"Take my hand and I'll show you the way. Look me in the eyes and tell me you feel the same."

Song: Nothing

Artist: Lewis Watson

I wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, but at some point during our kiss, Harry had pushed me backward to his bed. His long body hovered over mine, his hips falling lightly between my thighs as he held what little of his weight that wasn't supported by my body with his elbows. One of his forearms had wound beneath my neck, his fingers twisting in my hair while his other fell lazily by my head.

I hummed quietly as I felt his lips tickle at my neck, their soft fullness pressing into my skin every so often in a whisper of a kiss. My hands never stopped raking gently down his sides, my fingers grazing over the soft fabric of his sweater. His chest was pressed against mine, the weight of it pushing me into the mattress in the most comforting way. I loved the way he rested his weight on me, the pressure of his body lingering against every inch of mine, and I found myself wishing he'd let his arms relax so all of his weight would be on me.

Neither of us were speaking, the crushing emotion of the past few days and the revelation we had made tonight mentally exhausting us. I was drained, and I knew he was, too; I could feel it in the lazy way he laid on top of me, in the languid kisses he placed on my neck, and the tightness that remained in his chest when he breathed above me.

"Relax, baby," I breathed as I let my hands shift to his lower back, the pads of my fingers circling into the tight muscles there. He let out a soft exhale, the warm air trickling across my neck as he let his muscles loosen, his weight pressing down on me even more. Again, his lips pressed lightly into the soft skin of my neck, their pucker lingering against me for a few seconds.

"I feel like I'm crushing you," he grumbled lightly, his voice muffled by my neck.

"You're not. I love it," I told him. I could feel him smiling against my throat.

"Good."

I tilted my head to the side to kiss his temple, which was the only bit of him I could reach with my lips. I let my hands slip under his sweater, the soft fabric brushing against the backs of my hands as I let my fingers trace light patterns against his skin, which felt hot against my own.

It felt so incredible to be back here with him, his body wrapped around and covering mine and his lips tickling my skin just as I had longed for. Every gentle touch he gave me soothed the ache I had dealt with for the last few days, and it was all but erased at this point. He was healing me so quickly, the damage he had inflicted nearly gone as I lay beneath him. I couldn't stop touching him, my fingers needing to feel the tangible proof that we were actually together again.

I had missed him so much in only two days of being without him.

One of Harry's feet slid down mine, his long legs bending to allow him to do so. His smile against my neck widened and I heard him chuckle deeply.

"What?" I asked, curious as to what had suddenly made him laugh.

"Did you forget to wear shoes?" he asked, raising his head from my neck to look at me, an amused expression on his face.

I blinked, thinking back to stumbling from my apartment and tripping on the tile... the tile that had been cold and uneven against my bare feet.

"I did," I said, the sudden realization hitting me. I had been so preoccupied with going to Harry and coming to his house that I hadn't even realized I was still barefoot. His laughter grew even more, his chest shaking against mine as the beautiful sound of it filled the room.

"I can't believe you forgot to wear shoes," he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his dimple dipping into his cheek as he grinned at me. I tried not to laugh, pretending to be offended as I lightly swatted at his sides.

"Shut up," I said, my eyebrows pinching together as a smile cracked across my face anyway. Harry continued to laugh, his body twisting on top of mine now as his cackles invaded my senses. I tried to shove him off me, my feigned indignation difficult to maintain as I watched his face light up above me. He resisted my attempts at pushing him off, the weight of his body too heavy for me to move with him now working against me.

"Hey, don't push me because you couldn't remember to put shoes on," he teased, his hand easily catching both of mine as he stopped me from fighting against him. Both of us were laughing now he wrapped his long fingers over my wrists and pinned them above my head. My body continued to squirm beneath his, desperately fighting his grip and the laughter bubbling from my chest.

"Harry, stop!" I gasped as he laughed above me, his grip easily holding me down despite my best efforts to free myself. My laughter was cut off when he ducked his head down, smile still extremely prevalent on his face, and pressed his lips against mine. It was hard to reign in my smile, but the second his lips touched mine I couldn't help but respond. My lips molded against his, the kiss as light as the mood had just been.

His lips folded over mine before he pulled back and grinned at me. "Looks like you'll be going home barefoot as well."

My mouth fell open in amused shock.

"Oh really? Even if the reason I didn't put on shoes was so I could get to you sooner?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him playfully. He cocked his head to the side, grin still stretching across his lips as he observed me.

"Really?" he asked, surprise crossing his features. His hand released mine above my head and I pulled them back down to pet down his back slowly.

"Yeah. The second I decided to go I couldn't even think straight," I told him, the laughter slipping from his face as he realized how frantic I must have been.

"If that's the case, I can maybe let you borrow some socks. I don't think you'll fit in my shoes," he said, content smile returning to his lips. I smiled up at him.

