Red String 2 {h.s}

Chapter 4

Amy is roused the next morning by gentle kisses along the nape of her neck. Her mouth pulls up into a lazy smile and she reaches blindly behind her to cup the back of Harry's head.

"Mmm," she hums as he continues.

"Morning beautiful," his voice says into her ear. "You slept in and I have to go soon."

Amy rolls over slowly to face him, rubbing at her eyes as she opens them and adjusts to the light peeking in from behind the curtains. She sees Harry dressed, with sunglasses pushing his hair back.

"Will you be gone all day?"

"Not long today. There's no filming, we're just going over the script and logistics for Wednesday. I should be home early afternoon. Depends on how much James and Ben talk," he says chuckling.

She smiles at him speaking fondly about his friends. She met Ben and James briefly at his last concert. She remembers the good natured ribbing and laughter that was ever present between the three of them that night.

"I have to leave now, love. William dropped off breakfast—" he gestures to the nightstand, "— and coffee too. Tom will be out front all day and William will be on call for whatever you need."

Amy sits up and the white sheet falls from her naked body. She watches Harry's eyes drift down and then his eyebrows raise, followed by the sides of his mouth lifting in a grin. She wraps her arms around his neck and she hears him let out a whiny groan.

"Ugh! I'm never going to leave if you do that," he tells her.

"Okay, I'll stop," she teases and begins to pull away.

"Fuck no!" he says, quickly pulling her back to him. "Never stop. I don't care if I'm late..."

"Baby! You can't be late!" she tries to push her hands into his chest but he is snuggled too close into her.

"It'll be worth it," he mumbles against her.

She giggles at him, before she continues, "While I appreciate the sentiment, we're going to have a lifetime together. Go to work, I'll be waiting for you here."

He pulls away, only enough so that he can look at her. He examines her face for a moment before he plants a soft kiss on her lips.

"Will you be right here? In this bed? Just like you are now?" he says, his eyes roaming down and over her bare skin.

She nods back at him, blushing at his gaze. He kisses her lips once more and then stands up and walks toward the door to leave.

"Be good while I'm gone," he tells her, leaning on his hand at the doorway.

She shakes her head 'no' at him, before laying back and dropping her hand down her body toward her center, disappearing under the sheets.

He groans, running his hands down his face, grimacing a little as he keeps his eyes on her. His hands are now pinching his lips as he watches her.

"Hurry back," she says to him, a mischievous smirk on her face.

"I hate you sometimes," he says in exasperation as he tries to keep himself together, urging his feet to leave.

"I love you too, baby," she sings back to him.

"Ugh, I love you. I'll be home very soon!" and with those words, he drags himself from her sight and is off down the stairs.

When Amy is done eating breakfast and enjoying the coffee Harry left for her, she drags her body out of bed and into the shower. She puts on a pair of straight leg jeans and her McCartney tee before going downstairs barefoot. She immediately goes to the front door, peeking out through the window and seeing Tom sitting in a car in the driveway. A smile spreads across her face and she opens the door to go and greet him. A loud alarm startles her and she covers her ears. She sees Tom jump out of the car and rush towards her quickly, touching her shoulders to see if she's ok before rushing past her into the house to turn the alarm off. When the sound stops, Amy removes her hands from her ears and gives Tom an apologetic look. His phone rings before they can talk.