The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 62 - Night of Stars (Mature)

I didn't want Monday to come, I did, and well, I truly didn't.

I was pacing around, and I kept thinking of how Harry would behave. He would be so tough and grouchy, who knows what he would do or talk me into? I didn't want to lose the grip I had on him, or what grip it felt like I had. I didn't want to lose the guy that called me baby and played with my hair. I didn't want to lose his hands gently on my hips and his smile on my skin, and his laugh, God I loved his laugh. I wanted him with me, really with me instead of kicking me while I was down, like I knew he'd do.

"Come over," I said softly into my phone, lying on my side in bed. It was Sunday night.

"We have work to do in the morning."

"So just stay till I fall asleep. I can't go to bed. I can't get comfortable. Please, come over?"

He released a heavy sigh. "I'll be over in fifteen." He hung up and I smiled a bit, happy he agreed. I was scared Cold Harry would be here and he'd push me away.

I heard a knock some time later and hopped up, seeing him shaking out his hair. His eyes met mine and I felt my heart skip a damn beat.

"Hi," I said quietly.

"Hey," He walked in and I shut the door, we headed over to my room. I crawled into bed and he lingered. I admired his gray jeans, and faded worn blue t shirt and a black jacket that hung open, unzipped.

I smiled. "Why won't you come in?"

"I don't want to hook up tonight."

"O-Oh?" I was a bit taken back.

"Not, no that came out wrong." He smiled. "I just don't want to get tired and crash here. I want to be up and ready for tomorrow."

"You're making me super, super nervous."

"You should be."

I swallowed. "Get in bed, please?" he did as I asked, his shoes being kicked off with his jacket. He climbed into bed with me. I was staring into his eyes.

"What? You invited me over to look?" he was barking a bit.

"Hey," I moved closer, sliding one of my legs between his to entangle myself with him. "Don't get snotty, not tonight. This is my last night with Happy Harry."

He laughed loudly. "When am I ever, ever, Happy Harry?"

"I would hope when you're with me." I said quietly. He said nothing to that and just pushed me up with him a bit closer. I let go of a dreamy sigh and started playing with the fabric on his t shirt. "I've always wanted to go to a rock concert."

"You haven't?"

"No sir. I think it would be fun to go to a real music show, I mean, not a classical piece in a music hall. I want somewhere grungy and fun, loud and smells like beer."

"Why?" I felt him smile, playing with my hair. His fingers would follow the strands, then were double backing and twirling.

"I don't know, I've just wanted to expand myself even more. We still have to go to Times Square at four am."

"We do," he tugged on my hair and sighed.

"Are you stressed?" I felt him nod. "Anything I can do?"

"Just get through this week."

"I'll do my best." I took a breath. "I think if you have faith in me I can do it." My voice was like a delicate piece of thread, so easily broken. "You... you're right about an awful lot, you've taught me more than anyone out there. I think if you think I could do it... I can."