"Thank you," I said.

"But I hope you don't think you're leaving tonight," he said, his eyebrow cocking up suggestively.

"Oh no?" I replied playfully. He shook his head slowly, holding my eye contact. I didn't miss the light pressure between my legs as he shifted his weight slightly. The smirk that crept across his face told me he'd done it on purpose. I bit my lip gently into my mouth before releasing it as my grin widened. He was going to have to work for it if he expected me to finally break the rule.

"Nope. You're staying here with me. All night," he said, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he ducked his head again, his lips falling to the space below my ear. They folded over my skin, the heat from the kiss and his tongue that lapped out against my throat sending a shiver through me. It felt like it had been ages since I'd been with him properly, and my body was craving his.

I sucked in a deep breath when his teeth nibbled at my skin, and it took every ounce of will-power I had to twist away from him, trying to roll out from beneath him. My sudden action took him by surprise, and I managed to slide out underneath his arm, my legs getting tangled with his as he wrapped his long arms around my torso so my upper body was free but he still had a firm grip on me.

"No!" I gasped, laughing once more as I flailed wildly, trying to escape his warm grasp.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked playfully, his face burying into my back as he hugged me to him, his arms heating my stomach. I was laying on my stomach, my hips twisted awkwardly and still pinned down by his.

"Ahh!" I squirmed more beneath him and I felt him convulse suddenly as some part of my flailing body connected with his groin. He let out a burst of air and his grip slackened on me, his eyes squeezing shut in pain as he reacted to the blow. I took advantage of his distraction to slip out from beneath him, falling clumsily to the floor before picking myself up to stand. I tried to stifle my laughter as I looked at him curled into himself on the bed, his hands pressed lightly between his legs as his breathing dragged shakily from his chest.

"That wasn't fair," he groaned, a grimace on his face as he came down from the pain. I giggled and put my hand over my lips.

"Sorry," I said innocently. He rolled slowly to his stomach before placing his wide hands on the bed and pushed himself up. I tried not to drool as I watched the muscles in his back flex beneath the thin sweater he wore.

"You're gonna be," he threatened jokingly, pulling himself off the bed and stalking toward me. I squeaked and jerked away from him, darting quickly around the bed toward the door as he lunged at me. Maniacal giggles escaped my lips as I fled down the hall, running from him as he chased me slowly, still not fully recovered from his hit below the belt. I twisted quickly as I moved, glancing over my shoulder to see his large frame coming down the hallway after me, a dark grin on his face that sent a shock through my body.

I turned the corner to head into the kitchen, my eyes searching frantically for somewhere to hide and falling on the table- the only real place for me to hide. As quickly as I could, I moved to slide my body beneath it. The second I had myself settled, I clamped my hand over the grin on my lips, attempting to quiet my laughter as I saw his feet appear in the kitchen.

He stood still for a second, surely looking around, and I knew it would only take seconds for him to find me. He took a slow step toward me, his black socks padding his quiet footfalls on the wood floor.

"Halleeeee," he sang quietly, his voice sounding menacing despite being playful. My grin widened even more as I watched him stalk closer.

"You really wanna hide from me, baby?" he continued, his steps bringing him even closer.

"You're gonna regret that, Hal," he whispered as he stopped only feet from me, close enough to hear him despite being beneath the table. I sucked in a breath as I watched him walk around the back of the table, stopping once he was behind me. My head curled around to watch, my heart pounding surprisingly hard as I watched his frame lower into line of vision. He crouched down slowly, his legs bending beneath him as his torso slid past the table. His lips were pulled into a smirk when I finally saw his face, his green eyes burning darkly into mine.

"Hi baby," he said slowly, his hands reaching forward to grip my ankles. He flipped me over easily, twisting my legs in his grip so I landed on my butt before he yanked me forward. I gasped as I slid across the floor easily, my legs spreading as his hips slid between them. His wide hands moved up my thighs, their path burning into my skin thanks to the athletic shorts I was wearing, another indication that I'd run to him without considering my outfit in the slightest.

His palms pressed into the sides of my thighs as the slide higher, his fingers snaking beneath the fabric of the shorts to tickle at the sensitive skin there. My body was supported by my arms, which suddenly felt weak, as they splayed out behind me. I could feel his breath washing over my face as he lowered his head to mine, his lips dangerously close to my own. My chest rose and fell as my breathing became ragged; what had started out as a playful game had quickly turned into a tension filled moment, and every inch of my body was yearning for him.

"You gonna give in to me yet, baby?" he whispered, his gaze burning through me and setting my nerves on fire. I bit my lip into my mouth to try and control my panting and the thudding of my heart. Every bit of my body yearned for him, and I knew that the time had finally come for me to give up the stupid rule that had haunted me for what felt like ages.

"And if you wanna run away, I won't hesistate, 'cause I'd have nothing if they take you away."

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