***A/N: The weeks on the trip might get longer, because they will be doing so much in 7 days. So, I will probably split them up. This is the first part of the week leading up to them leaving. The second part of Week 10 will be them hitting the road.
I hear his breathing change next to me; the pattern subtly changing from one of a calm sleep to waking up. I question whether or not he is going to wake me or try to fall back to sleep but I hadn't considered the third option, which leaves me in this weird space.
I haven't let on that I'm awake, as well, and I must be a pretty good actress because he doesn't seem to have a clue. Even though I can't see him, I can feel his eyes on me, and even though he's not moving his body, I can feel where his eyes are raking over mine. I don't know if it happened when I became a mom or if I've always had this gift, or curse really, but the feeling of someones eyes on me is something I've always been able to sense.
Harry is often shameless in his staring. He will happily sit across the room from me and spend minutes studying something on my body or a feature of mine. It's honestly taken some getting used to because it's just not something that people in my life have done before. He likes to have quiet moments. He likes to watch me when I'm doing things, but it doesn't ever feel inappropriate. If anything, it feels like his way of showing his adoration. I watched him do it with his friends, too. I've seen him do it with both Mitch and Sarah. I've also seen him do it with Albert and Helen. I feel like it's his way of memorizing what makes the people in his life who they are, if that makes sense
But this morning, laying here after what we did last night, it feels a little different. His eyes upon my body are burning into my skin and I wonder if he's thinking about what we did. I wonder if he's thinking about how close I came to taking that next step. I wonder if he's thinking about the fact that he wanted to, because I know he did. Fuck it! I want more than just his eyes on me.
"Watching someone sleep could be considered creepy for the amount of time you've been doing it this morning." I say it and I hear his breath hitch. I turn my head to see Harry's face full of fear.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep."
I'm laughing because he really thinks I'm actually upset. "Harry, your face. You look like a kid who just got stuck with his hand in the cookie jar."
"Didn't I?" As he says it, I can see the face of a four-year-old boy who likely got away with close to everything because of those damn dimples.
"Listen, I'm not mad about it. I just think it's a little bit weird if you wanna talk to me just wake me up..."
"I was daydreaming." Ok, I'll bite.
"Alone? Or was someone there with you?"
"What do you think?" He asks me. I mean, I am assuming it was me, or at least I am hoping it was me.
"I think we both know who was in your daydreams," I tell him, and I roll off of my stomach and onto my side, now facing Harry. I could just ask him, but I want to tease, so I move close enough to whisper, "so tell me, who were you daydreaming about, H?" Then, I nip his earlobe and his mouth falls slack at the contact.
He brings his focus back to me, closing his mouth and licking his lower lip. "Obviously, you know who fills my daydreams these days." His eyes fix on mine and I am gone. He could do whatever he wants to me right here and right now and I would have a very hard time saying 'no'.
"Just in case, though," he says and kisses my forehead, "you were still wondering," he kisses my nose, "it's you, Nol." With the last words, he plants a kiss on my lips and within a few short minutes of connection, our second round has begun and I am more than happy about it because I have plans of my own for this morning.

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The Weeks Between • HS
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