The Weeks Between • HS

Week 14 • Nola

Last night, with Harry, was a turning point in what I can now call our relationship. After a rather lengthy, and handsy, make-out session, Harry and I talked through the necessary details and moved on to just enjoying the fact that we are both finally giving in to one another. Giving in to the feelings and what feels like the natural progression of things, and damning (or at least ignoring) that eventually the perfect bubble that protects our little world will have to burst.

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"Nol, my love," he says and I shiver a top him. He pulls back from our heated moment, nostrils still flaring from the lack of oxygen taken in while we indulged in one another.

"I really like it when you call me that," I say, between stolen kisses, running my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck that is starting to curl up in the humidity. "And, I really like this." I run my fingers over his mustache, which has now grown long enough to be soft instead of stubbly. I guess there is a benefit to having a few days apart in the facial hair growing department.

"I'm glad you like it." His lips curl underneath the mustache showing his devilish lopsided grin. His hands roam down my back and cup underneath my butt cheeks, lifting me a little bit off of him to scoot my body closer to his.

I respond to his shift in our proximity by rolling my hips against the very prominent bulge beneath me. "As much as I'd love to continue this I feel like we need to hash out a couple things." Harry says, surprising me by completely stopping our forward motion.

"I suppose we do." I say, lifting my body up off of his, which earns me a signature Harry pout. "What? I can't think straight sitting on top of that!"

We sit on the couch with crossed legs, holding our hands together between us. "Do we have any rules now?"

I have to think about this one because even though he and I are fine moving into this 'relationship', this dating era if you will, I still have children that I need to consider. "I'd say that we're probably down to just one rule."

I twist one of the rings on his fingers. Seems odd to me that today he's only wearing two. Most days he wears none, and sometimes he wears a bunch, but it's never just one or two. He stops my hands idol movement and forces my attention solely on him. "What rule is that?"

"I don't want the girls to walk in on us doing anything we don't want to have to explain," I say, because kissing in front of them is totally different than explaining why Harry and I are wrestling, showering or swimming without our clothes on. I understand they might hear us, and I understand they will see more PDA then they used to, and I have already thought through all of that. I just don't want them to see us in that compromising of a position. I don't think any parent wants to explain that to their children.

"So does that mean we can have sleepovers?" He asks hopefully, pulling my hands so that they are hovering over his lap, clasped inside of his.

"It would be weird if I didn't sleep in the same bed as someone I am in a relationship with, wouldn't it?" I confidently deadpan.

Harry's mouth forms an 'o'. "Is that what we are calling it?"

"You just asked me to date you? I mean, doesn't that mean we are in a relationship?"

"I did, but can't call you my girlfriend, so what can I call you? My partner?" He asks, seriously. I think about it for a minute, but this decision isn't going to take too long. I have always liked the sound of that better and the intentions behind the term are so much more what I want out of a relationship. An equal. A partner.