Beneath Your Beautiful (H.S. AU)

Chapter 30

Time seemed to stand still while I contemplated my options realizing that I didn't really have any. I had to move, and I had to do it soon. My job was gone, and soon this place I had come to call home would be gone as well. Maybe it was good though. It would be a new chapter, and maybe a way of letting everything with Maya stay in the past, though I knew forgetting everything would be impossible. However, a change might do me good. At the same time, the thought of Harry and Julliard was haunting my mind. I hated the fact that he couldn't go like he dreamed of.

I heard footsteps coming towards me from behind, but I didn't bother looking back. I knew who it was. He was the only person who really ever visited and since he was practically here all the time I never bothered locking the door. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist, and I closed my eyes wanting to get lost in the moment. For some reason, Harry seemed to make everything better and for a short moment all my problems seemed to have diminished.

"You smell good," he whispered in my ear and his hot breath sent tingles through my body.

"Mmmhh," I said as I had not paid much attention to his words, and he placed a kiss on my cheek making my heartbeat increase. I turned around and faced him before pecking his lips.

"What was that for?" He wondered running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"For making things better," I said and my facial expression worsened when I realized the sad truth of my apartment. Soon, I would no longer be able to call it mine.

"Making what things better? I thought you were quite happy." He gave me a questioning look.

"Oh I am. I'm just practically homeless," I whispered the last part. I didn't want to bother him with my problems or sound like I was complaining.

"You're what?" He widened his eyes, and I looked down.

"I can't afford staying here. I got fired. But you don't have to worry about me. It's not your problem," I quickly added, and it really wasn't, yet a part of me was hoping he would just magically make all my problems disappear.

"Your problems are my problems, love. And you got sacked?" He questioned while pulling a strain of hair behind my ear.

"That's what I just said."

"It's all my doing," he told me with an apologetical look.

"It's not your fault. I could have called in sick or something. And I really don't want to bother you with my problems. I'll make it work. I have to.

"You don't have to be alone about it." He gave me another kiss and looked deeply into my eyes.

"What did I do to deserve you?" I questioned.

"It's funny I was wondering the same thing," he chuckled, and I hit him with my elbow.

"You're so cheesy. I was actually being serious," I complained and walked to the bathroom to get the laundry.

"So was I," he told me following before he smacked my bum. I shot him a glare, and he put his arms up. "I can't help it," he explained, and I shook my head at him.

"You are such a dork, now make yourself useful and help me with this," I told him shoving a basket of wet clothes in his hand. "You said it yourself, my problems are your problems."

We did the laundry without talking until I stupidly enough had to break the comfortable silence. "So, I was thinking about Julliard," I spoke and the silence that settled over us yet again was unpleasant to say the least. I knew it really wasn't my business, but I just couldn't handle the thought of Harry doing something that made him unhappy. "I really think you should go."