Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

55

Harry and I have never had a normal relationship. We never did the whole traditional 'dating' thing, and I'm glad.

I've stayed overnight with Harry a lot, which makes it much easier now. He's practically living in our apartment and I'm just glad I'm used to his routine. We don't clash when it comes to living.

Which is good to know when it comes to the future.

There I go again, thinking about the future. I hate when my mind wanders off. Maybe it's because I'm scared. Although my life has always been a mess, I've had a plan. After this gap year, I'm supposed to have enough money saved up for tuition. Then, I go to a community college because let's be honest, it's much cheaper. I can get my first two years done, and then transfer to a bigger university.

Harry doesn't play a single role in it. Of course, I'd want to get married. I don't really think I'd want kids, but that's beside the point. We would get married and live happily ever after. But that's the only part he plays in my future.

I can't decide if that scares me.

"Babe, if you don't come out of the shower in the next five minutes, I'm coming in there," Harry's playful voice echoes through the bathroom. I snap out of my thoughts and turn off the shower. I've been done for the past five minutes, but I needed some thinking time.

I wrap the towel around my body and leave the bathroom before Harry can barge in. Not that I would mind.

"Finally," he sighs at the sight of me. I roll my eyes and scurry to my closet to find something to wear. I settle with a pair of blue jeans and a black top.

He looks disappointed when I come out fully clothed. What a guy.

"Anyway, we have to talk," his voice follows me as I go back to the bathroom to hang my towel. I pretend like his words don't make me anxious when I walk out again. "Come here," he stretches his arms out and I walk into his chest, gripping on for dear life.

He sits down on the bed and pulls me into his lap. I keep my arms wrapped around him, nervous for what he's going to say.

"I do have to go back."

A weight has been set on my chest. I knew he'd have to go back eventually, I just didn't hope it would be so soon. I can't help the disappointment that settles on my face.

"I know baby," he stokes my back, gently rubbing it in a comforting way. "I wish I didn't, but I do. The world keeps turning, even though I quite enjoy this bubble we're in."

Even through the sadness, I smile. "Time really does freeze when you're here," I remark. He nods in agreement and kisses me on my forehead.  "Thank you for telling me beforehand. When do you leave?"

I anxiously bite my lip, a terrible habit I've developed. His eyes darken at the sight.  "Don't do that."

"What?" I innocently bat my lashes. Sure enough, his groin begins to harden. I stifle a giggle. He gets turned on by the weirdest things sometimes.

"This is serious," he glares. "Anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow evening."

"Oh?" I whisper, coming on to him. My hormones are racing today.

Being bold, I bring my lips to his neck, right on his sensitive spot. He groans out of pleasure and satisfaction plays on my lips.

"Don't do this," he says again. His voice is weak, too distracted by my kisses. I ignore his pleas and continue, moving my lips back to his. He gives in and kisses me back, no longer objecting. I can feel his pants get tighter.