Forever (h.s.)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: the Most Memorable thing

The next morning I awoke to the unsettling feeling of falling asleep in one place and waking up in another. That had happened to me once when I was sick and fell asleep on the couch but woke up in the morning having sleepwalked during the night to my bed.

But when I rubbed my eyes and looked around, I saw that I was still in Harry's living room, it was just lacking in Harry.

I shuffled into the kitchen, trying to tame my lovely morning couch-head. Not finding Harry anywhere, I discovered the bathroom and swished around some mouthwash for precautionary purposes against the deadly possibilities of morning breath.

It wasn't until I passed through the kitchen the second time did I see the the note on the counter:

Morning lovely-

Went out to get some breakfast, be home soon.

-xxx Harry

I clutched it to my chest like they did in movies, still awed at the the odds that a slightly crazy laughaholic like me had snagged such a beautiful sweet perfect British boy like Harry.

I was sitting on the counter texting Fiona about the previous night when Harry came home, bearing streaming cups of tea and a paper bag of something that smelled to die for.

"Good morning, love," he said cheerfully. He gave me a kiss and handed me one of the cups. I took a deep breath, smelling it. Chai latte.

"You remembered!" I gasped, a huge smile taking over my face. Harry grinned, proud of himself, as though he'd hoped this would happen.

"Course I did," he said, his voice full of grin. "You, love, are the most memorable thing in my life." I felt my eyes go all melty in a Bambi face like I might die if he said anything sweeter. Oh. My. God.

He must have seen the look on my face because he laughed and walked slowly towards me. The second he was within reach I pulled him into me and kissed him. He started laughing into my mouth, but stopped in surprised silence when I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He lifted me off of the counter, holding me tightly around my back, still frantically kissing me like it had been a long time since he had. I was glad I'd found that mouthwash.

I nuzzled into his neck and he set me gently down on the floor, giving a shivery little sigh like a kid with a brain freeze.

"I love you," I giggled, kissing him once on the cheek before picking up my latte and taking a sip. It was warm, sweet, and wonderfully perfect. Sort of like someone I knew.

Harry opened the bag and breathed in deep, the dramatic look of happiness on his face making me laugh. "Mmmmmm," he sighed, holding a muffin out to me, still warm from the oven.

I took a bite. It was delicious. It tasted almost as good as Harry's lips and was as warm as his arms.

"Yum," I moaned, and I saw Harry's eyes got wide at the sound. I giggled and he blushed, embarrassed at his reaction.

We sat around for hours, lounging in the sunny living room, devouring muffins and each other, until finally I felt a vague feeling like I should go home. When I mentioned this to Harry, he said,

"Me and the lads are doing a little performance at a club tonight," he said proudly. "I'd love it if you'd come."

"Try to stop me," I crooned, rolling across the couch into his arms and kissing his nose. "I bet you're amazing."

It was a little strange to me that Harry and I had been around each other for so long and I'd never heard him sing. But I supposed he was shy, and the thought passed as just another reason Harry was so cute.