CHAPTER 2 – '…The Clouds Above Opened Up and Let It Out'

As Harry gets changed and starts to fall asleep, I get up and rush off to the bathroom. I could never fall asleep right after having sex. I always felt all dirty and sticky, so I always took a shower right afterwards. Harry made fun of me for that, but he always enjoyed smelling me after I came back from the shower. I let the cool water run over me, cooling me down from the heat that Harry caused to rise inside of me. He had that way with me. He made me feel things that no one made me feel. He made me forget about the trivial things that clouded my life and he just made me happy.

But he also occupied a lot of my thoughts. Not always in a good way. He made me worry. See, we had this arrangement, more like I came up with this arrangement to help preserve my feelings. We lived at opposite ends of the Atlantic. He lived in England, had his band, his fame, his friends, his family, his whole life over there. I lived in Canada, and had everything that was important to me here. Except him.

I met him here in Canada, when his band was trying to break it in North America. They were doing some Frosh Week University tours, and they did a concert at my university, just before my second year began. I had heard of his band, since I was completely obsessed with England and everything to do with it. So when I heard they were coming to play at my university, I was excited. I thought 'Yes! A little bit of England here to me!' What I didn't expect was actually being able to meet the band afterwards, the band coming to one of my friends after parties since they weren't quite so famous over here, and me and Harry hooking up after the party.

He left for England after two weeks, two weeks that we spent a good amount of time together. But I told him before he left, that this would never work. He protested, saying we should try. But I gave him something better. I knew that with his band he would be very busy, too busy to have a needy, whiney girlfriend to have to worry about. And I knew that with my second year of university starting I would be swamped with labs, assignments and just school work in general. So, we made a deal. We would keep in touch, definitely. But we would remain uncommitted. If he pleased, he could see other people, and I could do the same.

I never ended up seeing anyone else though; I just didn't have time for it. From what I knew, he never saw anyone else either, but I'm sure if he did, he wouldn't be eager to disclose it to me. So, for my own sanity, I just tried not to think about him with anyone else. He came to visit me a couple of times over the past couple of months, but it was never for long. It was a couple of days here and there when he wasn't busy. I would have gone to visit him, but him being the big musician he is, he had a greater 'disposable' income than a university student would. I also could never get away. With labs, midterms, and working on weekends, I never had any time off. So, he made the effort. And I could not express how happy that made me feel.

What I didn't expect was my feelings. They had a mind of their own. I was feeling more strongly for him than I ever thought I would. How did I let my feelings get so out of hand? I'm supposed to be focusing on studying. That's what I told everyone when they asked me 'why don't you have a boyfriend?'. I had even lied to my parents, telling them I was completely focused on school and nothing else. Little did they know I was involved in an uncommitted affair with a British musician that I saw sporadically and had mind-blowing sex with. Or that I was starting to fall for this musician and that he filled my thoughts more than chemistry or biology did in a day. I was deep in this and I couldn't stop it.

After my shower, I dried off, got dressed in clean pyjamas, and went back to my room. I quietly picked up my textbooks, ones I had spent a fortune on. The same books that, just moments ago, I had flung to the floor not caring what happened to them. I re-organized my notes and glanced around the room. My eyes fell on the peaceful Harry, breathing heavily as he slept in my bed. I went to my desk and cracked open my books. I sighed deeply, remembering what I had been doing before Harry turned up. I was studying for my organic chemistry midterm that was in two days. Oh how I hate midterms.

So I buried my head in my books, and continued to study for the next couple of hours. Every once in a while, I caught myself glancing over at the sleeping boy lying in my bed. I couldn't help it but, every time I looked over, a small smile played across my face. After two hours, I threw in the towel, and decided that I needed to sleep. So I crawled into bed, next to Harry and turned my back to him.

Just as I was about to drift into sleep, I felt an arm snake around my waist and felt his head nuzzle into the back of my neck and start to kiss it gently.

"Finally, I couldn't sleep properly until you came to bed" he whispered.

"I sleep better with you here as well" I stated.

I closed my eyes and started to drift off.

"By the way, you smell nice" he said as he inhaled the smell from my hair.

A soft smile crossed my lips, and I fell asleep.

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