Time to get out

You're not wrong

Kat's POV

I laughed, my hand flying to my mouth as a slightly tipsy harry poured more of the vodka onto the floor instead of into my cup. People were packed in around us and the music pounded through my bones. The smell of weed and sweat was everywhere and as Harry and i tried to make our way to a couch he gave up, grabbing my arm and pulling me up a flight of stairs. More people made their way up and down and the hall was crouded, all the doors overflowing with drunk poeple making out. I ducked under Harry's arm as he lead me round a corner to a small area with three closed doors. He opened the first one and quickly pulled me inside shutting it and blocking out the music. That happened fast, i thought looking around the room. A window looked out over the back garden while a large double bed took up most of the room with a guitar and small desk taking up the rest. 

I went over to the window, the sudden quietness relaxing me. I saw Harper downstairs, laying next to Matty as they both laughed on the grass. I shook my head and turned back to Harry who was pulling the doona up on the bed, making it quickly. I laughed, taking a sip of my drink and moving into the middle of the room. He sat down on the bed, proping himself up on the pillows. He tapped the spot next to him but instead i sat at the other end, smirking at him. He laughed softly, filling the room with a calm feeling. The butterflies exploded in my stomach as he looked up from his lap at me, his green eyes smiling with joy.

"There is something different about you Harry." I said, holding eye contact.

"What is it?"

I sipped my drink, looking at him over the cup. "You're covered in tattoo's, peircings and from the amount of girls grabbing at your arms you seem pretty popular in that department. Yet when i talk to you you seem like a completely different person from someone who drinks and tattoos themselves."

"So you think i'm pretending around you? hiding who i really am?" He asked, never breaking eye contact.

"No i think you are yourself. Sure the other parts are a real part of you but you seem to soften up when you get away from those people out there. I noticed as soon as you closed that door your shoulders relaxed, your fists unclenched and you stopped looking ready to bash anyone who came near me." He looked at me, a small smile creepying accross his lips as he pulled his knees up, leaning forward.

"Very good." He purred. "And i think that around your girls you act so motherely, looking out for them, but deep down your not really that sensible. You want to break free. Do something daring. Wild." He leant forawrd more, crawling accross the bed and sitting up so he was on his knees in front of me. I looked up at him as he placed his hands on either side of my head, pushing my hair back. I put my head back further, stretching my neck and staring straight into his eyes. He pulled gently and i rose up so i was on my knees facing him. "Am i correct?" He asked, minty breath tinged with vodka, fanning accross my face.

I wrapped my hands around his torso, gripping his singlet in my hands. "You're not wrong." He smiled, long fingers tangling in my hair. 

"Good." He whispered on my lips as they softly connected with mine, electricity burning through my whole body. He deepened the kiss quickly, his skilled lips working on mine. One of his hands moved to the back of my neck while the other snaked around my ribs to my back, pulling my closer to him still. I felt him breathing against my stomache as his tounge slided over my bottom lip. Using the hand on my back, he turned us around and lay me down, hovering over me as he kept one hand on my ribs. He moved his lips down my throat and to the spot under my jaw, sucking harshly on the skin and softly sinking his teeth accross the same area before kissing it softly and finding my mouth again. 

We slowly removed shirts and jeans but Harry stopped himself, gently kissing my nose before looking down at me. "Are you tired?" He asked softly, voice husky and breaths fast.

"A little bit but that's ok." 

"No, lets go to sleep. But here, drink up." He said smiling and handing me the last bit of beverage in my cup. "You will sleep better with this in your stomach. "

I swollowed it, placing the cup on the floor before joining harry under the covers. He pulled me close, kissing me again before placing my head on his shoulder, tracing circles on my temple and humming softly. I fell asleep quickly, the warmth of his body and the faded base thumping downstairs drowing out any worries i had in the world.

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The next morning movement next to me woke me up. I rolled over to see Harry slowly rubbing his eyes and yawning. His curly hair stuck up at all ends a dopey, slughtly hing over look showed under his eyes. An involuntary smile spread acros my lips as his large hand pulled my hips on top of him. I leant down kissing him softly before sitting up and stretching. The sun was only just rising, casting a very pale glow over the dark room. I lay back down again as Harry reached for the guitar laying on the floor. 

"Close your eyes." He said so i sat up leaning against the wall, and putitng my head back, closing my eyes. He slowly started strumming a few chords on his old taylor guitar. 

Your hand fits in mine
Like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me

I looked at him, his normally sexy voice going even deeper, raspier and fuller. The rich sound wrapping around me. He looked up from the strings and his smile was so wide i thought it must be hurting him.

"I cant really play guitar..." He said sheepishly.

"Give it here." I said holding my hand out. He raised his eyebrow but handed it to me. I strummed the chord sequence he had played and looked at him. "Sing." I said softly and he soon joined in with the guitar, his voice relaxing my as i slowly played the chords along with him.

I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes
When you smile
You've never loved
Your stomach or your thighs,
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly

He kept going, the lyrics intreging me. I had never heard of the song he was singing but the pure passion in his face told me he felt strongly for the it. His eyes closed and he tilted his head back as the notes got higher but he relaxed as a slow part came in the song and he looked directly at me. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the words of the song slipping out of his lips softly, travelling through my body.

He finished singing as i stopped playing, hanging my arm loosly over the old guitar and smiling at Harry. "That was incredible. You are incredible." I said, almost lost for words. "Your voice is...fuck i dont even know Harry but wow. Like really wow." He laughed, the rich sound giving me shivers. 

"Thankyou. And your guitar playing was excellent. Thankyou."

I scoffed, "God no. I was nothing compared to you. i was terrible."

"Absolutely not." He said taking the guitar off me and placing it on the floor, laying down with his arms under his head. I lay my head on his chest, focusing on his breathing.

"You wrote that song didnt you?" I asked

"Why do you think that?"

"Because i could see how passionate you were." 

I could hear the smile in his voice. "You're not wrong." I smiled rolling up and placing my lips firmly on his.

"I liked it."

"Thankyou darlin'" He said, his accent dropping the last sound. I pulled his hair back, placing a kiss on his temple before he tackled me and ended up hovering over me. I looked into his eyes, "You know, i'm not that tired anymore." 

He cocked an eyebrow leaning down and kissing my jaw. "I was hoping you would say that." He smiked into my skin before finding my lips once again.