Resolution

28. Nothing

"Take my hand and I'll show you the way. Look me in the eyes and tell me you feel the same."

Song: Nothing

Artist: Lewis Watson

I wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, but at some point during our kiss, Harry had pushed me backward to his bed. His long body hovered over mine, his hips falling lightly between my thighs as he held what little of his weight that wasn't supported by my body with his elbows. One of his forearms had wound beneath my neck, his fingers twisting in my hair while his other fell lazily by my head.

I hummed quietly as I felt his lips tickle at my neck, their soft fullness pressing into my skin every so often in a whisper of a kiss. My hands never stopped raking gently down his sides, my fingers grazing over the soft fabric of his sweater. His chest was pressed against mine, the weight of it pushing me into the mattress in the most comforting way. I loved the way he rested his weight on me, the pressure of his body lingering against every inch of mine, and I found myself wishing he'd let his arms relax so all of his weight would be on me.

Neither of us were speaking, the crushing emotion of the past few days and the revelation we had made tonight mentally exhausting us. I was drained, and I knew he was, too; I could feel it in the lazy way he laid on top of me, in the languid kisses he placed on my neck, and the tightness that remained in his chest when he breathed above me.

"Relax, baby," I breathed as I let my hands shift to his lower back, the pads of my fingers circling into the tight muscles there. He let out a soft exhale, the warm air trickling across my neck as he let his muscles loosen, his weight pressing down on me even more. Again, his lips pressed lightly into the soft skin of my neck, their pucker lingering against me for a few seconds.

"I feel like I'm crushing you," he grumbled lightly, his voice muffled by my neck.

"You're not. I love it," I told him. I could feel him smiling against my throat.

"Good."

I tilted my head to the side to kiss his temple, which was the only bit of him I could reach with my lips. I let my hands slip under his sweater, the soft fabric brushing against the backs of my hands as I let my fingers trace light patterns against his skin, which felt hot against my own.

It felt so incredible to be back here with him, his body wrapped around and covering mine and his lips tickling my skin just as I had longed for. Every gentle touch he gave me soothed the ache I had dealt with for the last few days, and it was all but erased at this point. He was healing me so quickly, the damage he had inflicted nearly gone as I lay beneath him. I couldn't stop touching him, my fingers needing to feel the tangible proof that we were actually together again.

I had missed him so much in only two days of being without him.

One of Harry's feet slid down mine, his long legs bending to allow him to do so. His smile against my neck widened and I heard him chuckle deeply.

"What?" I asked, curious as to what had suddenly made him laugh.

"Did you forget to wear shoes?" he asked, raising his head from my neck to look at me, an amused expression on his face.

I blinked, thinking back to stumbling from my apartment and tripping on the tile... the tile that had been cold and uneven against my bare feet.

"I did," I said, the sudden realization hitting me. I had been so preoccupied with going to Harry and coming to his house that I hadn't even realized I was still barefoot. His laughter grew even more, his chest shaking against mine as the beautiful sound of it filled the room.