Ephemeral //H.S

Chapter 25

-Lucy Urbinati-

I close my eyes, feeling the cold air hit my skin as the wind start to pick up but I don't mind. With my arms crossed over my stomach, my hair swaying in the wind I'm not cold, because my back is resting against his chest as he lay back against his arms, his legs bent at the knees on both of my sides. I feel his hot breath hitting against my neck, goosebumps making their way down my spine and a small smile tugs at my lips. It feels good to just sit there with him, at the end of the docks. It almost feels like there is no land behind us, like we are surrounded by water. It's just him and me, in the middle of the afternoon when the sky is completely grey, making the green of the trees stand out even more, with no sounds but the one of water from the lake under us.

It's been a few days now since I told him, since I opened up and shared this part of me with him and he's been there since, still. I was reluctant to tell him, because I was so sure that he would see me differently, that he would be disgusted or just not interested anymore. But once again his actions contradicted my thoughts. But I can't lie and say that I wasn't disappointed when I woke up the next morning, when he wasn't there, but it quickly disappeared once I'd seen the note he had left for me.

"Belle, I have work in the morning. Sorry I'm not here when you wake up, I'll see you tonight. -H"

I remember I didn't do anything that day, I didn't work out with Louis, or Niall, I didn't write in my journal or cleaned the house. I just kept the tv on and stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to come back. But I felt different, it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It felt strange, to not have this pressure weighing me down, but it felt good. Because I had finally told him. And I think that it also helped me break down a lot of other barriers that I didn't know I had built.

I've been kissing him, a lot, lately. And it feels like whenever he's at work, or simply at his house with Louis and Niall I just miss him so much. I wish I could be with him every second of everyday, but I know that it's not realistic, and also a bit weird. But I know that he's enjoying it, I can always feel the corner of his lips tug upwards whenever I spontaneously kiss him. I really love kissing him, he always has a hand against the side of my neck, with his fingers tangling in my hair at the back of my neck, and his other on my hip or waist, to keep my in place against him. It feels so good, to want somebody this close to you, holding onto you because you want them there. Making your heart pound against your ribcage and fluttering your stomach, whispering sweet nothing into your ear and kissing your neck.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks softly in my ear, and I keep my eyes closed, smiling to myself when I feel goosebumps rise on my skin when he wraps one of his arms across my stomach and around me.

"You." I answer, biting on my lip when I feel a blush creeping on my face. That's another, I've started to actually say what I actually want to say, he always tells me to say what I really mean and now I'm finding it less difficult to do so. Even if it's still difficult sometimes.

"Hm really? Shit, enlighten me then." He rasps and I chuckle, finally opening my eyes and turning my head sideways to look at him, leaning forward to peck his dimple.

"About kissing you." He lifts his eyebrows and wets his lips, glancing down at my lips when I bite on my bottom one. He looks into my yes briefly when I turn around to face him, he keeps his legs open and I rest on my knees, my hands finding the sides of his face I sit back on my heels to be at the same head level as him, his hands finding the back of my thighs he slides me closer to him, making me laugh before folding our mouths together, my laugh getting caught in my throat at the actions, I can't help but smile against his perfectly pink lips.