the journal - h.s.

93

/part 1 of double update/

[amber's pov]

"Well, that was depressing," Louis laughed and jumped up from his seat on the floor. Since Louis had been cheering for the bad guy the entire movie through he was probably the only one finding the ending depressing, but he had insisted on the 'good guys' simply being too dumb to root for. Meanwhile I looked up at Harry to see the curly haired boy smile from amusement. Just the sight of it pulled at the corners of my mouth, while Jenny turned in her armchair to get up as well, "you can stay - Louis and I will do the dishes." She told us as I had motioned to get up and help.

Louis had disappeared out into the kitchen with a few of our plates in his hands already; Jenny followed him closely behind with the rest and I pushed myself up from the couch pulling my favorite thing in the room with me. He had worked heavenly fine as a real life warm pillow that moreover would hug and kiss you till you felt dizzy with happiness; occasionally even whisper heartbreaking angelic things to me the movie through.

"You know how this works, right?" I asked with a soft playful smirk on my lips as I took a few steps backwards leading Harry with me over to the stereo system. I was so happy I could barely contain it and he looked so marvelous it made my heart bewildered as to how he could possibly be mine. Be with me. Be my boyfriend. Even the word made my heart flutter and smile wider, as he grinned softly back at me with the tender green eyes which wouldn't let go off me for anything in the world. He seemed a little dozy with a sip of dreaminess after having been sitting with me in the somewhat dark room while the film had been rolling.

He held onto my hand and gave me a toothy smile that made everything in my heart crumble wonderfully into glitter. He leaned closer to me sneaking his arm around my waist and gave me such a soft kiss on my neck that it would make the touch of silk seem like sandpaper; he held me close to him while he turned us slightly and his gaze found the black stereo system as he rested his chin on my shoulder. The pitch black stereo system looked more like a dark supercomputer than anything else; it looked confusing to say the least. But maybe this was to expect considering a musician lived here as well. My musician.

He hummed softly and I watched how his fingers pressed a few of the buttons and he searched through the little black ipod which I was pretty sure belonged to Jenny considering the various stickers. I didn't know the song he had chosen, but he kept humming against my skin.

"You're sure it's not that one?" I asked better knowingly with a giggle and pointed at some random button not knowing at all what it would do. He chuckled softly at my silly question as the music suddenly started floating out into the room drowning the sound from the kitchen of the running tap water.

"I'm pretty sure you'll like it, love," he mumbled as I listened closely to the creamy melody that sounded like wavy silk through the air while I held onto his arms around me. Love. He had called me love and picked a song according to what he believed I would like? My fluttering heart could barely keep up. He spun me carefully around as the words 'he's got that lazy love' filled the room; his lips found mine as the next line sounded through the living room.

The cold bare brick wall which shielded off the street met my back and I tip toed to get closer to him. His every move was dripping with affection and yearning, as he followed the skin up my arm with his hand. A dizzy smile tugged at his lips while my lips carefully travelled over his jawline; he had placed his hands on the wall on either side of me sheltering me from the rest of the room, but I didn't mind one bit.

I cupped his face and his eyes fluttered open to watch me; faces only a few inches apart. His eyes were swimming with the burning green affection and my cheeks were colored red from the sensation of it. Not a second went by till he couldn't handle the craving any longer and leaned in for more; a giggle passed my lips. He felt so wonderfully warm like those mornings when your duvet would be the perfect temperature and you just wanted to stay forever. Our kiss deepened but we had both already fallen far too deep into love; only love. But he was with me and I could feel his body against mine both saving me and making me fall apart.