Fool's Gold

Harry and I were back on the sofa in the living room. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed though. We had a large throw draped over us to shield ourselves from any chill. Harry was trying to be manly by only covering up to his hips while I was bundled in the rest of the blanket. He smiled when he looked up from his take out carton. I gazed at him curiously. I enjoyed the way we were sitting. Both of us resting our backs on the arms rests, our legs intertwined in the middle of the sofa so we didn't feel so far apart. Plus, I could see every face he made. His expressions were always amusing.
I set my take out carton on the table and just watched him. I held in a giggle when he opened his mouth to take another bite. It was adorable the way his tongue always fell out of his mouth when he ate. I rested my head on my fist as I sat contently, my eyes set on Harry still. The way his hands gripped things. His hands in general were works of art. So strong but so gentle when they needed to be. His mouth was a gift from the gods. The words that came from it and the way he would use it. His kiss was as powerful as an army. So many emotions flowed through his kiss. Watching his chest rise and fall filled me with a sense of warmth that I just couldn't explain. His chest was home. Where I would lay my head at night. Where I could feel his heart beat and feel him breathing. Harry's chest made me think of home. A place warm and safe where you knew you belonged.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry asked softly, returning his eyes to mine. He set his take out carton on the table and waited patiently for an answer.
I smiled shyly, "I love you." Harry smiled a bit too. I bit my lip and looked at him from underneath my eyelashes.
"Don't you look at me like that." Harry chuckled lowly. I giggled and relaxed into the sofa some more. "So..." Harry began nervously. "How's things around here?" Harry motioned to the house.
I shrugged, "Okay. I guess. Charles has been acting not like himself sometimes. Like, really weird." Harry lifted his eyebrow. "One second he's extremely nice and kind then the next he's back to being the same old jerk that I married. It's the part about him being nice that's weird."
Harry seemed uncomfortable, "You think he knows?"
I shook my head, "Nah. He probably thinks that I'm acting the way I am because I'm smoking more. He's not really been home much the last couple of weeks. Leaves me time to work and stuff."
"You think he's having an affair?" Harry asked quietly.
I laughed, "No. Charles is a horrible liar. I don't know how he handles some of his business stuff. Plus, Matt, his assistant would've told me. EVERYTHING goes through Matt and Matt is very nice to me. So, he would tell me."
"That's weird. If you're not happy, why would you care if Charles is sleeping around? Wouldn't that make it easier for you to walk out?" Harry was now confused.
"Well, Matt and I instituted this before I met you. When Matt was hired, I did the interview and part of the whole marriage thing was that Charles had to have an assistant I approved of. No women obviously." I smirked. "If I had to be miserable in the marriage, so did he." Harry chuckled a bit and shook his head. "Now, I wouldn't care. Let the man find a girlfriend. I don't care. I'm leaving no matter what. Remember?" I smiled brightly at Harry. He leaned forward and kissed me gently. "But it is weird when he's nice to me."
Harry's brows furrowed, "That makes me sad when you say that." I wanted to make the classic "awe" sound but I knew it was inappropriate. "I don't want you to stay with him but it bothers me that you are used to it." I crawled across the sofa into Harry's arms. I laid my head on his shoulder as I laid between his legs. Harry wrapped an arm around me and kissed my head.
"You know you are like the sweetest, most caring man on the planet right?" I asked, gazing into his bright green eyes.
Harry pecked my lips tenderly, "I love you." I rested my hand on his neck and gently stroked his strong jawline with my thumb. My loving man. We laid together on the sofa for a few moments with neither of us speaking or making a sound. I closed my eyes and felt my chest rise and fall in time with Harry's. "Noli, baby?" Harry murmured.
I glanced up, "What, honey?"
"Tell me good things about being home?" He requested sweetly. I nodded and thought for a moment.
"Katy is really excited to meet you tomorrow. She hasn't stopped talking about it since we decided you were coming to visit." I giggled. Harry shook his head and smiled a bit. He's spoken to her for a few minutes on the phone before. Katy had answered for me because my hands were covered in paint. "And I have been painting more. I was thinking about a lot of the stuff we did on tour and I thought that I could easily paint a lot of the things I wanted to photograph."
