Raelynn Smith
"A-are you sure?" He says while rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yes." I say reassuringly. I had an amazing day with Harry. Probably one of the best days of my life.
"Okay. Let me just grab a few things then I'll be back here in a bit." He says as he rubs my arm before walking off.
As I watch him go off into the distance I close the door and turn around so the back of my head is against the wood. I bite my lip and smile to myself. I have what feels like a million butterflies in my stomach right now.
It was as if this man had some sort of spell upon me. It's like he was some sort of drug that I fear if I gave up I'd just crave more.
I was exhausted so I decided to get into my pyjamas before Harry came back.
I went into the bedroom and shut the curtains, I walk over two the bedside table and switch the little lamp on so I had some sense of direction.
I take off all of the clothes I had on and threw on a black oversized t shirt that went down to my mid thigh and shorts in which were covered by the top. I rest Harry's jacket on the back of the door, the smell of his aerosol was so overpowering but I liked it, I now smelled like him which gave me some sort of comfort. I put the rest of my clothes in the washing up basket ready to be washed tomorrow.
I lazily scuff my feet over to get to the bathroom where I meet eyes with myself in the mirror. I had mascara smudged under my eye from rubbing them and my hair was in desperate need of a brush. But before anything I had to brush my teeth.
After I'd done that and brushed my hair so it felt soft and I felt as if I looked presentable, I pace around the room biting my nails.
I didn't know what I was so nervous about, I really didn't. But I was nervous about something
"Ray? You alright." His low raspy voice says making me jump slightly as it interrupted my train of thought.
"Oh yeah. Sorry just nervous."
"About what."
I had to think of something because if I said 'nothing' he'd call me a liar.
"Just about what movie we were going to watch."
"Oh- okay well what are the options."
Obviously before I came here I packed some of my all time favourite movies; the notebook, the little mermaid, the game plan, I packed a couple horrors too.
I sprawl them out so they're in a line on the bed.
"That one." Harry says as he points to the notebook.
"Really?" I say in complete shock
"It's my favourite." He says as he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment.
He just didn't strike me as the guy to like sappy love stories. But hey as I said, I learnt something new about the guy everyday.
"Okay. Want to watch it?"
"Sure" he says as he relaxes a bit as I agree to put it on. I think he thought I was going to laugh at him or something which made me sad a bit.
I go to put the cd in the CD player as I hear him ask
"Am I sleeping in here?"
"Well I'm not going to let you sleep on the couch." I say while chuckling.
"O-oh."
"Well I mean. You don't have to. It's just that I thought-" I say in a fit of panic in hope I didn't embarrass myself.
"It's only cause I sleep with my shirt off."
Is that it? Was that the only reason? That didn't phase me at all.
"It's fine Harry. I've seen you with it off before." I say as I turn back around to press play.
"Yeah but not without something over it. Or sleeping next to me without it." I hear his voice say from behind me as he shuffles out of his top.
After the movies set up I go to turn around when my eyes are met with Harry's whose shirt was now off.
My eyes widen as I swallow the lump in my throat
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
Is all I could think about as I looked at his chiselled body that was covered in tattoos, the sparrows and butterfly were what caught my eye the most. He was built as if he was sculpted by some sort of god.
I clear my throat as I go to get in my half of the bed. Part of me was nervous, I wasn't sure of what. But this was my first time sharing a bed with anyone. I guess I'm glad it was Harry.
As the movie starts I stretch over Harry to switch the light off and then I curl into his bare, tattooed chest as he wraps his arm behind my back. All I could hear was the sound of the movie and mine and Harry's staggered breaths.
The notebook was probably my favourite film too. It was just so free spirited, sad, happy... just a pure rollercoaster of emotion.
I nusle my nose closer into his chest, my god did he smell good. That must of been his natural sent or something but fuck was he blessed. I take my eyes off the movie and look at Harry's tattooed body. His skin was a natural tanned colour which made the black ink more prominent and were illuminated only by the light of the TV. I knew he had tattoos but I didn't know he had that many. The butterfly one was probably my favourite.
I take my forefinger and slowly trace the outlined of the shaded wings.
"Hey that tickles." He says while chuckling a bit.
"Oh sorry." I say as I chuckle a bit too.
I put my hand into a fist to prevent me from doing it again. That's when I feel his hand engulf mine as he whispers
"I said it tickles. I didn't say stop."
I couldn't help but laugh. We both lay down onto the pillows a bit more as my head was curled up into Harry's chest.
At this point I wasn't even paying attention to the movie. My ear was up against Harry's chest as I heard the sound of his calm heartbeat. Normally I didn't like the sound because it grossed me out, but with Harry's arms wrapped around me and insulating me, making me feel protected, his heart beat made me feel safe.
I take my forefinger and trace it along the sparrows heads and then down to their wings. This man was just so unpredictable. You never knew what he might throw your way, but I was ready for it.
I feel my eyelids getting heavier, the sound of the movie getting quieter which is what I assumed is Harry turning it down. I feel Harry pull the covers over me a bit more and then returning his hands to my waist while mine was rested underneath his forearms.
I open my eyes slightly and take my hand and gently rest it on his warm cheek. I caress it with just my thumb
"You really are something Harry. You really are something."
I whisper while his eyes are shut, I guessed he was all ready to go to sleep, as were I. I put my hand back under his forearm and put my head in his chest.
The silent room was now filled with the sound of our breathes being inhaled and exhaled slowly. It was pitch black. But it felt safe. I never wanted to leave his arms.
I felt his legs tangle mine as there is no possible way either of us are moving for the rest of the night.
"Goodnight babe" Harry whispers softly.
"Goodnight Harry." I say as my breathing becomes slower indicating I was ready to sleep.
He rubs my back with his thumb lightly as I hear his breath getting deeper and also slower.
He really was something.
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