So we went on our way
Too in love to think straight
All alone or so it seemed…
It’s a Friday morning when he wakes up to an empty room, his suitcase shoved against the wall unceremoniously, clothes already spilling out from when he rummaged through it the night before. There had been a party, he recalls – someone’s birthday or promotion or something – and he had decided to go at the last minute. There had been a few drinks, a few laughs, a few numbers exchanged, but ultimately, he had ended up here – alone in his hotel room, blankets bunched up around his torso, with a stellar view of Manhattan right outside his window.
Just before he decides to catch a few more minutes of sleep, his phone rings and he curses under his breath, bracing himself for busy day ahead. Instead, he finds a familiar face light up the screen and clearing his throat, he answers, presses the phone to his ear.
“Guess where I am,” the familiar voice fills him up, despite his consistent reminder to just be cool. But he can’t, he physically can’t, and he springs up, eyes bright, cradling the phone closer, as if it were possible. It’s pathetic, he knows, but he just doesn’t care.
“I’m not much for guessing games,” he replies.
“Well, get out of bed, sleepyhead, and come answer the door,” she giggles and hangs up and he’s out of his bed like a light, crossing his hotel suite in several long steps.
When he opens the door, she’s standing there like a vision carved out of marble – or something, he can never really wrap his thoughts around the right words to describe her. She’s light and sunshine and smiles and she tosses her bags to the side and launches herself at him…he remembers to kick the door closed with his foot, before they both wind up on the floor in a mess of limbs.
“Hi, you,” he chuckles, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.
“Hi,” she grins, before burying her nose into his neck, peppering feather-light kisses up and down his skin. It’s crazy and insane and they’re both exhausted and it’s going to end in disaster…but he doesn’t care.
This is the game they play every time.
Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?
Didn't you calm my fears with the Cheshire cat's smile?
Didn't it all seem new and exciting?
I felt your arms twisting around me
It's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind…
Two days later, he wakes up to a loud crash and a string of whispered expletives. Chuckling softly, he scoots to the end of the bed, blankets bunched around him, settling his bare feet onto the carpet. She’s leaning against the door, a pair of boots dangling from her fingers, her hair still mussed from sleep. It’s drizzling outside, rain splattering the hotel window, and he’s struck with the realization that he doesn’t want this to happen – this next part that’s going to make his heart ache for something he can’t reach.
“Is it time?” he asks, voice coming out all strangled.
She nods and grabs her bag off the floor, teeth sinking into her lip in hesitation. “I have meetings and a plane to catch,” she offers, but he doesn’t acknowledge her answer, just lets out a breath.
“Okay. Have a safe flight,” he replies automatically, trying to numb himself from everything in the room. His green eyes lock onto hers and for a split second, Harry thinks this could work – she would stay and they would lock themselves in the hotel room, away from the prying eyes…this could work. But when he sees that flicker of doubt cross her pretty features, he knows it’s a lost cause.
