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Hey Jude I & II

Never Fake An Accent

“Say that again,” my words come out like vapor.

“I love you, Jude.”

“Once more,” smiling, I close my eyes to really listen.

I hear Harry say through a faint laugh, “I love you . . . I love you. And I love you.”

My heart is melting and blending into the rest of my internal organs. I inhale before opening my eyes, Harry has already placed the camera on the night table and is resting his head on the palm of his hand, his eyes pooling with a dreamy glaze.

“I've been so restless, wanting to tell you but unsure if it was too soon or if it would scare you away.”

“I can't think of anything that you could do to possibly scare me away. If anything, I'm the one who's given you plenty of reasons. . . so tell-”

Before Harry has a chance to finish, I push myself to capture his lips with mine. He shouldn't have to ask if I feel the same, I want him to know without a doubt. Then he falls back on the pillow behind him as I caress his face and tend to his handsome and worn mouth.


I hear Chasing Cars on the radio, as romantic as that song is, its a subtle reminder of the bittersweet day that awaits me. My last day in London. The bed is empty, furthering my wake up call; I feel so numb already. I know tomorrow will only be worse, if only this day could last another week.

My eyes wander around while I pull the sheets closer. Trying to mentally record the colors of the walls, furniture and scents. That inner voice reminds me to stay positive, I still have a full 24 hours, but I just want to slap her away and tell her to shut up. She doesn't know how much this hurts. Especially after the “I love you” we exchanged.

The door swings shut and I wait for the sound of the keys on the counter top. I already know Harry's routine and it stings me even more. At any second he'll come walking in quietly, thinking I'm asleep, so I pretend that I am. I hear tip toeing but before I can smell his musk I get a whiff of another all consuming aroma . . . coffee!

My eyes are still closed, but I'm having a hard time sensing where he is. Harry could be behind me, at the end of the bed, or walking to the opposite side where his body slept not too long ago. I feel his knee push down behind me and the shadow of his body hovering mine as he places a hand not too far from my head.

“Love?” I hear him whisper with such caution, forming instant goosebumps. I stay perfectly still and unresponsive. “Sweetheart, wake up.”

His efforts in waking me up are really lacking credibility. I'm trying hard not to smile for I don't know who would even hear that weak attempt. But then I feel his full lips press upon my cheek, intentionally pausing for a few seconds before his nose nudges me. His arm is shaking a little and that causes me to crack, forming a discreet grin. Harry exhales and chuckles, I know I've been discovered. However, he continues to play along.

“I guess I'll have to take the coffee over to my neighbor, Barbara. . .”

“I don't think so,” I turn my head to respond.

“Oh look at that, sleeping beauty is up,” Harry grins, looking handsome and much awake. “I have a good day planned for us. So let us not waste it, shall we?”

“You're off today?”

“I made sure of it! And the rest of the lads supported the decision as well. They are off to see their families. And we have quite the expedition today. . .”

“Really? Well then, I best be on me way to the shower,” I mock.

“That was horrible. The worst Irish accent I've ever heard.”

“I wasn't trying to sound Irish, silly.”

“Ugh. Even worse. Let's stick to your native tongue shall we. I don't want you embarrassing yourself in public.”

Harry makes me laugh with his disgusted smirk. I know I can't pull off the British accent but it's still fun to try. And its even better to hear him speak it. His grin combined with his burrowing brows is a hilarious image. He gets up and looks back at me, shaking his head again in playful shame.

“I can smell my coffee,” I shout from the bathroom as I turn the water on.

“Hah! If you think I'm going to reward you after that little stunt, then you are sadly mistaken!” Harry yells back.

“Sooo dramatic,” I laugh in disbelief, ready to step into the shower.

“I heard that,” Harry says poking his head in the bathroom doorway, startling me.

“Ahh! What the heck?!” We both laugh even though my skin feels like its been hit with thousands of needles. “Why don't you go have your TEA with crumpets or whatever,” I tease further.

Harry's eyes widen like I didn't just go there. I quickly disappear behind the shower curtain and enjoy the silence as he didn't have some witty comeback this time. I won. The shower is lovely, hot and rejuvenating. I begin to wonder what Harry's plans are for the day while I close my eyes to rinse my hair of the shampoo.

I hear footsteps in the bathroom and I try to think of something cute to say to Harry, so we can call it truce. All of a sudden, ice cold water splashes over my head and its lasting a good couple of seconds, meaning it wasn't from a cup but something bigger. I shriek in utter despair, my gut is clenched and I can't even move. I'm freezing under the steamy shower and the sensation has yet to wear off. I hear laughter fade into the bedroom. Harry is so dead!

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Notes

Ciao Chicas,

Sorry this was short and sweet but I wanted to update something sooner than later. So I have a couple of questions. Do you prefer longer or shorter chapters? Obviously the longer the chapter the longer it takes for me to update. And while I try to keep an interesting plot flowing in the story, along with the steamy scenes, I wonder is the balance there. Would you prefer to read more of one thing over the other?

I am seriously falling in love with this community of sister writers, its like home now. And while I enjoy wattpad, it feels more cozy here on this site. And I am incredibly thankful to those girls who have hung in there with me @isobelrosaa_ @Sunflowersforsara @Isla @tarryserez and @justyles. Not to mention new friends @Rihanna and @Amber Night.

Eternally Grateful, muah!

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

Hey! Could you please answer me on Whattpad? I would be so honored to translate your amazing fanfiction into Russian.