Harry's eye lit up, "How's that working for you?"
I wrinkled my nose, "Not good. It'd be going better if I had reference pictures instead of going off of memory." Harry sighed, disappointment written all over his face. "I'm trying though. I'm making an effort." I said, wanting to make him feel better about the situation.
"I'd still like to see it. You may not think it's very good but everyone else might." Harry was attempting to lift my spirits.
I smiled at him brightly, "My loving man." Harry flushed red for a moment and tightened his grip around me. As embarrassed as he was, it was completely true.


Harry and I trudged up the stairs to go to bed. We were both exhausted. I held his hand tightly as he led me up to the bedroom. I grew anxious as he approached my bedroom. I grabbed his wrist quickly and stopped him. Harry looked back at me concerned.
"What's wrong, Noli?" HE inquired turning to me.
He ran his hand through my hair as I asked, "Can we not sleep in there?" Harry lifted his eyebrow at me. He was confused as to my aversion to my own bed. "I just..." I sighed heavily. "I don't want to sleep in there with you. You're not..." I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling. "Please?" I was giving up on an explanation. Harry seemed upset. "I don't want to see you lying where he does. I feel...you and I shouldn't sleep in there."I couldn't get the images out of my head.
"Enola, when you think about me in that bed, what goes through your head?" Harry asked, stepping a bit closer to me. I shook my head quickly."Noli, tell me. I just want to understand." Harry tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"I don't want to see you in that bed because Charles and I...we..." I began, struggling to admit it to Harry.
Harry frowned a little as his eyes filled with realization, "You have sex with him in that bed." I nodded and let my eyes drop to the floor. Harry pulled me against him and kissed the side of my head. "Okay, we don't have to. It's fine." Harry spoke in a calm and assuring tone but I could feel in the way he tensed that his heart was breaking a little.
Harry released me after a long moment. I then tugged him toward the nicest guest room in the house. He glanced around with awe. It was pretty close to the way my bedroom looked but without the personalization and a bit smaller. I led him over to the bed. We both climbed in quickly. Neither of us liking how cold the sheets were. We snuggled together quickly; our arms wrapped around each other and our legs intertwined. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of him completely.
"Enola?" Harry whispered after a few moments of silence.
I gazed up at him, "Yeah, baby?" His brow was furrowed and his face held a mixture of sadness and anger. I stroked his chest with my thumb gently to settle him even though I had no idea what was on his mind.
"When was the last..." He began with a shaky voice. I stared at him intently. What did he want to know? Why was he so nervous to ask? We were always honest and upfront with each other. Harry stared straight into my eyes, "When was the last time you had sex with him?" I was worried my jaw had dropped. What? Why was he asking? Why was it important? He knew I loved him. He knew that I loved only him. Was he trying to create doubt for himself? Or was he honestly just curious? "Noli. Please tell me." The question bothered me but I knew I had to give him an answer.
"Two days before he left for New Orleans." I replied softly.
"So... three days ago?" Harry clarified. I nodded shyly. He didn't say anything. He stared up at the ceiling. I could see the tears forming in his eyes. I held him tighter and kissed his jawline slowly and gently. I was stopped when he spoke again. "Was it good?" Harry's voice was nearly a whisper.
"Harry, please, don't do this to yourself. Please." I begged.
Harry dropped his eyes to me and with all seriousness he said, "Answer me."
"No." I answered flatly.
Harry's eyes narrowed, "Are you lying to me?"
"Babe, you know me. You tell me." I snapped quietly. I didn't want to have this conversation. I did not want him thinking about it. I didn't want to think about it. I wanted nothing more than to snuggle into his arms and forget about the life I had when he wasn't around. He quickly flipped me onto my back, pinning me to the bed. I stared into his eyes. They were no longer the bright green that I'd seen all day. His eyes were a raging sea, dark and turbulent.
"Because he doesn't feel like me?" Harry inquired. I didn't say a word. I was not giving into his jealousy. "Does he kiss you like this?" Harry meshed his lips to mine softly. Tenderly enveloping my lips with his, Harry showed me all of the love and jealousy flowing through his veins. My heart felt like it was breaking. I never wanted him to feel this way.
