Here In Your Arms

I feel warm fingertips and nails on my cheek, I lean into the touch and I know that I have an idiotic grin strapped onto my face. There’s no sun shining through the curtain, so it’s still really early. I let my eyes flutter open and see two giant jade gems staring back at me. “Hello love.” I breathe and lean forward to kiss him. He stops me.



“What time did you get home? Where were you? What took you so long? Why didn’t you call me?” He’s interrogating.



“About one in the morning, the meeting, pile up on the highway that took me four hours to go around and get home, and my mobile battery died.” I reply. I really want to kiss him. I lean forward again, to only be pushed away once more.



“Is everything okay, you had me worried almost sick! I called Seamus at ten and he said he didn’t know where you were and the last time he saw you it was when you left the building at eight, and I was really upset because I thought that you were in the pile up, and I don’t think I could live without you and…and…” He’s almost hyperventilating and starting to cry.



“Shhhh, Harry love, its okay, I’m here now. It just took me awhile to get home. Don’t worry.” I take him into my arms and kiss his neck. It’ll do for now.



“I missed you quite terribly.” He whispers into my ear, tear marks on his face.



“It’s okay. I’m okay. Traffic around was hell, and then I nearly ran out of gas, but I’m okay….” I’m cut off when he dives at my lips, and I’m pleased that I finally got my kiss.



“Better now?” I ask quite breathlessly when he’s done assaulting my mouth.



“Yep…” he yawns and snuggles up to me. “More sleep time now.” He closes his eyes and sighs deeply.



“I like how you think.” And I wrap my arms around the smaller man and sigh. He makes my life all worth while.



***



I reawaken to the same fingers, and realize that I’ve once again overslept. I really couldn’t give a damn. It’s not like anyone’s relying on me besides the bundle of love that’s stroking my face.



“What’s in the plans for today, sweets?” I have no clue what today is, even though the look on his face tells me I should know.



“Today’s my exhibit opening. I thought I should get you up so we can go to the spa for our appointment, I need my nails taken care of before the reception tonight.”



Shit! That’s what that was. It’s okay, he’ll forgive me; we hardly ever remember anything—that’s what a calendar is for.



“Right, thanks for waking me; do I have time for a shower? I feel so gross!” I’m still in my shirt and pants from the day before.



“A quick one, I need one too. I’ll go upstairs, and you get down here.” He says and takes off to get the good shower.



“BASTARD!” I call after him. I chortle and make my way to the downstairs bath. The shower has less pressure, but it’ll get the job done. I shampoo and condition my hair quickly, run upstairs in nothing but a towel and pull on a hoodie and jeans. I have to change my sweatshirt when I realize it’s the one I rolled in paint with. I pull on the new one and run outside with Harry. We hop into his truck and he drives. That’s when I remember why I usually drive when we go places, especially when we’re late, because he drives like a jerk and an even bigger one when he’s rushed. The huge pickup was a bad vehicle choice for him because he tends to intimidate with it.



We arrive and park. We jog up to the entrance to be led into the ‘treatment’ area. We both have manicures and pedicures. I choose the classic clear shine polish, while Harry does black with white tips. Typical emo artist, but that’s why I love him.



We go back home to have some late lunch and get ready. Harry flat irons his hair; side parts it and puts in the defining gel that brings out the sharp layers cut into his usually messy mop. He has a pair of tight black straight legged skinny dress pants, black button down and dark charcoal white pinstriped tie laid out. I simply brush my hair and put some defining gel into the locks that fall just below my ear. I wear a similar pair of pants, although they aren’t quite so narrow legged, my suit jacket, a deep green button down with a silver and black tie.



“You look oh so Slytherin.” He teases as he puts on his black eyeliner at his bureau.



“You look so emo!” And I run away as I know that he’s probably chasing me with whatever was in reach. I turn and look to see what it is. It’s a foam sword that one of the Weasley children left at the house awhile ago. I start to laugh and throw my hands up in surrender. “You win!”



“Of course I do.” He smooches me noisily, and turns back to the bedroom to finish putting on his eyeliner.



I proceed downstairs. He’s down in only a minute, and we’re off to the local art gallery to show Harry’s work off. It’s just a chance to sell some of his art is all, he doesn’t like doing the public events, but he likes to get the feedback on his paintings. That’s why he dresses like a depressed teenager, so most people will leave him alone.



I drive the fifteen minutes there in relative silence. He’s tracing the falling raindrops on his window.



“I like where we are when we drive in your car.” He whispers, barely audible.



“I like where we are here.” I give the response.



A few minutes later we’re there.



“HARRY!” I hear Seamus as I’m opening the door. He said he couldn’t make it, but apparently was mistaken.



Seamus bounces up to us, with Clyde trailing a few feet behind him.



“What brings you here? I thought that you had some thing you had to go to tonight?” Harry asks.



“Got cancelled. Anyhow, Draco, I started recording the song today. It’s going to be the second release on the album. I wanted it to be the first, but it’s already out. This’ll be the one that comes out the same time as the album. And Harry dear, wonderful reception. Clyde here wanted to see more of your work than you have hanging in your beautiful home. So that’s why we’re here.”



“Wow, Seamus, thanks!” Harry hugs him, and then flags down a waiter with a try full of champagne, snagging a glass for all four. “To us!” He toasts.



“To us!” We repeat and down the golden liquid.



***



A few hours later, when only a few people remained at the cocktail party, Harry and I bid good bye to Seamus and Clyde as they head home to just outside of London. We drive out of town and down the country roads to the ‘farm’. Harry is exhausted from being nonchalant to the media that was present. He pours himself into bed. He most likely didn’t sleep well last night since I wasn’t home. I crawl in next to him, and he’s snuggling so close I can feel his heart beating.



“I love you.” I hear from somewhere near my ear. “Thank you for helping me hide tonight.”



“No problem and I love you too.” I kiss black locks that are lying flat for once.



“I like where you sleep here…” Harry yawns and is gone to see the pixies of dreamland.



Poor dear, he must not have got much sleep last night if he’s out so early, it’s only ten o’clock. I still can’t believe he missed me ‘terribly’. I can’t help but want to hold him closer, even though it’s not possible.



My mind is starting to go blurry, but lines are starting to come together in my mind…something like:



You are the one that lies close to me

The one who whispers ‘I missed you quite terribly’



I don’t know how the rest of it will go, but the warm even breathe of my lover drawing across my chest is pulling me into the world that he’s in.





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A/N: SO SORRY! I thought that I had posted this chapter already! But here it is! SO SORRY that it took so long. Life has been hellish lately for me and my beta, but just a quick warning: Only three chapters left after this one! REVIEW PLEASE!