Hideaway [h.s]

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Amelia Adams

/Present Day/

The night terrors went on every night for the next three days. Harry would either try to hurt himself or scream bloody murder some way or another and I was there to hold him until he fell back asleep or woke up.

But on the fourth night, they stopped.

Harry got a full nights sleep for the first time in nearly a week. It was great for the both of us. I woke up for the first time today with a feeling of ease and tranquil. He was missing from the bed when I woke up but when I ventured down to the kitchen, he was whistling and cooking stuff in a frying pan. He took the scolding iron on the burner and turns off the stove, walking over to the fridge.

I was standing in the doorway, watching him from afar like so many times ago. He was unaware that I was there, opening the fridge up and searching his eyes through the shelves in need of something. Of course he was missing a shirt- when did he ever have one on? He was in those grey track pants, and god they were hanging low on his sculpted hips. His v-lines were so sharp, narrowing down to the submissive band of the grey material.

Him standing at the fridge like this reminded me of the first time I examined him from a far that second day I knew him. He was standing the exact same way as he was right now.

/Harry stood there with the refrigerator door open. He ponders through the fridge before turning his head towards me. His black shirt is missing from his body and I stare at the black ink trailing down his skin. I imagined he had tattoos, but not so many.

"Can I help you?" He says, breaking my thoughts as I awkwardly stare at his body. My eyes quickly dart to his the minute he speaks.

"Amelia if you want to stare at my body with your big doe eyes, at least try not to be so obvious about it." He says before shutting the fridge./

I remember the mere memory like it happened yesterday. It was the first time I analyzed every edge of his anatomy, feeling trapped in a trance because I never seen something so alluring. From the beginning I was always intrigued by this man in the littlest ways- even with the circumstances.

"Oh babe I didn't see you there, good morning." He shuts the fridge with a smile.

"Hey, sorry I didn't mean to stare." I chuckle while walking to meet his frame.

"You can stare all you want princess." He snickers while leaning down for a quick kiss.

I smile as our lips meet, kissing him back. With instinct, I deepen the kiss so it became more passionate and stimulating, causing him to freeze out of surprise. He inhaled through his nose in shock as I moved out lips together so it was more then just a peck.

He pulls back and looks down at me with a toothy smile but a confused look on his face at the same time.

"Someone's eager for quarter past ten." He chuckles while his lips became a deeper shade of pink from kissing me.

"Is their a problem?" I laugh a bit while placing my hands against his chest.

"No, no of course not. I'm just surprised." He smiles before dipping his head down to kiss me again.

He leads me into the more heated kiss this time, our lips locking together like they were meant to stay that way for eternity. He kept a firm grip to my hips while I ran my hands down his firm torso, feeling the tanned skin passing beneath my fingers.