Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 61

"Babe
I don't want to talk right now
Stop
I need a little space
Wait
Didn't mean to say it like that
Stay
A little longer please
I sleep a little deeper when you're next to me
Don't you know
You're the fire in my bones
You're my heart and my soul
And I know
I don't it say enough
I've been down on my luck
My love
But I'll be fine in the morning
Next to you"

A/N: This song, called Next to You, and the song When the Party's Over, were my inspiration for this book :)

Harry and Amy end up back on the couch watching TV. Harry has his head on Amy's lap, his arm wrapped around her. Amy's playing with his hair.

"I like your hair longer," Amy says to him.

"You do?" Harry asks.

"Yeah, more for me to play with," she says as she starts putting tiny little braids in it.

"I was planning on cutting it," he admits.

"No, don't. I love it like this," she whines. And she realizes she sounds an awful lot like a girlfriend which she is definitely not. "Actually, do whatever makes you happy," she adds.

He turns his body away from the TV and, so instead of being on his side, he is on his back and can look at her. His head is still in her lap with her hand in his curls.

"Seeing you happy makes me happy. I'll keep the long hair if you like it."

Amy smiles at his admission and he turns back to the TV. At some point, they both fall asleep. Through the night they adjust their positions slightly so now Harry is hugging Amy to his chest. They wake up in the morning within minutes of each other, both in a bit of a daze from sleeping in their clothes on an uncomfortable sofa bed.

"Good morning," Harry says to Amy, rubbing at his eyes and yawning.

"Morning," Amy says, falling victim to a yawn too. "I can't believe we slept out here when there were two perfectly good beds right there."

Harry had woken up at around one in the morning with a sore neck from the awkward position he fell asleep in. He had looked at Amy and her arms wrapped around him and he didn't think twice about pulling her closer and falling back asleep. He would rather be uncomfortable than sleep in a bed without her.

"It wasn't all bad," he says, gesturing to her leg that is resting across his.

Amy begins to pull it away blushing, but Harry grabs her thigh and wraps her leg back around him.

"Harry!" she scolds him playfully.

"What?! I missed your legs," he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her thigh. She allows it for only a few seconds before she is standing up from the sofabed and moving towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to go get ready for my flight," she says as she walks away.

"What is it?" he asks her.

"What's what?" she says, stopping and looking back at him.

"You can touch me and everything is fine and then the minute I touch you you're running from me."

She sighs looking down, not wanting to meet his eyes. He's too good at reading her and she's putty in his hands when those green eyes penetrate hers.

"I'm trying to protect you," she says.

"From what?" he asks, confused.

"From me. From us. From this heartbreak we keep causing each other."