GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

33. You're My Color

"Where are my two favorite ladies?," I heard Harry's deep rumble call through the back of the house. His voice simultaneously made me smile and panic at the same time.

I had gone back out to chat with Anne in the garden after my phone call with work. The peaceful scenery and Anne's company had helped to clear my mind of the conversation. Hearing Harry only reminded me that I'd have to clue him in on what was happening in LA, and that the media was onto our vacation together. I wasn't sure how to handle the situation.

Harry rounded the corner with the biggest grin on his face. He kissed his mum on the cheek before squeezing next to me on the lounge chair that was clearly only built for one. His long legs fought to stay on the lounger and he nudged his hips and side towards me to make room.

"Can I get a kiss babe?," Harry said puckering up with his hands folded behind his head. I turned and gave him a g-rated peck on the lips, seeing as Anne was a mere few inches away.

"You smell like...," I paused trying to pinpoint the scent.

"Like babies!," Harry shouted out with a grin. I suppose the smell was babies. It was soft with a subtle sweetness, mixed with Harry's minty musk I was completely intoxicated and breathing him in near his shirt collar. "They should bottle that scent up and sell it. It makes the girls go wild." Harry raised his eyebrows up at me as I pulled away from his shirt collar. I lowered my eyebrows back at him.

"So you had fun it seems?," I asked Harry.

"He was so cute! So tiny and squishy!" Harry's eyes lit up and his smile grew into his rounded cheeks. I couldn't help but let out a giggle at his pure joy.

"And how was Charlotte? Is she doing well after the baby?," Anne asked. "And I bet Chloe is so pleased to be an auntie."

"They're both doing well. They said to tell you hello and Charlotte said thank you for the gift," Harry answered.

"Oh, glad to hear." Anne smiled and swung her legs to the side of the chair. "I've spent far too much time out here being lazy. I'm going to get dinner started," and she turned and headed to the backdoor.

"How was your day love? Did you have fun with my mum?" Harry made no attempt to take the now empty lounger beside me. He mimicked my current position by turning on his side to face me. We were much closer than necessary for a normal conversation, but I didn't mind. I was still reveling in his scent.

"We had a good time just chatting. Talking about you, of course." I pinched his side lightly as I said it.

"Well that thing about me wetting the bed until I was grown isn't what it sounds like!," Harry defended.

"Wait, what?" I was genuinely confused.

"Nothing." Harry pulled his lips tight not wanting to admit to any other embarrassments. "So what did she say about me?" I let his admission slide before continuing.

"We talked about how special you are. How kind. And she told me how you pestered her to have a baby growing up." I chuckled at the thought of it. "She also mentioned the first time you told her about me." I closed the small gap between us and kissed him. Our mouths stayed closed, but I let the kiss linger long enough for him to know I appreciated what he had said to her. I pulled back and stared at his face, his eyes just starting to open again. "And I loaned you that Packer's jersey Harry. I still want it back," I said playfully as I placed my hand on his chest.

"Nope. It's mine now." Harry turned up his lips into a smirk. He swiftly rolled his body over on top of mine, pinning me against the chair. I giggled and squirmed in protest. "Just like you. Mine." Harry lowered his face to kiss me. His tongue slid between my lips and met with mine, claiming it as his. Our kiss lasted just long enough to teeter on the line PG-13 and R-rated. Harry and I separated knowing all too well how this story would play out if it went on any longer. "Fuck babe. I want you," Harry breathed out, still close enough that I felt the warm air from his words.