Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 55

Breathe deep, breathe clear
Know that I'm here, know that I'm here
Waiting
Stay strong, stay gold
You don't have to fear, you don't have to fear
Waiting

I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon

How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?
How could I live before?
How could I have been so blind?
You opened up my eyes
You opened up my eyes
Sleep sound, sleep tight
**

23rd October, 2019|three in the morning.

Stella

Haste, fear, angst and apprehension took my feet through dull attic of frathouse that usually flashes with primary colors, the electric buzz ringing in my ear straightforward pricked my heart. Did I lost my hearing sense? Both my heart and feet slipped when the room whose each memory's strongly inked in my mind's; dishelved with the door lanking through it's hinges.

I heaved and grunted inaudible to myself pushing past through figures aggresively and striding my way towards bathroom from where the loud displeasuring noises are coming from.

I can't breath. It seems my organs shutted down the moment the sight unfolded infront of me gradually how much I scream for it to not, to not to be real. My knees buckling abruptly hammering out any oxygen left in my clenched lungs as my eyes fell over his body. Sterile white tiles suffocating me, broken curtain rod with heap of drapes inside the bathtub infront of me causing terror to crawl under my already flimsy clothes of Harry's. 

"Stella!" I couldn't feel any touch when Heather grabbed my elbow protecting me from falling. My stare wouldn't budge and I don't even know I'm whispering until I see my lips moving in reflection.

"Bunny?" There are no tears, no panic, no thoughts head empty and- did my heart stopped working?

"Umm..hey, Harry?" I rested my chin atop his pecs gazing up at him as the sitcom movie droned behind us, a raspy hum quenched from the deepest of his stomach at my quip arms snuggling me further to his warmth and the velvet of the couch susurrused against the sole of his feet when he dragged it loosely to situate it under my bum.

His brows furrowing in confusion and bottom plush lip folded into a thin line at my question, "um- okay, do you find me boring? In any way? like-" but he cut me off pulling me away from his chest to have a proper look at me.

"No." He simply gave a curt answer and I mumbled my half left phrase, "..in bed." He raised his brows rubbing the bridge of his nose cupping my cheeks and the cool sensation from his rings bubbled up my insides.

How much I wanted to assure myself that Harry doesn't think that I'm naivete and saddist I couldn't beacuse Callie got successful in feeding me with an insecurity, even though I wanted to shove the thought to a grave it still prodded me like a coffin nail.

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me Sweetarts? you're the only woman I'd want myself to devote, you're so empowering in bed and it's so fuckin' sexy you're clueless sometimes and wants me to lead for our sexual fantasies." He closed his eyes shaking his head muttering a 'silly girl' under his breath and I was feeling like crying because it's all I'm wanting to since the heartiest lunch at bitch Millers.