ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 17.

Arms slide under my legs and around my shoulders. My head falls back. A minty smell captivates my nose and I inhale deeply. I don't want to wake up. I groan. I open my eyes and see that I am moving through automatic doors. Curls tickle my face. At sometime on this journey, my mind realizes that Harry is carrying me up to my room. My heart is flipping and I smile. He reaches into my wallet and pulls out my key to open the door. He walks to my room and sets me down on my bed, pulling back the covers and tucking them around me. Soft lips press against my forehead and as he turns to leave I grab his hand desperately. He can’t leave me, I don't want him to. I want his auroa.  

“Please stay with me.” I whisper. Bryce would've gone, he would've kissed me and turned away. But Harry isn't Bryce. Bryce wasn't as sweet, or as dry, or crazy, or as caring. Harry nods and sits in the large chair that we keep in the corner of the room. 

“Goodnight my Rose.” 

I fall asleep smiling. 

~ 

I’m too hot. I shoot up in my bed. Nightmares, I hate nightmares. Except its not a nightmare when it really happened. I don't want to go back to sleep. I hear heavy breathing. Harry is here, and I crave him. I always find myself craving him and I hate it, but I don't hate him.  I pull off my dress and step into shorts and throw on a shirt. I walk to him through the darkness. I place myself on his lap and my arms find there way around his neck. Immediately, a vibe of safety surrounds me. My head lays on his chest and sleep envelops me. 

When I wake I am still lying on Harry, except now he has an arm wrapped around me and his leg intertwined with mine. I sigh, ignoring the feeling that shoots through me at our position and what happened last night. I remember what happened last night, and I remember that Harry and I aren't dating, and I remember how that makes me drag myself into sadness. I hear my phone ringing from the other room and run to get it, careful not to wake Harry when I climb off of him. I answer it without looking, knowing it’s Diana. 

“Where are you?” I ask as soon as I slide my finger across the screen. She wasn't in her bed. 

“Um, Hello?” It’s not her voice that answers though, it’s Niall’s. 

“What the fuck?” I cannot possibly suppress my laugh at my own surprise. 

“I just wanted to tell you that Diana is here with me.” I can practically here him blushing. 

“Oh, did you guys sleep together?” I cross my arms.

“What? No, that’s Harry’s thing.” I scowl at his comment, ready to hang up. 

“Okay, whatever you say Mr. Horan, but Diana doesn't lie to me and I saw you guys having eye sex, so who knows where that could’ve-“

“We didn’t-“ He begins.

“I just hope you guys used protection.” And with that, I end the call. I set down the phone and right as soon as it hits the table it rings again. 

“Rosemary!” Diana’s voice echoes through the speaker. I roll my eyes.

“What?” 

“I heard that whole conversation! I wanted to see how he handled you, since we’re dating now and you’re part of the package!”

“Wait what? Back up! Dating?” I practically scream, trying to keep my voice down for Harry. I can’t contain my jealousy at the news. It’s not mad jealousy I don't think. It’s more like sad jealousy. That Harry doesn't need me in the way that I need him, or want him. I really want him.