blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 66

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping loudly beside us. I push myself up from Harry's hard chest looking around only then realizing that we slept outside.

Almost instantly, flashes of last night and his open words come to me all at once. I feel a bit lightheaded as the events take over my mind.

"Hi, blue," he speaks from below me softly. His voice is delicate and careful as he hesitantly rubs my shoulders in a comforting way. I can tell that he's still afraid of me reacting terribly to everything he revealed to me last night.

"Hi," I breathe weightlessly.

The sun is bright.

"I should probably head home now."

His eyes grow wide at this but he doesn't speak right away. Instead he lifts himself up from the ground sitting upright and wraps me into his strong arms. His scent floods my entirety. He smells a little more Earthy having slept on the ground.

I don't know how long we stay like that before we decide to leave. His arms are strong and demanding yet his touch is delicate and sturdy; almost like he's afraid I'll float away.

I turn around slightly breaking his hold on me to place a light kiss on his lips. He deepens it instantly gripping me tightly before I make the first move to pull away.

"We should really get going," I say breathless, smiling lightly against his lips.

"I love you, baby."

Instead of responding I just kiss him again. I don't know why, but I don't want to speak too much. I just want to be for a little.

There are still so many questions swarming my brain. I just don't know when I'll get another chance to ask them. Last night feels like a once in a lifetime moment, and I silently curse my human body for needing sleep.

"You should come to my place," he begins, breathing lightly into the slight gust of wind.

"I-I don't know if th-"

"Please," he begs eager, causing me to look up at him. His hair is a mess sticking up in all directions. Dark rings surround his eyes showing me that he didn't get much sleep last night and I feel guilty.

"Okay."

HIS FLAT IS the exact same way I remember it to be. Nothings been changed since my last visit. Only now do I realize that he doesn't really have any pictures of his family, yet he carries around a Polaroid camera religiously.

I should ask him about it.

Harry has been stuck in this extremely delicate state since last night and I begin to worry that it took too much of a toll on him. There's only one other time I can remember him being so open (in Roswell), but this was another level. He literally looked fragile enough to break. He hasn't spoken much since the car ride and is currently cooking me a light breakfast. It's a nice, melancholic change of pace.

"Here you go, baby,"

The apron loosely tied around his waist is covered in pancake batter and other ingredients I don't recognize instantly. His hair is in a small ponytail to keep from distracting him. I think this is my favorite look on him - well, the hair. I can't exactly describe it, but the pony just gives him this very indie, down to Earth vibe that's so much different from dark one he carries. It's quite like experiencing two different personas inside one person. A lighter, more humble one in comparison to a darker, more aggressive; the contrast is stark.

"I know you like your pancakes in the shape of hearts, so I tried my best," he chuckles lightly, shying away from my gaze when he says this and my heart lurches for him. The plate of poorly made heart-shaped pancakes looks somewhat okay, but I could never eat this. There's batter oozing out of one of the sides. Seeming yo just notice it, he directs his attention to the leaky batter before taking the pancakes back, rubbing the back of his head with one hand awkwardly.

He's so adorable.

I take the plate of pancakes from his hand, placing them down on the coffee table and pull him down on top of me.

My lips find his neck aggressively and I can tell he's surprised by my suddenness. Without missing another beat, he gives in untying the apron in the back with one hand as he lowers himself onto me. I feel him growing against my stomach. There's a sense of urgency behind his touch. His kiss, touch, actions, are just all passion-filled. I find myself moaning uncontrollably when he begins to thrusts me fully clothed, grunting lowly in the process. Tossing the apron to the side, he begins to kiss me hard taking control.

My hands find his hair giving it a light tug as a throaty moan slips past his lips.

Lifting me up from the uncomfortable chair he motions for me to tighten my hold on him as he lets go of me to remove his shirt. He carries us to his back room slowly, kissing me all the while. I yelp in surprise once he tosses me on to the bed, slamming the door behind us.

"I DON'T WANT to go to work," I groan suddenly, interrupting the light silence that fell between us minutes after Harry started closing his eyes, sleepily.

"Then don't," he grunts with one of his white pillows covering his head.

"Stay here with me and we can sleep all day."

I roll my eyes at this playfully.

"If only it were that easy," I breathe in deep thought.

"It is, baby. Just tell them that you're too sore to walk," he speaks lightly. Though his head is covered by a fortress of pillows, I can tell that he's smirking. Instantly, the slight pain in my bottom-half causes me to wince. I'm never going to get used to this, am I?

"At least shower with me before you leave me in all my lonesome."

"I don't know," I breathe reluctantly. There's still so much floating around in my head right now. I can't believe we are back at square one - or so it feels like it. It also feels like my entire summer was spent with a complete stranger. I just wish he didn't feel like he had to cover his past up; I've been accepting of everything so far. He has no need to hide things from me.

Not giving me the chance to respond he pops off of the bed suddenly extremely energetic before making his way over to my side. His eyes are dark and his expression unreadable as he yanks the blanket from around my naked body.

"What are you doi- ah!" I squeal as he wraps his big hand around my ankle sliding me down to the edge of the bed.

"I want dessert."