The Love Countdown

The heavy sound of Harry’s breathing was all I could hear. He had become extremely close over the past ten minutes, and all I could smell was alcohol. We were in the sort spooning position. His head against my chest while I ran my fingers through his hair, our legs intertwined together so much, I had a hard time figuring out where one ended and the other started.

“When did you realise you loved me?” His voice was rough and low.

I thought for a moment. I actually didn’t really know when I started to love him, it just sort of… happened.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just sort of did.”

He smiled lazily and sniffed. “Wanna know when I fell in love with you?” I nodded at him and he smiled again. “I fell in love with you when we went on that date. Remember? You took me to that amusement park and I shit my pants.” I laughed loudly and he grumbled in return. That felt like so long ago, we had both changed so much since then. Harry’s hand came down to fiddle with my fingers, his thumb gently swiping over the knuckles until I shivered.

We lay there for another hour or so, just enjoying each other’s company, until I decided that it was getting late and I should be having a shower. I unwrapped Harry’s hands from my body, in which I received a groan in protest. “Why’d you have to leave?” He whined and I rolled my eyes. “I need to take a shower.”

“Take a shower in the morning,” He replied and I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, Libby, this is one of the last nights I’ll get to spend with you.”

I frowned in return at his words. I’d be leaving soon. It felt like this week would go fast, considering I’d be packing, cleaning out my room, and doing other things that I would need to do. I’d have to go back to school, maybe even down a grade, considering I was in year nine when I left, I was supposed to be in year ten.

“I still can’t believe you’re drunk,”I rolled my eyes at his weak frame. Harry's face was pressed against the pillow and all I got in response were muffled groans as he tried to stand up and take his jacket and shoes off.


"I only had like two drinks," He retorted as he held five fingers in the air, and pushed himself up off of the bed and over to me. He smelt of alcohol and a mixture of his cologne, and oh my, was it enduring.

"C'mon," He whispered. "Loosen up, haven't kissed you in a few days, might not be able to do it anymore, might have to kiss a photo of you when you’re gone." He giggled lightly and I smiled, before standing on my tip toes to give him what he wanted, and pressing a light kiss to his lips, before swerving my body around his and running to the bathroom, where all I could hear were deep groans of annoyance and footsteps stomping their way to the bath room.

“You’re so annoying.” He whined and I laughed behind the bathroom door.

“Only for you.” I replied.





“You have to come out of there at some stage,” Harry said as I sat on the toilet seat playing on my phone. It had been at least half an hour after I had taken refuge in the bathroom and Harry still wasn’t giving up. “I’m not leaving until you feel the wrath of ‘The Stylenator’ “

I scoffed unattractively and laughed. That was lamest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “You’re such an idiot.” I said through laughter and placed my ear on the wooden door. It went quiet, and I thought he left, so I ever so quietly unlocked the door and peered my head out, to see that he was nowhere in sight.

I crept around the hallway and over to the lounge room, he wasn’t there. I went into the guest room – he still wasn’t there the last room I went to check in was our bedroom, where I spotted a lump underneath the covers of the bed. I rolled my eyes for the third time that night and walked over to the bed. Was he that stupid when he was drunk? “Harry, I know you’re in there.” I said and ripped open the covers – only to be met with pillows.

My smile faltered as I felt a breath on my neck, followed by a voice. “Gotcha.” He whispered and before I knew it I was screaming and being thrown onto the bed, where Harry hovered over me as I laughed and thrashed in his grip. ”Let me go!” I yelled.

“Not until you give the ‘Stylenator’ a kiss.” I stopped moving and pouted playfully, in which he pouted mockingly in return. He moved his head down and pressed his forehead against mine, so our noses were lightly touching. Hi hands came up to mine and he entwined them before resting them above my head. “C’mon,” He whispered. “Just one kiss.”

I sighed in defeat and leaned up to connect our lips. It was gentle at first, but as time went on things became more heated and he traced his tongue on my bottom lip. Harry’s hands went down to my waist and I felt his finger nails dig into the skin, but it wasn’t as painful as it usually would be. It felt kind of good. He detached his lips from mine before trailing them down my neck, all the way down to my collarbones, only to suck, lick and bite on the skin there.

A barely audible moan passed through my lips and he sucked a bruise into my neck, before sprinkling kisses over the sore patch of skin to sooth it. “Libby…love you.” He murmured and kissed the spot below my ear, as I felt his hands crawl underneath my shirt. This was a new feeling. I had never felt like this before.

Yeah, the many times we’ve kissed there were sparks, but this time felt final. Like this was the last moment we would share together this intimate.

I felt alive whenever I was with Harry. He made me feel good, and wanted. No one had ever made me feel like that.

“So tired,” He mumbled before burying his facing in my neck, his hands sliding under my back. I kissed his forehead and whispered, “Go to sleep, then.” And slowly leant over to turn the bedside lamp off. By the time I had moved us underneath the covers and started stroking his hair again, light snores erupted from his mouth and he moaned in his sleep.

And it wasn’t long before I fell asleep too, with only one thing on my mind.


Harry.

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