Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 17

I had approached Harry and Ed and gave Ed a hug, regretting it after because was soaking wet from Harry throwing water at him. "You guys did..." I noticed Harry walking away and just watched in confusion. "awesome." I finish and Ed watches Harry also. "He was scared to sing that song in front of you. He's never sang it before. Actually two of them." he says and I look back at Ed. "Which two?" I ask. 

"Night Changes and Truly, Madly, Deeply." he answers. I grew a little more urgent to see Harry now. "Should I go talk to him?" I ask and he shakes his head. "Give him a minute to clear his head. We should get back to the bus." he says and tugs my wrist along. "Okay." I say slowly and follow him. Harry didn't show up on the bus until 20 minutes after we did. Ed had changed into dry clothes and Harry was still wet and sweaty. His hair was messy no matter how many times he ran a hand through it. He came out of the bathroom of the bus after he changed and had combed back through it. I had stayed quiet and he didn't bother making eye contact with me. So I had stayed with Ed. 

It got a little more awkward when it came time to check in our hotel. I didn't know who to go with. Harry hadn't showed any interest towards me and Ed had kept telling me to keep my distance for a while. I had ended up grabbing his arm and he had jumped and looked at me. "Am I staying with you or would you rather me stay with Ed to give you space?" I ask him kind of shyly and he just looked at me like it was the stupidest question in the world. "With me." he says and the clerk gave him his hotel key and we headed up to the room. The elevator ride was very quiet and awkward. 

Once we got in the room and set our bags down, I had stood in the middle of the room looking very misplaced. "Harry, will you tell me why you're so quiet?" I ask him and he sits on the bed looking just as misplaced as I was. "I don't know." he answers looking honest. I had slowly approached him and stopped directly in front of him. "You sung it, clear as day, Harry." I tell him and he plays with his fingers and looks away. "I know." 

I swallow and make a next move by climbing on top of his lap and tilting his chin up. "So just say it now. You can tell me, Harry. I know you can." I encourage him and he just looks at me blankly. He looked really tired. I gently kiss him like I did last night, hoping no one would interrupt this time. I trace his bottom lip with my fingers and part his lips again. He looked deeply in thought. I push him down on his back and pull away enough to look at him. "You don't have to think about it so much, Harry. Just let it happen. I'm not leaving you." I tell him in a hushed tone and kiss his neck a little. I travel back up to his lips and when I didn't any response, I had went to sit up and throw in the towel but it came off his lips.  "I do love you." he says just above a whisper. He looked so concentrated almost like figuring out another language. I stared down at him for a minute in shock until I realized he actually said it. He finally said it. Yet he still looked so lost in thought. I bent back down and kissed him again. "That's it. Say it again." I encourage and keep kissing him. "I-" he says in between kisses. He still didn't touch me or move but he remained so deep in thought. 

"Love you." he says and I fully part his lips and push his shirt up. He slowly sat up, finally taking hold of me and letting me lift his shirt off him. Things escalated from there. He rolled me over, pressing his weight against me hard until his and mine clothes off. His kiss was full of fire and I tensed when he let out a deep moan and he worked. He had reached a new intensity were my body could find the strength to move. It was like the whole other level to oblivion that I never knew existed. I wasn't aware of the moans that had been escaping until bit down on my neck, drawing blood. He had grabbed the sheets on the bed and started ripping them without knowing it. This was worth the wait. This almost was worth the 6 months of pain without him. This was the most infinite feeling ever felt. His movements were steady and slow but rough. I couldn't process it. His back would arc under my nails and it would cause him to bite harder into my neck.