Absolution ➺ H.S. AU

Chapter 30 ➺ Paisley

I couldn't have been more happy with the way my tattoo turned out. And despite the risk, I love the fact that Harry got the same one. It gives me so much reassurance that he feels just as powerfully about this experience as I do. I'm reassured that our journey together isn't one-sided. 

"Thanks again, John. They're great." Harry says one last time, roughly shaking John's hand. I'm glad Harry was here with me to comfort me during the process. It made me feel much more comfortable, and like nothing bad could happen. 

"Glad you like it. Make sure you come back." 

"Will do." Harry said, grabbing my hand and leading us out the door. 

The sky was dark as we walked out into the night. I hadn't realized how much time we had been in there, but at least three or four hours had passed and it was now getting somewhat late. The moon shined bright on us, lighting our way to the car. 

"Thanks, Harry." I said.

"For what?" He asked, peering over at me with a sideways glance. 

"For coming with me. For comforting me." Harry looked at me with a weird stare, like he wasn't sure why I was thanking him. "What?" I asked, confused by his response. 

"I'm your boyfriend. Of course I would come to comfort you. You don't have to thank me." He said, eyes full of emotion, saying it like it was the most natural thing in the world. It always makes me fall harder for him when he says sweet things like this. 

"Well, thank you anyway." I said, getting into the passenger side of the car as Harry got in the opposite. However, as soon as he got in, he didn't start the car, instead he just sat there. "What are you-" I began to ask, but he cut me off. 

"Come over here." He beckoned, taking his arms and putting them on my sides, hoisting me into his lap. I looked at him with a confused glance and he wraps his arms around me and tugs me closer in response, nudging my chin up with his hand. "I want to kiss you." 

Before I could even comprehend what he said, his hot, soft lips were on mine. Our foreheads were pushed together and his hands had gone to the back of my neck to pull me impossibly closer. The temperature in the car seemed to get hotter and hotter as the moments passed, the two of us never separating the whole time. 

His whole body sent electric shocks through me. Harry and I had kissed before, but never like this. Never this deep, or this heavy. His touch was addicting, as his lips never quit their assault on mine. Our breathing was heavy and Harry swiped his tongue along my bottom lip and I opened my mouth in obligation. 

I was lost in the moment, being so close to Harry, trying to express in my actions all that I felt for him. The past year has been crazy, too many ups and downs to keep track of. But what I have with Harry has made all of it worth it. And I can't say I'm in love with Harry, but I have a feeling this is what love feels like. And I don't want it to stop. 

I moved my hands up to Harry's hair, gently tugging at his roots as his tongue worked alongside mine. He groaned in approval and then broke our heated exchange. I was met with his gaze, his eyes a shade darker than normal, a strange look in his eye. "Paisley, you're my best friend." He said, emotion clear in his voice. He paused for a moment, rubbing his heated palms up and down your arms. "And I think I'm falling for you." 

My eyes widened in surprise and relief, glad he was feeling the same way I was. "Me too." I said, leaning back down, a smile on my lips. 

"That's a fucking relief." Harry smirked, crashing his lips on yours again. You let out a small giggle into the kiss, then brought your arms back to his hair, ready to be breathless by him once again.