“My parents are working, so let’s just go to my place, shall we?”
I nodded while I felt my pocket vibrating because of my phone. I pulled it up, and it was just another text from Louis.
From: Louis Tomlinson
What happened? The teacher just asked me about you and I said that you felt really sick and went home. x

He’d been worried sick about Harry, since he also noticed his strange reaction, which actually made me slightly more anxious. I quickly replied “I don’t know… He said that she’d told him that she was staying. But honestly I’ve got a strange feeling there’s something he has left out… something he’s not telling me… x”

Now in second thought; I don’t know why I sent that last sentence. I got no good feeling about sharing that thought; about me doubting about trusting him. But I guess I just needed to get it… out of my heart. Although it’s perhaps the wrong person to write it to.

From: Louis Tomlinson
Listen: whatever happens, remember he loves you. xx

My stomach twisted just in a second. What is that supposed to mean? Is he telling me there’s something going on?

I pushed my phone back into my pocket as I got closer to Harry.

It’s in the middle of October and it’s already cold and grey. Usually, the grayness begins, beginning of November.

I don’t get it, just a few weeks ago it was warm enough to wear shorts and skirts. All of a sudden the sky went grey and there were moist leaves everywhere, leaving the trees naked.

***

I watched him carefully as he sat in his chair and played a song on his white-colored guitar. He sat with a frown, hoping to hit the right note. Harry raised his eyebrows as he was humming a familiar song. I tried hard not to start giggle, he was so concentrated that it almost became comical. But at the same time, I still couldn’t help but think of how beautiful he was.

Suddenly he stopped playing, and our eyes met. He was just looking at me with just that special smile than can cause a whole world to light up.

I heard swashbuckling sounds from his guitar that he’d now put down on the floor, while I he got up from his armchair and walked away, making me wonder.

After a while, when he came back, there was a quiet pause as he wrapped something around my neck, asking me to slightly pull up my hair.

Soon I felt a thin and cold trace. I touched the chain while I raised it high enough to succeed reading ‘Despite All The Obstacles’ on a tiny plate, hanging down.

“What’s this?” I asked timidly, eyeing him with a small smile. He shrugged back at me, sitting on his hands in an adorable way. “It’s mine, but I thought maybe you could have it. I don’t know… It just… It shows that you’re my girlfriend. If you don’t want it then you cou-”
“I love it” I said interruptingly while I smiled widely.

Despite all the obstacles.

"Harry," I began. “Will you sing for me?"
He started laughing.

"Huh?" he said in a shocked tone.
"Please," I pleaded while I did my best to look like a little puppy.
He shrugged, looking uncertain. “I don’t know, Sarah. I’m not even that good…” he shook his head modestly.
“You’re a lot better than you think, Harry” I said convincingly, causing him to blush.

After a while of me begging, he finally picked up the guitar and asked me the question, "what do you want me to sing?"
I'd love to just hear him sing. To hear his voice.
"Sing a song... like..." I stammered, not getting the words out, because I did not know what kind of song.

"Sing a song that’s… I don’t know… meaningful to you. A song you really like" I finally said, while I shrugged my shoulders.

He turned his thoughtful gaze and began massaging his temples, hoping to come up with a song.

Suddenly he lifted his furrowed brow and began lightly and playing tiny tones on his guitar, which I somehow managed to recognize. The notes became stronger and safer as he got drifted in to it.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKBfsz3P7Us you know what to do.)

The words poured out of his mouth. I closed my eyes and dreamed myself away as his dark and husky, yet so gentle and pleasant voice filled the silence. He made it so easy for me to float on clouds, and I couldn’t help but smiling.

All the tense between us felt like being gone, and in my head are now nothing else than him, and his touching and relatable words.

“If I had only felt the warmth within your touch,
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,
I would have known what I was living for all along.
What I've been living for.

Your love is my turning page,
Where only the sweetest words remain.
Every kiss is a cursive line,
Every touch is a redefining phrase.

I surrender who I've been for who you are,
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours,
Well, I would have known what I've been living for all along.
What I've been living for. “
He played the last accord on his guitar while I opened up my eyes.

He blushed as he looked up to me for my judgment on his voice, his eyes wide and worried, like a child looking to their mother for approval. I gave him a grin and a nod, and he seemed relaxed visibly before me.
“You’ve got a beautiful voice, Harry” I said slightly speechless.
“Thank you” he sighed with a happy smile, and I felt a sense of satisfaction at the joy I’d brought him with my simple comment.


He moved closer to me, as I melted under his gaze slightly filled with lust. He took my smaller hands in his. His lips pressed a kiss to my blushing cheek as he leaned over me, making me lie down on the couch, his weight covering me like a blanket.

My laughter filled the room as he playfully growled, nibbling at my neck.
He grinned down at me, his hand slowly nudging up the tshirt. My eyes became wide when I realized what he was doing. His eyes stuck to mine, and that was it. I wanted him all over me.

“Harry” I whispered as he tucked my hair behind my left hair, trailing his hand down along my cheekbone, leaving nothing but yearning for more in every inch of my being.

“Yes, Sarah” he replied smoothly. He brushed my collarbones with his lips as he then sucked on a spot on my neck, his teeth biting down flippantly on the skin. I squeaked his name again, pulling my fingers through his curls.

“Oh, Harry”
“Yes, Sarah” he answered me again, skimming his moist lips along my jaw, “what do you want, baby?”

I felt bold and alive, so I told him what I was thinking without reserve.
“I want you, Harry”

Notes

This chapter took three days to write. I've been feeling so uninspired, but yet so inspired. I don't really know how to express it.

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