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Chapter 58 - Scarlett

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                                                           ●•Scarlett•●

"How’d it go?” he asked, smiling knowingly at me, faking an innocence I knew wasn’t there.

I couldn’t help but shake my head from one side to the other in pure disbelief; he’d never stop being that cheeky, would he? And the answer came one second later, when I looked up at him and he laughed, loudly laughed, then ran his thumb over my cheek, taking his time whilst apparently appreciating my face.

“You really think you’re the best, don’t you?” I asked instead of replying to his previous question, not being able to hide the smile forming on my lips, though.

After all, being there, wrapped in his arms, head falling against his chest, legs tangled and fingers lazily interlocked, skin touching skin every single where, was something I could surely not put in words. Maybe it had something to do with the mixture of caffeine and pizza and nostalgia and also a broken soul; or maybe the smell of fresh shampoo and upcoming rain, and simply skin; but I was happy.

Against everything I ever thought being possible, I was happy. Truly happy. After opening up almost enough to tear me apart; after letting it all out like I’ve never done to anyone before, I was happy. And light. And it wasn’t even fair because I shouldn’t; shouldn’t be feeling this free, this content, this fulfilled. I should be hating on myself for allowing someone else to break into my shields, should be hating on myself for breaking someone’s trust, for running away from someone that clearly needed me to survive.

But, no. I couldn’t.

I was happy.

When I glanced up at Harry and looked into those green irises of his, a lot darker due the almost complete lack of light, watching his silly grin showing off both his dimples, I felt light enough to start floating. My heart was warm as well as my skin, burning with each one of his caresses. His fingerprints pressed to the small of my back gave me the sensation of being protected, watched over, and I smiled. At that mere gesture, he tightened the grip he had on my hand, our knuckles getting white from pressing against each other’s finger bones so hard.

What did I do to deserve such a caring man?

“Your skin is incredibly soft,” he mentioned offhandedly, pulling me closer so that he could hide his face on my hair, feeling the scent of his own shampoo as he kissed the top of it, inhaling as much as he could before he pulled away to properly take in fresh air. Not shampoo fragrance contaminated air.

“Oh, about that. I used your razor, hope you don’t mind,” I said, laughing out loud when Harry wrinkled his nose, tightly shutting his eyes for a brief moment before he opened them again and shook his head, as if he was also shaking the thought away.

“Gross,” he stated, spreading kisses from my ear over to my shoulders, not missing a single part of the way there. “Didn’t need to know that,” he added, now nuzzling on my neck slowly, teasing me with the tip of his nose.

“It’s a fact of life, Styles. Girls shave. So do boys,” and then again he wrinkled his nose, letting his tongue out a bit just to act stubbornly. I was sure he was overly tired, since it was something around 5am and soon it’d probably turn into 24 hours without a single minute of sleep at all, but still, I didn’t want to fall asleep just yet.