Heartbeat

Therapy; Tickles

Song of the chapter-

You and me by Lifehouse



Harry-



Alex didn't question me as I got off the hood of my paint-chipped car, her small hand in mine as I told her to come with me.

But her curious nature was answered as I got too impatient with myself, pushing my lips against hers, making her back push against the side of my car as my body molded to the front of it. Her hands pushed their way into my hair, her book she had been holding falling the the ground, fingers tugging at the strands, her heels lifting off the ground as she stood upon her tiptoes to kiss me better and harder.

She laughs against my lips as I fumble for the door handle without eyesight, detaching her lips from mine just enough time for me to tug on the handle.

"Ladies first." I murmur with a cheeky smirk.

She smiles back at me and sits in the back of my car, scooting back until her legs were sprawled across the length of the back seat, back against the passengers door. When I crawl in over her, shutting the door behind me, I toss the book I'd picked up off the floor into the front seat before leaning down to kiss her lips again, stripping off my jacket.

I feel her chest rise and fall beneath the weight of my own on top of hers, her fingers skimming across the skin of my lower back that my shirt has ridden up to reveal. She pulls it over my head, making me grin down to her in a lust-filled way.

"I missed this." I mumble as I sponge hot kisses down her neck, her nod confirming she felt the same.

I pull away from her to undress her from her jacket, revealing the white long sleeve she'd worn underneath. My stomach burns as I watch her lift her shirt over her head herself, that damn lacy white bra being revealed to me.

"The things this damn bra does to me." I chuckle as my hands trail over her stomach, making her pants build in strength as I trail over her abdomen that my knees are placed on either side of.

Her smirk tells me that she knows fully well what she does to me, her desperate hands groping at my shoulders to tug me down to her. When I grind my hips down onto hers she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, making a grunt escape the back of my throat as I push my hips against hers again, awarding a whimper from her.



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Alex-



"I'm just waiting for a call from them or something." Harry tells me from the other side of the car, his long sleeve back on his chest and covering his broad arms.

My feet are in his lap, his jacket keeping me warm, my shirt somewhere on the floor beneath us.

"My mom always calls to plan everything out." He explains further, fingers trailing over my sock covered feet.

"Call them." I tell him, advising him in maybe being the first to do it this time.

The smile that lit up his face didn't go unnoticed by me, his lips twitching up further in the corners as he speaks.

"Yeah, maybe." He tells me.

I nod my head, and lean it against the window behind me. Chills are covering my legs due to having no pants on, a result to Harry and I's.....activity.

I think back to what he'd said to me, his voice gentle and heart-filled.

"You don't have to do this anymore." He'd told me as he ran his fingers over my thighs in the most gentle touch there could be, his eyes glued onto mine.

It's as if he had been thinking the same thing as he trailed his hand upon my calf, bringing my attention to him.

"I want you to go to therapy Alex." He speaks softly, eyes gentle and caring upon my face.

I gulp, seeing the serious nature in his features.

"I know it brings back old memories, but these panic attacks...." He trails off.

"When they caused you to hurt yourself, that was the last straw for me."

And I knew he was absolutely serious, because it was only an hour ago that he was still angry at me for it.

And if that's what he wanted me to do, I'd do it. Even if it brought back more memories, because I want him to be happy. I want to be happy.

"Okay." I murmur.


*****


2 days later



Tuesdays are days that I love. Because Harry doesn't work and he stays in with me all day. And today, he's doing what he's been saying he would do but hasn't done it. He is calling his Mum.

I sit beside him on the couch as he fumbles his phone around in his hands, fidgeting and nervous all around.

"Call." I tell him, urging him with my hand pushing against his.

He smiles even though I'm pestering him, unlocking his phone and going to his contacts. I couldn't help but giggle at the playful glare he shot me as he brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hey Mum." His voice was murmured when the call was answered after it had rung for a while.

I can hear her voice through the speaker but have no clue what she's saying.

"Yeah, that's what I was calling for." He speaks, his eyes flickering over to my spot on the couch.

"Like usual?" He asks after he's quiet for a while, his mother rambling on the other end of the phone.

"Is Gemma going to be there too?"

"Okay."

"Bye, you too."

That was a short phonecall, plain and simple and without effort. I wondered if that bothered him.

"She said just to come when I usually do." He tells me, letting his phone fall into his lap.

I quirk and eyebrow up, because I don't know when 'usually' is.

"I always go on December 20th." He explains.

"But." A grin takes over his face.

"This time, you're coming along! Which makes it better!" He exclaims, pouncing upon me like an oversized lap dog would do, making me fall back with a string of giggles as he began playfully growling into the crook of my neck.

I knew what was coming as his fingers trailed down to my arms, tickling at the skin underneath. I began to wriggle beneath him and he began to chuckle, my breaths becoming labored as he moved down to my stomach, a large palm securing both of my wrists so I can't hit him; which he knows this usually results to.

"Stop, stop." I breath out, only making him tickle harder and smile wider.

I scream along with my laughs, trying my best to free my legs from underneath his sat position on them.

"You're gunna get hurt if you don't stop!" I yell, getting interrupted from my screams and squeals of laughter.

"Oh, lets see if that'll happen!" He chuckles, torturous fingers tickling at my hips now.

I break my hands free from his grasp in some miraculous way, hitting at his chest, making him giggle like a little, adorable boy. But then, he groans as I grabbed a hold of his peck, twisting my fingers to cause a sense of pain that would cause him to stop torturing me. I began to get lightheaded from how much I was laughing. He doesn't understand how much I hate being tickled.

"Ow!" He exclaims, although I know I couldn't have hurt him that much.

I scramble out from underneath him, falling onto my bum on the floor beneath the couch before standing to my feet.

"I warned you." I laugh breathlessly.

And I knew I was forgiven for 'hurting' him as he smiles widely, but began to back away from him as he stood to his full height.

"Where you going?" He asks me.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly as I back up towards my bedroom, keeping my eyes on his to maybe distract him until I'm close enough to shut myself inside.

"C'mon babe, I won't tickle you."

He tries to look innocent as he says this, putting his hands out for me. I roll my eyes and that makes him laugh, because he knew I can tell he's shitting me. And right as he tries to make a dart for me, my back hits my bedroom door and I open it as fast as I can, closing it behind me even faster to make sure he couldn't make it in with me.

"Oh, come on!" He yells from the other side.

It became quiet as I leant against the door, biting my lip to hold back my wanted giggles.

"Babe, let me in?"

I laugh aloud as I hear him speak from the other side of the wood, knowing he's probably leant against it with arms crossed over his chest.

"If you're wanting me to start singing I'm all alone from Shrek it's not going to happen Alex." He chuckles stunningly after a minute or two, making me laugh along with him.

"I swear, tickle fingers are put away."

It sounded like he was talking to a stubborn child who locked herself in her room from her annoying father, and that makes me giggle to myself. By now I'd had enough of my game, wanting to spend the time I have left with him today because he works tomorrow. So, I get off the door and open it up; forgetting my knowing of him leaning against it, causing him to stumble through the door frame and fall into me, sending both of us to my bedroom floor in thumps and groans. I couldn't help but giggle at how many curse words fled from his pretty lips as we fell. I reach my hand up to get my hair out of my face, struggling to breath beneath Harrys weight.

"Thanks for catching my fall, love." He chuckles, planting a kiss to my lips, making it even harder to breath.




I know it's short and I'm sorry:(

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