Say You'll Be There | Harry (Marcel) Styles [ON HOLD]

Chapter 28 - Dinner

DOUBLE UPDATE! 

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         *Sabrina's POV*

I can't believe he didn't believe me when I said I won't leave him. I just said it like three days ago. Maybe it's a trust issue thing for him? Whatever it is, I will do anything in my power to change his mind about it and get him to truly, 100% believe that I am not going anywhere. I wouldn't even if I could.

I'm hoping this kiss lets him know everything I'm feeling or thinking, without even saying a word. If there's a real connection between us, it will work and he will literally be able to read my lips. He will feel what I feel. I can't help the smile that comes between our kiss as I feel him putting his own emotions into the kiss. The first one I feel: desperation. His desperation nearly overpowers all the other emotions I can feel, one of those being happiness, even through the desperation and need. What he doesn't know, or at least I'm hoping he figures out through this special kiss, I need him too. I need all of him.

“Your lips are all mine.” I tell him in a breathy whisper when just our lips part, our foreheads resting against one another.

“Agreed. I don't want you kissing anyone else.” Now usually possessiveness in a guy is a massive turn-off for me but I know full well that Marcel means well with his possessiveness. He isn't going to try to mark his territory, and I am very thankful he won't. Besides, I am his. I've promised myself to him.

“I won't.” I shake my head. “I don't want you kissing anyone else either.”

He wags his head from side to side more vigorously.

“Never. I don't want anyone else. I-I'm all yours, if you'll have me.”

I don't fight back a smile.

“Of course, Marcel. Don't be silly.” I laugh, pulling him into me in a slightly awkward, laying-down side hug. But it's comfortable, my face buried in his chest as he cradles my head. His long arms and legs pretty much blanket my smaller body as we intertwine our bodies together.

“And I'm all yours.” I say after a moment's silence.

After laying there entwined for God knows how long, he finally speaks up.

“Can I tell you something?” He asks, as his fingers continue with their soft play with my straight strands of hair, and I tilt my head back to be face-to-face with him again. I only nod at him to go on.

“What would have happened if I had let you...touch me other day, when I had my little 'problem'?” That was a question rather than a statement, but I don't speak on it. I am too caught off guard by what was asked by my innocent Marcel to even think about that. That was the last thing I thought he'd say, ever. Other than 'let's have rough sex right now.'

“What do you mean? Do you mean what would have happened to us and our friendship, or what would have actually physically happened?” I can't believe we are talking about this. If I have to explain to him what physically happens...

“Well, uh, both...” Oh dear God. “I mean, I kinda know what physically happens, but I'm curious.” He's blushing, probably just as profusely as I am.

“Well, as for us and our friendship, I wouldn't have thought of you any differently if you'd have let me touch you intimately, and I hope you wouldn't have thought of me any differently.”

“I wouldn't.” He shakes his head.

“And as for what actually happens... I-”

“DINNER!” Anne literally sings, cutting me off. Thank God; I don't think I'd be able to explain to him what happens when I'd basically be giving him a hand job.