Harry broke his lips from mine. He gazed into my eyes, his disposition still fueled by an envious fury. Harry's lips trailed down my neck to my chest. I gripped his shoulders while Harry's kisses went further down my abdomen. The feeling of his tongue against my skin was driving me crazy. I wanted him but the reason he wanted me to want him made me uneasy. Harry stopped his trail of kisses at my hips. He moved back up my body. He rested his forehead on mine and stared into my eyes again. I was panting; the fire he'd created within me was something I couldn't shake. "Can he make you tremble with kisses?" Harry smirked a little. I stayed silent. I ran my hands through Harry's hair. Harry kissed my eyelids while he slipped his strong hand between our bodies. I gasped feeling his fingers slip between my warm, now soaked folds. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep in the other sounds I was sure would fall out. Harry appeared proud of himself as he worked his fingers around me gently. Harry pressed his lips to mine lightly. He kept his kisses soft and loving as his hands worked their magic below my waist. He may have been attempting to be cocky but he was still his sweet self. I gripped his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin as he brought me to a fast and strong climax. I sagged into the pillows after just a moment. Harry took my hand in his, lacing our fingers. I couldn't help but smile at the sweet, loving gesture.
Harry sat up, moving his hips forward. I pursed my lips when I felt his engorged dick sliding inside of me. We were making love like this again. I couldn't handle it the first time. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to this time. Harry took my other hand in his and laced our fingers just like our other hands. He pressed our hands into the bed as he leaned forward on me. When he rested on top of me, he slid further inside of me, causing a moan to escape my lips. Harry teased my lips with his own as he thrust slowly and as deeply as he could. My legs were shaking already.
"Can he do this?" Harry whispered into my ear. And with one more thrust, I was coming undone under him. I wanted so badly to tell Harry that I hated him for being so jealous. I couldn't say that though. I loved him, with all of my heart. Sometimes, as fucked up as it was, his jealousy was endearing and cute. Mostly because it wasn't justifiable to me. Harry began to pump his hips harder and faster. I cried out in pleasure. "Tell me, Noli. Is it just me that can do this to you?" Harry murmured into my ear hotly. I nodded and pulled his hips to mine again. Harry molded his mouth to mine to muffle the sounds coming from my swollen, pink lips.
"It's always going to be you." I whispered to Harry when he broke the kiss. He smiled with a sense of satisfaction.


"Maybe we shouldn't ever stay here again." Harry posited as we lay in bed intertwined and still sweat soaked.
"Why?" I asked looking over at him with satisfied and sleepy eyes.
He grunted, "Because I was an asshole." I lifted myself to rest on my elbow. I gazed at Harry with concerned eyes. "I shouldn't have asked you that. And I shouldn't have...making love wasn't the way to deal with it."
I rested my hand on his chest, "Baby." Harry turned his eyes up to mine. "If you were really that much of an asshole about it, I would've told you to stop." Harry gripped my hand gently and nodded. "As much as I hate how jealous you get, I don't understand what you are going through so I let you work thought it the way you need to. If making love to you makes you...if it helps, I will do anything." I stated. Harry lifted his head from the pillows and kissed me sweetly. "Do you want to go to my studio now? Do you not want to stay here tonight anymore?"
"No. We can stay the rest of the night but I just...let’s not do this again." Harry said pulling me down next to him. I snuggled into his side and rested my head on the pillow next to his. I watched Harry's pensive face in silence. All that could be heard in the room was our slow, steady breathing. I traced the tattoos on his chest lazily.
"Bear?" I murmured. He hummed in response but didn't look at me. "Why did you want to come to this house anyway?" I was a little afraid of the answer but felt like I needed to ask anyway.
"I just wanted to know you more. I felt like if I saw you here, I'd know everything. I just wanted to be closer to you in a way I guess." Harry answered quietly, almost like he was embarrassed. I pressed my lips to his cheek firmly. Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, holding me closer.
"You are the sweetest man. I swear it. How I ever met you...I don't deserve anything close to the love you give me." I muttered even though I knew it would upset him. But it was how I felt. With all that I had been putting the wonderful man in my arms through, he deserved better than me.
"Bullshit. You're everything to me." Harry responded with sass.

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