WASP – Breathe  

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I couldn't fall asleep. I was lying on the guy's chest and didn't know how to tell him about the wedding. I don't like secrets. I hate lying to people who are dear to me. Harry was exactly one of those people. I am lying to him, though he's also hiding something. I know that he's not sleeping, probably he's staring at the ceiling and thinking about something.

"Harry?" I asked quietly.

"Yes..." he replied.

Harry started stroking my back, that gave me goosebumps.

"You'll have to answer on my questions," I said, getting up a little bit.

I was looking into his eyes now. He shifted his gaze away discontentedly, he didn't want to answer.

"I know. Maybe you'll torture me with your questions tomorrow?" he groaned, removing one hand under his head. I gently hit his shoulder.

The guy smiled, his hair was laying on the pillow chaotically. We were lying, covered with blanket and talking effortlessly again.

"Fine. But ask only right questions..." he replied, jokingly.

I nuzzled into his chest with my chin and wondered.

"How can I know whether they are right or not?" I asked, frowning. Harry kept stroking my back gently and looking at the ceiling.

"Right - are the ones which have answers like 'yes' or 'no'..." he answered, almost laughing. Looks like he's in a good mood.

"It won't do," I got up from the bed and headed after my pajamas.

I can't sleep in bra and jeans. I quickly ran to the dresser, took out a T-shirt and headed over the bathroom, covering with it.

"Why do you need a T-shirt?" Harry asked, when I was passing by the bed.

"That's my pajamas," I replied to him.

He tried to snatch it from me, but I quickly skipped to another side.

"Oh, that girly things..." Harry said, showing his dimples.

He moved both his hands under his head and spread on my bed contentedly.

"I'll be right back and you'll have to answer," I said as serious as possible.

"What if I'll fall asleep and won't answer?" he asked with the same joyful voice.

"I'll wake you up then."

"What if I'll be very cute at sleep and you won't be able to wake me up?" Harry shouted.

I was standing in front of the mirror and smiled unconsciously, as I imagined him sleeping.

"I'll wake you up anyway!" I shouted.

In response, I heard a snore and laughed, because I know that he's pretending.

"So that's how you're sleeping cutely? By the way, your snoring isn't pretty!" I shouted.

In response, I heard Harry's laugh. I almost washed up and wanted to get out of the bathroom, when I heard his husky voice.

"But is it possible to snore prettily?"

I wondered for a little bit, trying to imagine a beautiful snore. Nothing came to my mind.

"No, actually," I replied, entering the room.

Harry was lying in the same pose, but as he saw me, he quickly turned on his side and pretended as if he's sleeping.

"Harry, cut it out, I know that you're not sleeping," I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

The guy wasn't answering, he kept pretending. Eyes are half-closed, edges of his lips are lifted. He reminded me of an angel who was flying by and decided to sleep on my bed. Harry really was sleeping cutely. "No, I wouldn't dare to wake him up," I thought. I gently touched him and removed his hair from face.

"Although, your snoring is pretty..." he said quietly, not opening his eyes. I abruptly put my hand away.

"What? I don't snore at all!" I resented.

"Yeah-yeah, you snore, Emily, especially when you're drunk," the guy kept saying, laughing.

I pushed him in the shoulder, wherefore he grabbed me. I was lying next to him now and enjoying his laugh.

"Remember, when we dragged you through the window?" he asked, covering us with a blanket.

"Well almost..." I answered honestly.

Now he'll definitely say something funny about me.

"When we finally dragged you to the room, I was just about to leave, but you asked me to stay," he kept telling me with his tempting voice.

These words made me squirm, I wouldn't have asked an unfamiliar guy to stay.

"It's not true, there was no such a thing!" I started to resent and Harry nodded in response.

I raised my hand and wanted to punch him, but he managed to grab my hand.

"Listen or I won't tell the most interesting part..." Harry said, while I was staring at him aggrievedly.

"You fell asleep, I was wandering around your room and bam - such a snore!" the guy began to laugh, it was obviously funny for him, but not for me.

I grabbed a pillow and smack it against his head, but the brunette kept laughing.

"And then I thought: such a cute girl and snores like a drunk man!" Harry added laughing and grabbed a pillow from my hands.

"Hey, enough already, it's not funny, you're making up everything!" I wanted to push him off the bed, but he was stronger than me.

"Like I have nothing better to do, it's a pure truth," Harry said, throwing a pillow at me.

