If I could fly {h.s} -

CHAPTER 21

After the elevator doors pinged open, we both silently made our way towards the door of Harry's penthouse.

Once inside, I wordlessly took Harry's hand and dragged him though his apartment all the way to the largest bathroom in his home which happened to be the one attached to his bedroom.  I then, ordered him to sit on the toilet seat while I rummaged through the cupboards until I finally came across the first aid kit which was situated on the bottom shelf of the sink cabinet.

I waisted no time in dabbing antiseptic wipes across Harry's cheekbones and knuckles and all the while, he didn't bat an eyelid at the pain.  I continued to make my way around the cuts and once the openings were clean, I bandaged up the ones I could, while I let the ones on his face remain visible.

"you know-" Harry began, almost making me jump. " You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen?" He remarked, staring deeply at me. Something flipped in my stomach and I instantly felt my cheeks heat up. For some peculiar reason, it was only Harry who had ever made me blush.

I laughed, and pretended to check his temperature.

"Wow, compliments? geez, Richard must've hit you hard" I joked,trying to push the attention off me and towards the curl haired boy sat on the toilet lid.

"He must've hit you harder because you don't know how to believe me when I compliment you" He backfired, right before pulling me onto his lap and wrapping his arms around me. he pulled me in close to his chest before moving my legs to be horizontal to his own so they hung off the side.

I rolled my eyes and let my self snuggle into his warm chest and once again we sat silently in the bathroom. However, silence never lasted long between the two of us and soon Harry stood up, with me in his arms and carried me into the bedroom behind the bathroom door. Once my feet reached the soft carpet Harry spoke up.

"Go get a bikini on, or bra and pants, if you don't have one and meet me in the kitchen in five minutes. I want to show you something." slightly confused but even more exited, I padded down the hallway and into my room where I actually managed to find a bikini that Julia slipped in my wardrobe  at some point. I slipped it on and soon joined Harry who stood ready at the kitchen counter, tapping away at his phone before he placed it near the fruit bowl.

" Lets go" He said with a grin on his face. I nodded and watched Harry start towards the back of the house. I was a little confused but followed him anyway through several doors( that I just figured were cupboards the whole time) and up one more flight of stairs.

He opened the final door at the top of the stairs before taking my hand and pulling me through aswell and I was stunned by what I saw. A pool, an infinity pool at that and a hot tub, overlooking the whole skyline of manhattan. Harry had picked the perfect time to come up, as the sun was already about to plunge below the horizon. 

"Wow" I inhaled deeply, taking in the warm breeze that only existed if you were high up, away from other  buildings that blocked the nightly wind. I glanced around noticing that there was a deck filled with large pillows and beanbags of different shapes sizes and colours with goblets of candles and so on. 

"This is very bohemian for a Manhattan man like yourself." I hummed admirably. My eyes followed the string of fairy lights around the large span of the roof garden until they landed on the boy who grinned at me with a nostalgic glint in his mossy eyes. 

"I haven't told anyone about this, apart from my friends from college who come up here when they visit. We used to all be into this stuff, you know, listening to vinyl s and renovating buses and travelling through the states and europe. God, we got into trouble so many times.." He recited, fading away into a cloud of good memories.

"You really went on road trips? I've always wanted to do those. I want to learn to surf and go all the way up the west coast and surf in every place I can." I said dreamily, as if I was planning my own trip in my head. Of course, when I thought of it, Harry would definitely be in the picture considering he was one of my only friends that I have ever had. Richard had always isolated me from people.

"We went on ones roughly four times a year, but in the winter months we'd drive through france and then rent a chalet, and go skiing or snowboarding all week. In the summer we did the big ones and picked a whole country to tour around." He explained, placing his towel on the sun lounger and doing the same with mine. 

"Come on. We're going to miss the sunset at this rate." Harry ushered me towards the edge of the pool .

"Hell no, I haven't taken off my clothes yet!" I battered his chest until he released my shoulders. He huffed before he stood, waiting with lingering eyes. 

" I'm not taking my clothes off until you get in the pool." I sassed, wrapping my arms around my body and stomping my foot slightly. He tried to hold back his smile as he rolled his eyes but he complied to my request and started his way down the steps and into the glowing aquamarine liquid. Once I made sure that he was making his way inside, I began to strip off my clothes that covered my swimwear and before the perverted boy had a chance to see me, I ran as quick as I could into the pool and submerged myself into the water. 

"Damn, I missed the show" He pouted. I watched as he lay on his back and with an effortless push of the side of the pool, he propelled himself to the edge of the infinity pool and gestured for me to do the same. 

  I Arrived silently at his side, resting my chin on my folded arms on the edge of the pool and watched the sun go down as Harry told me all of the adventures that he had on his many road trips. He had many admirable traits, but one of my favourites was that he never forgets where he came from....

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