Ed Sheeran – Kiss Me

Harry quickly turned around and opened his mouth in astonishment. I proudly crossed my arms on the chest and waited for him to say something. Didn't expect that? He's not the only one who can have mood swings. I can be cute, but sometimes I can be a pain in the ass and Harry knows that already.

"You completely got out of your mind? There's no more stupid questions left, so you decided to throw things at me which appear to be near your hand?" he asked indignantly, raising his eyebrows.

He opened his mouth in surprise and stared at me.

"You shouldn't have acted like a swell-headed idiot!" I jabbered.

Harry wanted to say something offending to me or push around and so he was coming up with better words. If he heard our conversation with dad, he wouldn't act like that, he would just leave. There's something else, but what? I was lost in conjectures. As there wasn't any answer from his side, I grabbed my old T-shirt and headed over the bathroom. I took all my good pajamas to apartment, so I chose an old knee-length T-shirt to sleep in.

As I returned to my room, I saw a neatly folded pile of clothes. I smiled unconsciously imagining how Harry was accurately folding his clothes, but that was a subtle smile. As I remembered what happened a few minutes before, I made a serious expression again and went around the bed. Harry was already lying on the floor. He took a thin rug instead of a blanket. I climbed onto the bed and covered myself with a warm blanket. The thunder wasn't over yet, I started staring at the ceiling. Today was the longest day of my life, everything dropped from the clouds at once. Looks like I had a shock, I started only now to realize what happened. I got terrified from the thought of marriage. I got scared, almost gasping in fear. My heart squeezed in pain, as I thought of my future. I sat on the bed and looked at the side of Harry. He was lying in front of the window, so I could perfectly see him. The guy was still lying in the embryo's pose. "He's probably cold," I thought to myself. He was practically sleeping on a bare floor, as I didn't have any futon. Harry took two rugs and a pillow. The first one was on the floor and with the other one he covered himself. I felt myself ashamed that he was made to sleep like that.

"Harry?" I called the brunette whispering.

"What?" he replied, without turning around.

"Maybe you should lie on the bed, it's not comfortable to sleep on the floor after all..." I whispered, trying to speak as soft as possible.

I feel sorry for him, he came all this way to talk to me and failed, but it's not the only reason why I called him to go to the bed. I was scared. Scared of my own thoughts. Scared, that I will never see him again. Scared, that I will have to marry a man who I am not in love with. I know that I behave myself like an egoist, but he will leave tomorrow anyway.

"I'm fine here," he mumbled with a sleepy voice, scratching his leg.

"Why are you so stubborn?!" I said almost shouting.

I needed Harry so much right now and he's pushing me away again. Why he always pushes me away, I don't understand. One moment he wants me to be with him, the other moment he acts himself different. I shivered in bed because of these thoughts.

"Fine, if you don't want to go to bed, then I'll come to you," I declared, grabbing my pillow and blanket.

I lied down next to Harry, he was lying with his back to me and mumbled something. I copied his pose, moving closer, put my hands under the pillow and nestled with a cheek against his back. Harry shivered as I touched him and backed away from me.

"Emily, don't do that..." he whispered sleepily, but I repeated my actions.

Harry didn't back away anymore and just began to snuffle.

"Good night, Harry..." I whispered.

I couldn't fall asleep. My thoughts bothered me and only Harry's quiet heartbeat was little by little calming me down. I was lying like this for a long time, nestled against his back. I got already used to his strange tattoos. I stroked his back with my hand, his skin is so soft. We are so different with him, but even so we are somehow alike. Both are stubborn and emotional. I started to outline strange patterns on his back. I was enjoying his perfume. Great, I sleep with him a second night in a row, but I will never get enough of it. I wonder, is he going to leave before I wake up, or I will manage to see him tomorrow? And what then? He's planning to avoid me. I liked so much this new company, as if I found new friends. I don't want to stop communicating with the rest of the guys. But then it will be hard for us with Harry to avoid each other.

I started gently placing kisses on his back. I don't even know why I did that. Harry began breathing heavily, his heartbeat fastened. I kept kissing his back, moving my kisses higher and higher.

"Stop..." Harry whispered.

"No..." I replied quietly.

Why do I have to stop? He will leave tomorrow and I will never see him again. The guy turned to me and now we were lying face to face. The brunette was looking at me silently. There was no need for words to understand what he wanted to say.

I kissed him in the lips, enjoying their softness. I wrapped his neck with hands and pulled him closer to me. Harry threw the blanket off and put my leg on his hip. He wrapped my waist with hands, then moved his kisses on my neck. The guy was gently nibbling my skin, my whole body instantly covered with goosebumps. I didn't even know that I can feel something like this. A wild desire took me down. For a second all my problems disappeared and I felt myself safe. I don't know why, but I feel safe with him. Harry removed his hand from my hip and dove it under my shirt. I groaned unconsciously, I didn't have enough of air. I forgot how to breathe. Harry was gentle with me, but I wanted more, a strange instinct took me down. As I abruptly turned him around, I sat on the top of him. I started kissing his naked body. When I was kissing his collarbones, the brunette threw his head back and breathed heavily. His chest was heaving up and down. I was raining kisses upon Harry's body: his neck, collarbones, chest, torso. At a certain point, I got scared of my own courage. I have never done it and now I am dominating. As I only thought about it, Harry grabbed me abruptly and turned me around. Now I was lying under him and wrapped his torso with legs. We both lost our breath. I felt how much Harry was turned on, when I pulled him closer to me.

