My Chapter 27 drabble for Awkward Beat.
I just have a lot of feelings. I hope you like it Cat!
"Will you stay?"
Harry figured Fitz didn’t realize the gravity of those words when she whispered them. Hell, Harry didn’t even think he realized the impact of those three words once they were out in the open. But there they were, hanging in the air by an invisible thread, and there they were, waiting for Harry’s next move.
It wasn’t an unknown fact that Harry craved Ftiz’s attention; she absentmindedly did things that made Harry even more entranced with her very existence. But it was the little things that she did, the things that couldn’t be captured with Niall’s camera that trapped Harry tighter and tighter into Fitz’s snare.
Like during their second time, when Fitz asked him how much he wanted her. He’d replied with only a “really fucking bad”, but what was he actually thinking? To be quite honest, he didn’t really know himself; he only knew that there was nothing, absolutely nothing that could top the complete and utter adoration he felt for Fitz in that moment.
Or during Niall’s film shoot, when they were both drunk off their asses. Fitz’s whisky-clouded brain was focused on him and only him, something he’d give anything for to happen in a more sober setting.
Every day even, when Fitz brought him her sandwiches from the Hub Pub after her shift. No matter what, she never forgot about him when it came to providing him with a quality meal. She unknowingly had Harry wrapped around her little finger; and he was determined to make sure she knew what she was capable of.
And so, when the two of them stood at their doors after a long and tumultuous day of martial activities, Harry could have done two things:
1. Logical Harry would have come up with some pathetic excuse to avoid getting roped into what would have probably been another regretful night. He would’ve given Fitz that grin that he knew she loved, and he would’ve retreated into his room and contemplated what he could do to make himself better, to make himself worthy of having Fitz.
2. Selfish Harry would’ve have ignored the small percentage of his sober mind. He would have taken Fitz into her room and had his way with her, but not in that rough, passion-driven way that he so often experienced with nameless bodies after a night of booze and dancing. He would’ve made sweet, sweet love to her, making her beg and plead for more, and he’d give her more and more until they were both high on bliss.
And in that moment, when Fitz breathed those three words into the tense air around the two, Harry wanted Fitz so badly to the point where he wished he could inhale those words, inhale her wants and desires and make them part of himself, completely inseperable from his being. He wanted to make Fitz happy, he wanted to make her feel how every part of him ached for her all the time. He wanted her.
So naturally, selfish Harry won the draw.