He caresses my cheek and smiles at me. I don't feel like talking to him. Whoever 'KJ' is seems to be more important to him.

"Good." I say, not wanting to say anything more.

"Good." He repeats and pulls his hand away. Slowly he gets off the bed and says, "Uh, Aditi, I gotta go. Something just came up."

I simply nod my head. He gives me an awkward kind of a smile which I return to. Harry walks to the door, "I'll see you later, okay?" He asks not looking at me directly.