Forever (h.s.)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4: That Not-Knowing-How-Much-You-Can-Be-In-Love-Till-Now-Sort-Of-Thing

"I'll get it I'll get it I'll--" but my mum was already at the door.

"Oh, hello Harry," she said, the tiniest hint of annoyance that he was here to take away her daughter apparent in her voice. But he was quick, slipping in with a charming comment and soon Mum was putty in his hands.

I felt my heart stutter a little when I saw him. Those curls. I remembered how they'd felt between my fingers last night. That skin, those adorable dimples. His smile, shy and ecstatic at the same time.

"Hello, love," he said, sliding his sunglasses up onto his head and fixing me with an intense, heart-melting, I-so-badly-want-to-kiss-you-right-now-but-your-mum's-right-there kind of gaze.

"Bye mum," I said distractedly, entwining my fingers with Harry's and trailing behind him out the door. We didn't give her time to answer.

The second the door was shut behind us, Harry backed me against the wall and kissed me. I slipped my hands around his neck, his lips pressing curiously into mine. Harry put a hand on my cheek, pulling back. He was barely out of breath, but it still brought back memories of the previous night that sent shivers all through me.

"I missed you, lovely," he crooned, nosing a kiss to my neck. I let out an involuntary whine and he smiled into my skin, kissing me harder. Soon I felt his lips start to go harder and I forced myself to pull away, although every part of me was screaming not to.

"Not....Harry, we can't..." But he wouldn't let me squirm away, his breath quickening in hot waves on my neck. "Harry, not here..." A long breathy whimper interrupted my words and I buried my face in Harry's shoulder to keep quiet.

Finally he pulled away, his cheeks flushed and a wry smile on his lips. Kissing me once on the mouth, he took my hand and led me out to his car.

I watched him in awe, the easy, subtle way he had complete and total control over me. If it was anyone else, I'd be worried. It was Harry, though, my Harry. And he would never do anything to hurt me.

"You're insane," I said as he opened the passenger door for me. "Do you realize all the terrible things that could have just happened?" But I couldn't keep the smile from my lips, and Harry knew it.

"But look at the wonderful thing that happened instead," he offered, kissing me on the cheek before starting the car. Even that, that small passionate gesture, sent the chills flying.

"You are impossible," I stated, giggling.

"But that's why you love me, love."

I sat with my ams crossed, pretending to be mad at him the whole car ride. One of those small, genuine smile-that-you-can't-seem-to-get-off-your-face-for-some-reason smiles on his lips.

Not long after, we arrived at a small Mexican restaurant tucked into a corner between two huge enterprise buildings that shadowed it from sight.

"Poco Ama," he read, holding out his hands like a tour guide. Wow, it was sexy when he spoke Spanish. And also sort of weird. "The best tacos in London."

For some reason that made me laugh. Like really laugh. Like fall-to-the-ground-in-hysterics-and-you-don't-know-why sort of laughing.

"What?" Harry asked, amused, as he held me close so I wouldn't tumble to the ground in absolute hysteria. "What did I do?"

"N-n-nothing!" I giggled, pulling myself together. "I just love you, that's all." Harry raised an eyebrow like I was crazy but grinned that wonderful grin and kissed my forehead.