The phone blares in my room and I grab it, taking the call immediately. Once I say hello, my body sits up and I smile.
"I'm sorry I'm call so late over there," I hear Harry's voice say, my lips curving
"I always love talking to you, no matter if it's-" I pause, looking at the clock, "2:45 in the morning."
"What do you think? Just a week until I'm home," he says, and I can tell her has a broad smile on his face. And just by that, I'm smiling ear to ear.
"I can't wait for you to be home," I say, his laugh heard.
"You know I won't be able to take my hands off you," he says, my cheeks flushing.
"Who said I'd want you to keep your hands off me?" I smirk, biting my lower lip.
"See you can't say that because I'm getting hard, Allison," he states, making me laugh.
"Then go take care of yourself," I say, his groan heard.
"Then you gotta talk to me. Never thought I'd be having phone sex while here," he says, my smile growing.
"I won't be able to satisfy myself over here. In case you didn't know, you literally make me come in minutes," I say, his chuckle heard.
He tells me he locked himself in a shower, turning the water on. I tell him I'm lying in just his shirt and my panties on the bed, making him mumble a curse.
"It fucking sucks you can't send me pictures," he says, my lips releasing a deep breath.
"What kind of pictures?" I ask, trying to help him picture me. Just the thought of him has me lightly parting my legs, running my hand over myself.
"I miss the way you look, your cheeks flushed and hair resting against the pillows," he says, then I hear him groan. I know he's touching myself.
"Guess what I'm doing right now?" I whisper, his lips sucking in a breath. My fingers slide into my panties and I shock myself when I rub over my clit, gasping.
"Fuck," he groans, my eyes closing and lips parting.
"I see my hands running over you, feeling your burning skin," he whispers, my finger lightly entering my entrance, imagining his own doing it.
"Harry," I moan, touching myself. "You feel so good."
His groans on the other end of the phone make me move my fingers faster. "Fuck me," I manage out, my thumb playing with my clit.
"Allie," he moans, my lips parting as I feel myself coming close to my high. "Come with me. Shit, I can't stop thinking of you."
As I say his name a few more times as I pump my fingers through me, I come and he grunts, coming as well. My breathing mixes with his over the phone and he finishes with the shower, his side of the call is quiet except for his breathing.
"You're gonna get it when I get home," he says, making me laugh. I climb out of bed and clean up while staying on the phone with him, my hands setting my hair in a bun.
"I miss you so fucking much," I tell him, our relationship reaching a whole new sexual level. We want each other as we should, our affection and love for each other making us so comfortable. If I lose Harry, I'm sure I'll be in a worse state than I was after Sean's passing. Harry is the love of my life; I know this for sure.
"Trust me, babe, I miss you more," his words making me smile. He tells me he has to end the call and I sigh, knowing the timed calls suck over there.
"I love you. I'll be waiting at the airport for you," I tell him, smiling to myself.
"Can't wait to see you, my love," he says, hanging up soon after. I can't seem to fall asleep and I get up and go into the art room. I start to paint and I see a painting catch my eye, my eyebrows frowning. I walk over to it and pull it out, my jaw dropping.
The painting is so realistic, it shocks me Harry isn't making more money for his work. It's me, the painting as if I'm looking in a mirror. But he painted two green eyes on the top, looking down at me. But between the eyes is a heart with a bandage on it. It's interpreted that I repaired his heart and the thought just makes my heart swell. I love this man so much.
The week passes by and I spend my days going to class and painting, no calls from Harry being received as expected.
So I drive to the airport at four in the morning to pick him up from his five a.m. arrival. My legs wear leggings and I wear a sweater with my messy hair up in a ponytail. I stand and wait, watching people come in and out of the airport.
My eyes look around and I see the gate for his flight down further. But as I turn to make my way over there, I stop in my tracks when I see him. Harry's eyes are on me and I cover my mouth, his smile growing. So I bolt and jump onto him, his arms wrapping around me tightly. He's so much harder to hold, his body gaining so much more muscle than I had thought since our first facetime. I cling to him, grabbing his hair and breathing him. He still smells the same and I love it, my eyes releasing tears.
"My Allie," he whispers, holding me close.
My head lifts and I grab his face, kissing him for the first time in months. "I've missed you," I breath against his lips while still kissing him. "So much."
He smiles and deepens our kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck. I pull away and bury my face in his neck, his arm staying around me as he grabs his bag. He walks to the exit and I stay on him, his head leaning on mine. He opens the door to the car and sets me inside, but I pull him on top of me and kiss him, his lips kissing mine deeply.
"Let's go home," he whispers, smiling when he pulls away. I nod and love it when he says it.
Home.
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