Forever (h.s.)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: it's Love, Actually

"What shall we watch, love?" Harry asked, kicking off his shoes and flopping down on the couch, pulling me with him. I giggled, looking up into his face.

"How about...Love Actually?" I suggested coyly, knowing it was his favorite movie and guilty pleasure. But his face lit up and he kissed my cheek.

"Fine," he said, pretending to shrug. "If that's what you want, love. Anything for you."

"Anything for you, darling," I countered, cuddling up into the couch as he got up to put the movie on. As the previews started, he disappeared into the kitchen.

"Get in here!" I called. "The previews are the best part!"

"I've seen them a million times," he replied. "I'll be in in a minute." I giggled. Knowing that a teenage boy willingly admitted to watching "Love, Actually" a million times made my heart light up; and having it be Harry made it light up even more.

A few minutes later, Harry returned in a sweatshirt and jeans, carrying a bowl of popcorn and another of his sweatshirts I assumed was for me.

"Don't want you to be chilly," he said, handing it to me. It was the warmest, most delicious smelling piece of clothing I'd ever held. I gladly pulled it on, snuggling inside, happy as a clam. Now add a sappy movie, popcorn, and Harry beside me and I was all set.

About halfway through the film, it was starting to get really romantic and reminding me of Harry and how if felt when he touched me. So I decided to get my butt in gear and commence Operation Distract Harry from his Favorite Movie and Make Out.

I started by taking his hand where I was already curled up in the crook of his arm. He entwined my fingers with his, staring at out hands for a moment before returning his gaze to the movie.

My heart started to pound when I leaned my head on his shoulder and inched up until my lips were touching his neck. I felt him take a sharp intake of breath, his fingers arching in mine. I started to kiss the delicate skin, and I saw him smile like he knew exactly what I was about.

He tried to squirm away, whimpering, "Wait...this is my favorite part!" It just egged me on, kissing his neck and nuzzling my nose in his cheek. Harry started to breathe faster, but his eyes were still desperately locked on the screen.

"Sarah...wait...oh, god..." But that was as far as he got. All in an instant Harry rolled over on top of me and started to kiss me, hard. As hard as that first desperate night we'd had together, maybe harder.

I instantly started breathing harder, getting the shivers from his hands slipping up my shirt to rest around my ribs. His fingers dug into my skin as he kissed me. It seems what I had in mind had been on his mind long before.

Harry dipped his head to my neck and started kissing the delicate skin under my jaw, his breath coming in hot waves that dampened my skin. I let out a long, breathy moan that went all the way down to my toes and back up.

I kissed him like I would never kiss another boy for the rest of my life. I kissed him like someone had told me this was my last day on earth. And he kissed me back like I was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

I could still feel Harry's hands hot on my skin. They reached around me, pulling me closer. I nosed my way to Harry's neck and started on discovering a weak spot. I felt the vibrations of his groans in my hair.

His breath came in long, low moans now and he let out a choked whimper when I found a delicate spot on his neck. I gave it a kiss and slowly pulled away. Harry held on to me, trying to pull me back in, and I wanted to, so badly it sent an anticipatory shudder down my spine.

But my breath was coming so hard I might burst, and I was tired. So I gave Harry one last deep kiss and sat up.

"Ooh, you do that so good..." Harry groaned, closing his eyes and stretching before sitting up beside me. I giggled, partly at his words and partly at the mess of curls on his head.

I stood up on my knees in front of him and started to tame his hair, but pulled away with a squeal when I felt Harry's lips on my stomach.

"Stop it, that tickles!" I giggled, trying to resume my position. But he kept coming back to kiss or nuzzle my stomach and eventually I gave up and succumbed to being a giggling mess in his arms.

"You're crazy," I scolded, trying not to laugh.

"And you're beautiful," he crooned, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead. I sighed, closing my eyes and sinking into the feeling. That's when we realized the movie was long over, and the sappy violin riff of the menu had been playing over and over the entire time.

"Ahh!" I cried, scrambling out of Harry's arms and hurrying to turn the TV off. Harry started to laugh, that slow, kind of what-is-wrong-with-you laugh that you use around crazy people.

"What was that for?" he asked, amused, as I returned to his lap without so much as a word. I'd forgotten he wasn't aware of all my quirks that only appeared at home.

"I can't stand leaving the movie menu long enough for the song to replay," I said as though explaining that one and one made two. "I feel like it's waiting for me."

I watched Harry's eyes, which hadn't left me since I'd started explaining, and shifted awkwardly in my seat. "Sorry, it's a little weird."

Harry pulled me in for a kiss. "It's adorable," he assured me, and I kissed him again. Just for the fun of it. Then I yawned, realizing the time. Harry checked his watched and commented, "Late."

I nodded, snuggling up into Harry like a puppy. I watched his expression. I felt like a princess.

Harry gently lay a blanket over us, his eyelids fluttering closed."Goodnight, lovely," he whispered.

"Night," I murmured, curling into Harry's chest. I felt his arms tighten around me. I fell asleep that night to the fading sounds of the city and the warm, solid, good-smelling security of loving someone, and knowing they loved you back.