Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 13

"Have dinner with me tonight," he says it without thinking. "Come early to the venue and we can have dinner. Just the two of us."

Amy stares at him and momentarily questions what made him say this. He made it seem so urgent. He could barely get the words out fast enough.

"Of course—," she tries to say casually but her voice betrays her and sounds nervous, "—I'd love to."

Harry feels just as nervous as her. He wants to keep hanging out with her but he doesn't want to screw anything up so he decides he should leave early.

"I think I'm going to go try and rest for a bit before the show but my driver is downstairs. I'll let him know you want to take some photos. He'll take you anywhere you'd like."

"That would be amazing," Amy says lighting up. Harry can't stop staring now. He shakes his head as if to snap himself out of it. He has to get a hold of himself. Harry thinks that he can't be this uncool tonight. He wants to wow her.

He gets up and walks to the door and Amy follows. He opens the door and turns back to her and without thinking another second about it, he wraps his arms around her waist and hugs her tightly. She is caught by surprise for the second time by one of his hugs. Amy puts her arms around his neck. She thinks about how good he smells. About how broad the muscles on his back are. How his soft hair tickles her face. How it feels like electricity is coursing through them.

Harry holds her tightly. He brushes his nose into her hair and breathes in the scent. He can't help himself and he picks her up so her feet are no longer touching the ground. She pulls back from him to look at him. His arms still holding her off the ground as he slowly lowers her down. They never break eye contact. Her feet hit the ground and he doesn't take his hands off of her waist and she doesn't move her arms from his shoulders. He folds his lips in, wetting them with his tongue as Amy watches completely entranced by the action. Her eyes move back up to his and she sees that he is staring at her mouth.

A couple down the hall opens their door and talk loudly to each other as they leave their room and Amy quickly removes her hands from Harry's arms and steps away. Harry follows suit, sensing her uneasiness.

"I'll see you, tonight, at dinner," he says.

She nods at him, still looking him in the eye. He hesitates to leave, not wanting this moment to end. Her eyes are searching his and then he waits for it. He waits for her to do what he hopes she'll do. Her eyes dart down to his mouth, as she bites her lower lip and he is floored. He steps towards her slowly and takes one of her hands in his. He leans his head towards her and he hears her draw in a breath. He looks at her face with her eyes closed and her jaw tilted up towards him, and at the last minute he changes his mind and he presses his lips to her cheek and then pulls away. He watches her face fall in disappointment and then worry. He steps backwards, still holding her hand. She looks up at him and he sees confusion behind her eyes.

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah," is all she manages to get out.

He lets go of her hand and then turns and walks away to his room. Walking away from her was harder than he thought it would be, especially considering he knows he is going to see her again in a few hours. But Harry knows Amy's here because of him and he wants to spend as much time as possible with her. Leaving her knowing she wanted him to kiss her was especially difficult but he's trying to be on his best behavior for her. Trying not to put pressure on her.

Amy feels dazed as she stands at the door watching him leave. She stops herself from chasing after him. She's not sure what's wrong with her right now. She was just about to let him kiss her. She was ready and then he kissed her cheek instead and she felt disappointed. Amy knows she shouldn't feel this way. She knows she has a boyfriend. Harry just makes her forget everything and just be present. Not think about her past or her future but live in the here and now.