Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 23

"Every kiss is a door
Can I knock on yours?
Can we knock a little more?
If a touch is a key
Keep on twisting, keep on locking
Keep on turning me
Let me in
I wanna be closer to you
Let me under your skin"

Harry doesn't catch up to Amy as quickly as he likes. She is already in the house and in her room. He knocks lightly on the door and then says her name, "Amy? Can I come in?"

She doesn't answer so he slowly pushes the door open. She is sitting on her bed, not crying but looking upset as she is leaning over her knees and staring at the floor.

"Are you okay?"

"No...yes...I don't know," she pauses before continuing. "I wish he never came but then if I wish that then you wouldn't be here either. I hate that he's mad at me for something that didn't even happen. I wish we did have sex because at least the guilt I feel would be worth it."

"Amy, you know that it didn't happen. I
know that it didn't happen. There's nothing to feel guilty about," he says trying to reassure her.

"Isn't there? I lied to him. I flew all the way to LA to see you. We slept in the same bed...twice. We kissed. I think I have a lot to feel guilty about."

"Do you regret it?" Harry says self-consciously. He doesn't want her to regret it but he is scared that she does. That she wishes she had never gone. He knows it wasn't a perfect weekend but life isn't perfect. It's messy.

Amy looks up at Harry for the first time and she is searching his eyes again just like she did earlier. Amy is looking to see if his mask is up but it's not. He's vulnerable right now. He looks scared about what Amy's response could be.

"No. I don't regret it one bit. You were exactly where I wanted to be in that moment."

Harry doesn't hesitate. He closes the distance between them and grabs her face and kisses her with everything he has, causing Amy to fall backwards onto the bed she is sitting on. Amy kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She opens her mouth inviting him in and their tongues meet and meld together. Harry pulls his mouth away from hers and moves his mouth to Amy's neck, kissing along her collarbone. He reaches down to pull her shirt off and he throws it to the ground before continuing kisses down her neck to the top of her chest. His hand moves from her waist up her body, cupping her breast possessively.

"I want you so badly," he grunts into her ear.

"I want you too," she moans back.

He kisses along her neck, one hand still on her breast. He can't believe how good she feels beneath him. Her skin is so soft and she smells incredible.

"Harry?"

"Yes, baby," he says between kisses.

"We can't. Not here. Not now."

Harry stops and looks at her. Her eyes are lustful and her pupils are blown out. She is breathing heavily and her body is arched up towards him. Her arms still wrapped around him, playing with the back of his hair now. Everything about her body is telling him to keep going but her words are telling him to stop. He thinks she looks so good, lying here in his arms, looking at him like that.

He leans down and softly presses a kiss to her mouth and then he stands up from the bed and walks towards the door. He turns back to look at her, and he wishes he didn't because she looks so goddamn sexy right now. He rolls his eyes at her and audibly sighs.

"What?" she asks him.

"I've never demonstrated this much self control in my life!" he says exasperated.