How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 53

The morning was set aside for the boys to do promotions for the two upcoming concerts as well as do a photo shoot for an Italian soda brand. Before the sun had even risen, Harry was out of bed. I never even noticed an alarm go off. I felt the mattress buck and settle as he escaped the confines of the fresh linens. I heard the echoing stream of water coming from the shower. I reached across the bed and laid my palm flat against the space where Harry had been sleeping. The sheets were hot from his body and I kept my hand there feeling the evidence of his existence long after he kissed my forehead and told me to have a good day and left me alone in the suite.

Eli followed me diligently from shop to shop as I tried to waste time until Harry would be finished. It seemed like just when I got a taste of Harry, my craving multiplied. I missed him always, but it was worse when he was within reach and I didn't have a hold on him. If I were in London while Harry was in Milan, I would have a dry longing for him. Being in the same city, but out of his presence, I had a heavy, smothering desire to be with him. I could hardly focus. Love had thrust me in the dark completely and my only source of light was Harry.

"Are you going to buy them, Kate?" Eli's voice brought me back to reality. I was standing in a shoe store with a pair of new black heels on. I stood before a mirror and imagined them with different outfits on different city streets.

"I guess," I shrugged.

"Not pressuring you," Eli laughed. "I'm just asking because you've stood here for nearly ten minutes."

"Have I?" I asked mildly. "I'll get the shoes."

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I had just managed the zipper on the back of my dress when I heard the door to the suite open and close. The heavy footsteps of Harry in his boots rang throughout the space. I felt suddenly giddy and ridiculous for feeling so.

"Hi, baby," Harry leaned against the bedroom doorframe. He wore a black jeans and a plain white button down shirt that looked so good it was criminal.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Ready to go out?"

"I just need to put lotion on."

"By all means," Harry gestured toward me with an enticing smirk. I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed a bottle of body lotion off the bedside table. I uncapped the lotion carefully. "Stop! I'll do it."

"What?" I blinked up at Harry.

He was already kneeling before me. "I want to do this."

"By all means," I teased, stealing his words.

Harry rubbed the lotion between his hands and then applied it to my legs slowly. His large hands engulfed my leg and he worked to rub the lotion in. I was ignited under his touch. I watched as his eyes fixated on me and his hands felt along my skin gently. From ankle to dress hemline, he left no space untouched. When Harry started on my other leg, I felt like I might combust. His expert fingers worked the lotion in the most sensuous way possible. His teeth trapped his bottom lip and his eyes were ablaze.

"There." Harry stood up and rubbed his hands together to get rid of whatever lotion remained.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"I'll switch shoes and then we can leave."

Harry sat on a chair in the corner of the bedroom and removed his caramel colored boots. He replaced them with black boots. I sauntered toward Harry and stood with my shadow covering him completely. He reached up and took my hand. He pressed a kiss to the back of it. A grin grew across his face and he tugged on my arm until I fell into his lap. I giggled at his playfulness.