baby [h.s.]

twenty nine

 [song is 'I Do' by Flagship because i think the first verse really fits both characters :-) ]

           Harry's ringing phone brought us to life the next morning. I groaned and he sat up to answer it.

"Yeah?" he said, his voice raspy with sleep. "Shit, yeah, I have them."

I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked at him. He had no shirt on and his dark hair fell in ringlets across his forehead. He reached his hand out and squeezed my thigh.

My cheeks felt hot, so I looked away. Light poured through the windows. The sight of the sun surprised me.

"He'll be there in an hour? I'll make it." Harry said. "Why does he want me to bring Tilly?"

I glanced back over at him. He looked at me and nodded.

"Okay, fine, an hour." he said. "I'll let her know."

He hung up the phone and set it beside him. With a huff, he fell back into bed.

"So?" I said.

"Vinny will be in the office today since I wasn't able to get the documents to him in Spain."

I nodded. He stared at me for a moment and began grinning. My eyebrows creased.

"What?" I said.

He bit his lip. "Nothing."

"What are you looking at?"

"You, baby. I'm just staring at you."

"Is there something on my face?" I sat up and ran a hand through my hair.

Harry reached out and grabbed my arm. I stopped and looked at him, pinching my lips.

"Stop, Till, nothing's wrong. You're just being you, and that takes my breath away."

My shoulders slumped and I looked away.

"Stop," I mumbled. "Too fucking mushy."

He laughed. "Too damn stubborn."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and shook my head. I pulled my shirt over my head as I walked towards my closet and Harry lowly whistled. I stuck him my middle finger without turning my head to look at him.

I wore black on black on black; a top, jeans, and heeled boots. I changed in the closet and walked out to see Harry in some of the clothes he had begun leaving in a drawer of my dresser.

"Why was I requested?" I asked, once we were in the kitchen. I grabbed us some bananas from the bowl on the counter.

"Vin needs to talk to you." he said, shrugging. I tossed him his banana and he peeled the first side off.

"Let's hit it." I said. I grabbed his keys off the counter and nudged my head toward the door. He led the way. I plucked my wool overcoat off of the coat hook on the way out and shrugged it onto my shoulders as we walked to the elevator.

The walk to his car and the ride to headquarters were relatively quiet. Both of us were still tired from being out so late the night before with all of the guys.

When we arrived, we went through the usual processes. The inside of headquarters was much quieter than usual. Everyone was seated at a desk in the main area. Upon Harry and I's entrance, each of the hundred or so heads seemed to turn our way. Some people nodded, others stared.