Here Without You

Chapter 12:

Chapter 12

I open my eyes to the sound of bathroom clicking, bottles clattering, and a strong male voice singing. I laugh quietly, deciding to hide it under the sheet. Harrys beautiful, raspy morning voice belting out every note perfectly.

He exits the bathroom, a loose towel tied across his waist. My eyes find themselves lingering at the line trailing his hip bones. I consider pretending to be asleep so he wouldn't take notice, i'd rather watch him, but we make eye contact and he cuts across the bedroom over to me without a word and gently touches the tender spots on my neck.

"How are you?" He asks, fingertips lightly probing the marks he had made the day before. A smirk covers his pink lips playfully, his body crouching next to our bed. Well, what we consider our bed, its more like mine. My stomach turns, signaling it must be that time of the month. A groan escapes my lips, dread of looking at the white sheets becoming unbearable.

"A little uneasy, and you?"

"I'm going to be right back." He says.

I raise an eyebrow. "You need tampons, I need icecream. I'll be right back," He repeats.

I stifle a laugh, he knows me way too well. But it doesn't feel like I'm on my period, maybe its just a stomach ache. Makes sense, its probably the chinese food Harry had ordered last night. Though I wasn't really paying attention to the taste, it wasn't the best meal.

I let my eyes travel down under the covers, lifting them slightly. Nothing. My heart rate increases and suddenly a sharp pain jabs at my stomach. What is going on?

I lift myself off my pillow and hurry into the large bathroom where I check myself. Spotting... okay.

"Weird," I mumble under my breath, tugging on some black sweatpants and a matching sportsbra. I don't feel like going out today, plus its a free day for me. Tomorrow I have to go to the studio to record a new song I recently wrote. Its about Harry, a fast-paced song that basically just tells the story of how we pretended to not know the world was watching us. The chorus is a very pop sound, like my next album will end up being.

Its a rough copy but Dan is suppose to work out a few kinks but all in all, I love it. And I pray Harry will too. Boys aren't always thrilled when I tell them I've written a song for them, mostly because the song isn't always hendering to their better nature. But I have to remind myself that Harrys different.

I stumble into the kitchen, suddenly craving a apple strudel with jam and orange juice. Complying with my wishes, I find all my craving items left untouched by the recent food raider known as Harry Styles. A silent thank you is sent airborne to my boyfriend. My inner thighs are sore from yesterday, a due reminder Harry had claimed of me, his suddle marks evident on my neck in bright red tenderness. Nothing i'd like to be seen limping around because I'm sore from rough sex with my boyfriend, especially taking account of my little fans. I will never set that example for them.

My heart dwindles on Harry as I remove the strudels from the toaster and onto two plates, one for harry and the other for me. Another two glasses along with a dab of jam, and I'm off to the couch. My hand slides my phone from my charger and onto the twitter app.

"@taylorswift13: @Harry_Styles Don't forget the icecream!"

Short but taunting the massive amounts of people sending us hate. Showing that we don't care who says what, we love eachother and will hang out when we want to. Not even a second thought rests on a 12 year olds opinion on who I should love. He tweets me back in less than 5 minutes.

"@Harry_Styles: @taylorswift13 How could I forget? Vanilla or strawberry swirl this time?"

Cute. He likes playing along.

"@taylorswift13: @Harry_Styles Hmmm, Strawberry swirl! Extra whipped cream please!"

"@Harry_Styles: @taylorswift13 Wouldn't think of forgetting it, babe;)"

I'm surprised the fans don't lose it after that, but I'm sure they do.

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