Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 16

"If you get a feeling
Feeling what I'm feeling
Won't you come closer to me, baby?
Hey
Girl, you already got me
Right where you want me, baby
I, I just want to be your man"

The entire forty-five minute drive home they don't talk. Not one word. Amy is so embarrassed she debates changing her flight and going home early. Harry spends the entire time regretting turning her down. Rationally, he knows it was probably the best long term decision but right now all he can think about is that he doesn't want her to think that he doesn't want to kiss her. He has been desperately wanting to kiss her since that first night they hung out. It's all he thinks about when he's with her.

They get back to the hotel and Amy and Harry get in the elevator. There's an older gentleman that gets on with them and gets off on the same floor as them so they're never alone. The tension between Amy and Harry is unbearable. Amy just wants to get back to the comfort of her room and be alone with her thoughts for a minute. She doesn't think rationally when he's around.

They come to Amy's door and she pulls her key card out and swipes it, unlocking her door. Harry starts talking quickly, before she can go inside. 

"Amy, I have to leave at four for the venue. I wish we could have dinner again tonight but my mom and sister are here from London for the show so I'm eating with them."

"Okay," she says not looking at him.

"Tom will drive you again. Around 7?"

"Sure," she replies, keeping her eyes down.

Amy thinks she is going to get Tom to drive her to the airport and not go to the concert. She needs to sort out her life back home before she sees Harry again. She can't be around him right now. The temptation is too much. She's proven that already.

"Have a good show," she says to him and opens the door and goes in, leaving Harry in the hallway.

She closes the door and then immediately leans against it. She finally feels like she can catch her breath. Being around Harry overwhelms her senses. She wants to hear his voice, smell his scent, touch him, taste him, breathe him in.

A knock on the door startles her, because she is still leaning against it. She tries to compose herself and slowly opens the door. Harry is pacing back and forth looking completely stressed. His hair is disheveled and she knows it's from him running his fingers through it because he does it as she's watching him. His eyes are darting around as if he is debating something. She can tell he's been standing here since she went inside. He reaches up and pinches his lips.

"Harry?" she says softly, unsure if he heard the door open.

His eyes leave the ground and he stops his anxious movements and looks up at her. As soon as their eyes meet, he steps forward closing the gap between them quickly. His hands grip on either side of her face and he pushes his lips onto hers. Her hands find the back of his neck and she is pulling herself closer to him. Her mouth parts and he rightly takes that as an invitation to deepen the kiss. Their tongues move together and Amy moves her hands into his hair. Amy lets out a low moan and Harry does a deep groan of approval as their mouths never leave each other's. They kiss like they've been kissing each other their whole lives, both of them perfectly in sync and knowing exactly how the other is going to move.  After a few minutes Harry pulls back from Amy, trying to catch his breath.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," he says his hands still on her face.

"Me too," she says leaning into his palms.

"God, you're beautiful," she smiles at this. "It's taking all my self control not to do more than just kiss you," he tells her.

He brings his hands off of her face and down to hold her hands. Harry finds himself in a situation he has never been in before. He wants to spend as much time with Amy as possible but he doesn't know if he can control himself around her now that he knows what it feels like to kiss her and knows that she wants it too. He doesn't want to put pressure on her and he wants to do what's morally right.