Blinded by You

Chapter Fifty-Seven: I'll remember how you kissed me

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Album of the chapter:

Maroon 5- V album

(It was always You, Animals, Maps, New Love, feelings, my heart is open )-My Faves

Ellen's POV:

Seeing Harry watching me as I walked toward the fridge and began to pull things out, I couldn't help but blush. I sighed as I waited in the bread to toast and the kitchen was encased in an awkward silence. I don't know why I smiled when he asked me what I wanted to eat. Maybe it was because he seemed so flustered, maybe it was because he was adorable, I don't know. Finally putting my sandwich together, I took a bite and leaned against the island Harry was seated at.

"This is good," I said, trying to make this less awkward. All he did was nod. I didn't blame him. It was my fault we had broken up anyway and here I was, right back in his clutches. He was dangerous and scary and full of uncertainty, but I loved every bit of him. Dangerous and scary in a sense, that at any time, he could just be like "fuck off," and never talk to me again. I mean, I know he'd never do that, but then again people change.

"Um," I sniffed, clearing my throat and hoping he'd look at me. "I'm sorry. For everything. Um, especially trying to make you jealous. Um, if you don't wanna talk, I'll just go to bed."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he finally spoke and I realized I had begun to cry. "It's just as much my fault as you think it's yours."

"It's really not, Harry. I was still trying to find out who I was and I still am. I was trying to find out how I fit into your life and I felt like I was nothing but a burden. I still do." He smiled, taking a bite of his cereal, finally looking at me, wide, green eyes full of emotion.

"You're not a burden to me. You never have been and you never will be. I had a little self search I had to do as well. I realized that I'm not fully me without you and if that meant waiting one, two, or ten years to see you again, I'd wait it out," Harry replied. "I've loved you from the moment I saw you and I never stopped loving you." Taking a tearful bite of my sandwich, I let out a sigh and looked at the sofa with a chuckle.

"How are we going to do this?" I sighed, watching him stand up and walk toward me. Feeling his arms wrap around my waist, it felt like a weight had been lifted of my shoulders.

"One day at a time," he whispered, turning me toward him and I put my sandwich down before wrapping my arms around his neck as tight as humanly possibly without choking him. His scent engulfed me and I let out a sob. Being able to feel his arms around me without being angry, it was almost like a high. His skin was warm and soft under my fingertips and I ran my hands over his neck and shoulders, not making eye contact with him as I tried to stop my tears.

"I love you," I whimpered against his lips before kissing him with everything in me. Our lips molded together and I thought I was going to pass out.

"I love you too, and you're wearing my shirt," he chuckled, playing with the hem.

"You left a few things in my dresser that I haven't stopped wearing. I still have your hoodie, two shirts, and a couple of bandanas."

"You wore them?"

"Everyday."

"Oh." Running my fingers through his long hair and over his warm, broad shoulders, his hands rested at the small of my back and I reached around, taking one of them in mine. Walking down the hall toward his room, I took the towel from my damp hair, tossing it on the floor and turned to face him.

*sexual content hehe*

"Kiss me," I whispered, our bodies molding together. His smooth fingertips met my cheeks and our lips met.

"You know I love you, right?" I asked as he kissed my neck gently.

"I love you, too. We can get through this, I promise," Harry murmured against my skin and I let his hands squeeze my hips. Pulling his shirt over his head, I tossed it on the floor and pulled him toward me wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing his warm, smooth, shoulder.

"Slow." Keeping eye contact with him as I trailed my fingers over his collar bones and down his torso, I played with the waistband of his sweatpants and shrugged them down his legs. Looking at him standing there tall, lean, and in person, I took a deep breath. A year is a hell of a long time. I mean, I took care of myself, but it gets a little old after a while. His hands traveled up my torso and pulled his shirt over my head.

"I love you," he kept saying. His actions were speaking louder than his words as we just stood there, holding each other shirtless in nothing but our underwear. It wasn't even about having sex, I don't think. It was about being together after so long and wanting to re-establish the intimacy we once had. My hands trailed down his back and it wasn't too long before I was laying against his cool comforter, pulling him on top of me. This wasn't fixing the problems we had, I knew that, but I needed him not only physically, but emotionally and psychologically as well. This was his way if fulfilling my need and mine his. Maybe it was just a way to rekindle the love we thought we had lost, I don't know.

Feeling his hands slowly remove my underwear from my tanned hips, he stopped abruptly.

"You got a tattoo?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.

"It's nothing too big," I shrugged.

"She is clothed in strength and dignity and laughs without fear of the future," Harry read, expanding his hand over my ribs.

"I got it after we split up."

"What's it mean?"

"It's part of a bible verse," I breathed.

"I like the feathers around it. It's beautiful," he beamed, kissing it softly.

"Not like you," I giggled as he placed himself in between my legs.

"No love," he smiled, his thumb rubbing my cheek. "Not like you."