"Emily, stop," Harry hardly whispered in my lips.

I didn't stop, so the guy removed my hands from his shoulders and put them behind my head.

"Harry," I almost groaned, wanting a continuation.

"I can't Emily, not like that. At first you need to know the truth..." he finally said.

I frowned, trying to understand what he's talking about. Harry's wavy hair were trailing and tickling my cheeks, I tried to catch my breath.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, looking closely in to his eyes and waiting for an answer.

"I can't tell you, for now..." he replied a while later.

I had enough of these strange riddles, which don't have any answers. I pushed him in the chest and adjusted my shirt, that almost slipped up to my breasts. What game does he play? Harry totally pitched me a line.

"For crying out loud, Harry, are you kidding?" I indignantly asked and turned away from him.

It's too much for today, everyone is longing to throw me off the balance.

"What secrets are you hiding?" I kept asking.

"I can't tell you. That's not only my secret, Emily. Give me some time, and you'll find out about everything..." Harry whispered, trying to hug me.

I removed his hands from my waist. Time? "I don't have any time," my inner voice almost screamed. Harry didn't say anything more. He lied down behind me and waited for my answer, but I was silent. I am not any better, I also have secrets. As I was emotionally and physically exhausted, I instantly fell asleep.

I was woken up by a bright light. Yesterday's events started quickly coming back to my memory. I dawdled a little bit and realized that I am lying on something warm. When I got up a bit, I saw that I was sleeping on Harry's chest. He was sleeping cutely, I removed hair from his forehead, so that I could have a better look of the guy. He was so sweet in his dream, that I didn't even want to wake him up. Strange, why is Harry still here? A knock in the door diverted me from my thoughts.

"Emily, time to get up," I heard dad's voice.

Judging by the way he spoke, his mood got better. I began shaking the guy by the shoulders, trying to wake him up.

"What?" he started husking, but I closed his mouth in time.

"Quiet..." I whispered, pointing at the door.

Harry's eyes widened instantly and he jumped up.

"I've already got up!" I shouted, so that dad heard me.

Harry began running around the room in search of his clothes, while I was gathering all the blankets from the floor.

"Emily, let me in, we need to talk..." dad said, pulling the door-handle.

"Get under the bed, fast!" I demanded to Harry.

"But there won't be enough place to hide," he muttered, still looking for his clothes.

"Quickly!" I couldn't bear it anymore.

The guy somehow got under the bed, I grabbed a pile of his clothes and threw it under the dresser. As I came closer to the door and recovered my breath, I slowly turned the door-handle.

The door opened. "God forbid that dad spills out everything," I said to myself.

"Good morning," dad said, as he entered the room.

"Good morning, dad," I replied, pulling a smile.

He looked at me and headed over the window.

"Mom was called out to work, so we're having breakfast together..." he said, straightening the curtains.

I was standing behind him and literally trembling in fear. What's worse, if dad finds Harry or if he spills out about the marriage.

"Okay, I'll be downstairs in a minute..." I babbled as if with a stranger's voice.

Dad turned around and looked at me in astonishment. As he looked at me from head to toe, he went back to the door. I was nervously fingering, counting seconds when he will finally leave the room.

"And you, young man, get downstairs too, I'll treat you with pancakes," dad said loudly, bending down to the bed.

My heart leaped into my mouth. How did he notice? I moved back nervously.

"Okay, Mr. Bird..." I heard Harry's voice from under the bed.

Shit! I got busted! I went around the bed and saw that Harry's legs were stuck out from the bed, so that's how dad saw him. Somehow it got so funny. It's like I am in a nut house and watching the dialog between two sick people.

"'Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry'. Good tattoo..." dad continued talking, reading a sign on Harry's leg.

There was a strange sign above his ankle of the right foot. The guy tried to hide his legs, so that dad stopped staring at his tattoos.

"Black Sabbath? Not bad."

"Thank you, sir..." Harry answered huskily, whilst I looked into father's face.

"What if he went nuts after yesterday's incident," I thought. Anyone can go nuts.

"I wouldn't do such a tattoo, even though I like this band," dad laughed, leaving the room.

I was staring for a long time after him, wondering what just happened.

"I told you that there won't be enough space..." Harry groaned, while getting up.

I came to the dresser and took his clothes.

"Get dressed," I demanded shortly and threw clothes to Harry.

"Let's go to breakfast," I continued.

Harry looked at me in surprise, scratching his nape. Now we won't be able to back out from my dad so easily, he won't let Harry go until he finds out everything what he needs. I got busted, so I can't avoid a serious conversation with dad as well. I didn't even manage to come up with excuse or explain what a half-naked guy was doing in my room.