Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 42

"My heart is yours
It's you that I hold on to
Yeah, that's what I do
And I know I was wrong
But I won't let you down
Oh yeah, I will, yeah
I will, yes I will"

Amy wakes up, and feels arms wrapped around her. She looks down and sees the familiar tattoos and grabs his arm and snuggles in further to him. She hears him groan slightly when she does it, sounding still asleep though. Within seconds she feels something stiff and unclothed pushing against her back.

"Harry!" she shouts pulling herself away from him with surprise on her face. "Where are your boxers?!"

"Good morning to you too," he says sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Har-ry!" she says again, urging him to answer.

"I wasn't wearing any yesterday," he watches her face react to this. "You're the one who insisted I take my clothes off," he says smirking at her.

"I didn't know you didn't have anything on underneath!"

Harry can tell she is only fake annoyed with him. She is trying to remain horrified but deep down he knows she isn't really. He sees how she reacts when she looks at him. Sees how her body naturally turns towards him. How her eyes look him up and down. He knows he shouldn't push her when she asked to take it slow but she was the one who asked him to stay in her bed last night.

"Sorry, I'll go," and he climbs out of the bed giving Amy a full view of himself, not at all ashamed of what he's packing.

"HARRY!"

"If you keep shouting my name like that, the neighbors are going to think something scandalous is going on," he says raising his eyebrows at her. She is now standing beside the bed in just his t-shirt, completely forgetting that she is also barely dressed. She glares at him.

"Okay, okay, hand me those sweats," he says gesturing to the ones of his that she was wearing the night before. Amy bends over to grab them and Harry lets out a 'HOLY FUCK!' Amy quickly realizes that she just bent over with no underwear on and pulls at the edge of the t-shirt attempting to cover more of herself, going a deep shade of red as she does.

"Now who's the one flaunting their body," he teases her, biting back a smile.

Amy pulls the throw blanket off the bed and wraps it around her waist. She then, picks the sweats up and throws them at Harry. He slips them on, not taking his eyes off of Amy. He walks around the edge of the bed towards her and she can feel her body react to him getting closer. Feels her pulse quicken immediately. Butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She wonders if he is always going to have this effect on her no matter how long she's known him. She hopes so.

When he gets in front of her, he stops leaving about a foot of space between them. He really wants to hug her again.

"How'd you sleep?"

He watches as she takes a deep breath as if she is trying to settle her nerves. She doesn't answer right away so Harry speaks again.

"Because that was the best I've slept in a month, since the last time we shared a bed, actually. I like waking up next to you."

She makes eye contact with him now, judging his sincerity. She sees he is not being fully open right now, still hiding behind a bit of cheeky flirtation. Implying that he missed being next to her body, not that he missed being next to her. There's a subtle difference, but there's a difference. And it's not that Amy didn't miss his body too because she did. But, she also missed just being in his presence. Feeling a level of comfort from him that she has never felt with anyone.