Sign For Love ((ON HOLD))

Chapter 9

I knotted my hands in his hair, locking him to me, pressing as closely into him as I could get.

Fuck the "client" thing. Fuck his girlfriend. Fuck everybody else. This boy was too damn good of a kisser for anything else. I felt him gently bite my lip a smirk forming on his lips around mine. His hands were settled low on my hips, I felt his fingers slide just under the hem of my shirt, leaving a burning trail as his hands skimmed the lower part of my stomach, feeling, touching, curiously exploring.

His lips moved from my own down to my neck, right along my jawline, softly biting and then kissing the skin, a gasp escaped my lips, and I tugged gently on his curls, arching my neck back to give him further access to my neck. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging deeper into my skin.

I dropped my hands from his curls to the back of his neck, slowly trailing them from the collar of his white button down shirt to his blazer. Slowly and teasingly, pulled the blazer off of him, delighted when his hands moved back to my body, now rubbing slow, tantalizing circles on my stomach.

Almost as quickly as this started, it ended with Harry jerking back from me, pushing away from me.

I gave him a confused look, but he just got up off of the couch, gripping his head in his hands, I could see his mouth moving rapidly, but of course, I couldn't understand a word he said. He turned,manger and exasperation evident on his face as he yelled, coming closer and closer to me as he yelled.

I inched back further into the couch, trying to get away from him. He was sort of scaring me...

When he got in front of the couch, he just, stopped, his chest rising and falling heavily, eyes calmed down slightly, mouth just barely parted.

And at that moment, my inability to speak or hear really hit me.

Yes. It was always a nagging thought in the back of my mind, how desperately I yearned to be more like a normal person.

I actually wished I could have heard Harry yelling at me. Maybe I would have been able to yell back.

I never could. Of course, to be able to have ANY sort of communication I needed Brandon here, translating for me, and then, even with a translator, I never got the...the emotion in the voice. I could never hear if somebody was being sarcastic.

My bottom lip started to quiver and I felt my eyes burning. I did not want to cry. I didn't.....but I couldn't help it.

I covered my eyes with my hands, and let the tears fall, remembering how it was to be "normal", before I was a "freak", before my body was covered in ink to hide the scars from my surgery. Back when I was pretty.

To my genuine surprise, i felt the couch dip, and a pair of arms wrap themselves comfortably around me, pulling me into their chest. I nestled into his chest, continuing to let the tears fall, no doubt smudging makeup all over his shirt and jacket.

His hands rubbed circles on my back, but it had a very different effect than it had not even ten minutes ago.

I felt his chest vibrating, and knew he was talking. And I was desperate to hear his words. I just....wanted that so so badly. But it wasn't gonna happen.

I pictured his voice to be somewhat like Trevor's, deeper, but not too deep. Somewhat raspy, but nothing too drastic. I couldn't imagine WHAT his accent was, although I did know he was from Holmes Chapel.

His one hand left my back and reached up to cup my chin gently, turning my face up to look at him.

"I'm sorry." he mouthed slowly, so I was able to read his lips.

He then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

******

I texted Brandon and told him that I was staying at my friend Nathalie's house. I was curled up on the couch in a pair of Jack Wills sweatpants and a jumper of Harry's. He had ordered some chinese take away and we were currently sitting in his living room, eating and watching the notebook. And he had remembered to turn on the subtitles for me.

He was sitting with his back against the arm rest, and I was sitting between his legs, pressed up against his chest with my food on my lap, a mug of tea on the ground.

One of Harry's arms was wrapped around my waist, and the other was holding his drink, he had already finished his food.

I tipped my head back so it was on his chest, but I was looking up at him upside down. I blew softly out of my mouth, sending a small puff of air up to his face.

He wrinkled his nose slightly, a smile lurking on his lips, but refused to look away from the tv. I sat up just the teensiest bit and pressed a light kiss to the underside of his jaw, earning a full out smile.

He finally decided to look down at me, kissing the tip of my nose. It reminded me of how me and Trevor used to act, before the accident.

But it still...didn't feel right, at all. I pulled my phone out of the pocket in Harry's jumper and typed in a quick message to him, 'Harry....this..as..wonderful as this is...what about Victoria...?'

He shifted slightly as he reached to get his phone when it informed him of a new message. I was pretty sure he knew I was trying to tell him something though when he saw me pull my phone out, he was pretty quickly catching onto how things worked out with me.

I felt his arms just barely moving as he responded,and then they tightened around me after he sent it.

Of course, this made ME checking his message slightly difficult. But I opened it, scanning it quickly, and then rereading it, sort of surprised at his answer.

"I may be in a relationship with Victoria, but I don't want to be in one with her. And you and I aren't jumping into a relationship yet, but I want to get the chance to know you. Because maybe it could happen. I like being with you like this. Its...exciting, don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you."

I couldnt really find the words to answer to that.

Yeah, harry and I weren't "jumping into anything." but he certainly seemed like he wanted to. And even if he didn't want to be in a relationship with Victoria, he still was. And I may not be the BEST at relationships, but I'm pretty sure making out with some new girl on the couch while dating another classified as cheating.

And I didn't know that I wanted to be that "other girl". The "slut". The "homewrecker". If Harry was so so willing to cheat on Victoria with me, a girl he only just met the other day, did I even WANT to be involved with somebody like that...?