Harrison's love for you was mere a disgusting prank. Nevertheless, you had already fallen, not for the person he was, but for the person he first pretended to be. To stop him from getting in your nerves, you started fake-hating him, following the we...
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Harrison's heart splinted as soon as he read the unread message flashing on his phone screen.
I know you aren't sleeping.
It was from you, time-stamped around eleven-thirty last night. You were using his tactic, but the only thing was- Harrison had actually slept. Probably, because he got into the bed sooner than he used to and forced sleep upon himself. But now he felt nothing but guilt.
It was always easy to run in circles even if it was depressing. But facing the problem, doing something out of your comfort zone was always a hell no for Harrison. There was nothing new you had told him last night. He himself knew all of that- all that was good for him. 'Don't run from your past, face it' et cetera stuff. It was not like Harrison had never tried. He had tried multiple times. He always thought of approaching Tom and gang and confront everything, after all, what was even there to lose? Regardless of that, whenever it came for taking real actions... He just couldn't make himself do it. It was difficult to even imagine going through everything once again.
It was a shame that he even skipped the opportunities that fell right onto his feet. When he was around twenty, his old friends tried to talk to him but he rejected the opportunity twice. And now he doesn't know how to do it himself. This experience definitely helped him to not let go of the chance he had with you. He did learn a bit from his past but surely he could learn more. His lips curled up in a disappointing smile. He sighed lightly and pushed the phone back to the night-stand, then turned on his back to face you. His crumbled heart swelled at your sight. He realised he didn't even notice how beautiful you looked in his clothes till yet. He could gift all his wardrobe to you, just to see you in his clothes daily.
He perched himself on his elbows to peek at you properly. The sheets were barely covering your feet while you were lying on your back, one hand resting on the mattress while the other was placed over your forehead. Your lips were twisted downwards and you were slightly frowning. Another wave of guilt rushed into his heart. It didn't seem like you had a very comfortable night. His hand travelled to lift your hand away from your head, dropping it softly on the bed as he caressed your head and pushed back your hairs gently with his fingers.
The blonde didn't even notice the smile that spread on his face when he heard you groaning softly and shuffling on the bed, parting your mouth and wetting your lips with your tongue. He scooted over you and pecked the middle of your forehead and then leaned down, pecked the corners of your eyes followed by your cheeks.
He stopped when your hand cupped his face, swiping a thumb across his jawline. His lips twitched when your eyes fluttered open. You stretched your body not leaving his face and them threw another arm around his shoulders. You were basically under him. You crossed both your arms behind his neck, your e/c eyes dancing between his icy blue ones.