I lied down on my side aggrievedly and covered myself, hiding my head under the blanket. The guy repeated after me without missing a beat. We were lying under the blanket face to face. I felt his breath on my skin and his hair tickled my face.

"How did you get in America?" I asked.

When we were sitting with my dad at the table, he said that he lived in England. It was interesting to know how he got in America.

"No," he replied whispering.

"What no?" I asked, looking at his face.

"Wrong question, go on..." he answered, hugging my waist.

I wanted to push him and remove his hand, but I didn't want him to stop answering on my questions.

"Tell me about your mom?" I asked a next question.

"No," he replied.

"Where did you get the money for education and apartment?"

"No," he answered again.

I frowned, not knowing which questions I can ask to hear a normal answer.

"Do you have friends?" I asked the easiest question which came to my mind.

"Four and you know them..." he finally answered.

Images of Brian, Chris, Ted and Matt immediately appeared in my head.

"How long do you know them?" I asked, stroking his shoulder.

"For a long time..." the brunette replied, whispering in my ear.

Harry obviously wanted to change the topic, but I kept asking.

"How did you meet?" I continued.

"No," I heard a familiar voice again.

Harry put his hand under my T-shirt and started stroking my skin, that made shivers running up and down my spine. I gulped nervously and tried to ask a question.

"Who were those people with whom you fought today?" I finally asked, trying to talk so that my voice sounded normal.

But it was hard, because Harry started kissing my neck.

"No," he whispered.

I didn't know where to put my hands, one was on Harry's shoulder and the other one I put under my head. I tried to show my disinterest and calmness.

"You were boxing?" I said somehow.

"No, wrong question..." Harry answered, kissing me on the lips.

I couldn't resist and answered on his kiss, but I drew back when I felt that Harry was trying to take my T-shirt off. I threw the blanket off abruptly and punched him in the chest.

"For crying out loud! You answer 'no' to almost all of my questions!" I started to complain, adjusting my T-shirt.

"I'm sorry, but I promise that soon you'll find out about everything..." Harry replied, recovering his breath.

I sat down and raised my eyebrow, showing that one "sorry" won't be enough.

"Fine. I like eating pineapples. Is this an appropriate information?" the guy asked, smiling and looking into my eyes.

"Pineapples?" I was surprised.

I was waiting for him to tell about England and how he moved, or why did get into the fight, and here you go pineapples.

"Also, I like watching movies and spend time with my friends, I like rain..." the brunette kept jabbering.

I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. All what I was left to do, was just to keep listening to him. Harry looked like a child right now, he was jabbering so nervously and fast.

"I like to listen to good music, I like camping, but only if it's not too cold outside..." he continued, gesticulating.

I kept looking at him blankly. I was wondering, what is he hiding, if he can't share it with me?

"So, are you satisfied?" he asked, as he finally stopped to speak.

"That's actually not what I really wanted to hear... " I replied.

"That's what I can tell you about me..." Harry said, almost offended. He turned away and lied on his side.

"So that how they look, these 'right questions'," I said laughing.

I wouldn't have been able to ask him those right questions. I lied down behind him, waiting that he'll turn to me.

"Why pineapples?" I kept laughing, thinking that he'll start laughing as well.

Looks like he got offended that he can't tell me the easiest things and it was bothering him. Harry just couldn't communicate with me like an ordinary guy, he always had to think over the answers ahead. What is he hiding? Why is he silent? It would be much easier for him, if he shared with me. I felt sorry for him, only four friends and constant secrets. I stopped laughing and moved to him closer, and then hugged him gently.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered.

As I sat up, I put my head on his shoulder, but Harry didn't move and didn't react in any way.

"I like pineapples too, I like rain and thunder..." I started to speak, maybe it will cheer him up somehow.

"My favorite song is 'Nothing else matters' by Metallica..." I continued, but the guy was silent. I turned away and lied down on my side.

We were lying back to back now. I stared into the darkness, hoping that Harry will turn around and hug me.

"So close no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters..." Harry quoted lines from my favorite song.

"Never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way. All these words I don't just say. And nothing else matters. Trust I seek and I find in you..." Harry kept whispering, turning to me. It got so warm on my heart.

He wasn't angry anymore, right now he was sincere. The guy nuzzled with his nose in my hair and I began to smile. I started to wonder about the lyrics of the song, they describe our relationship perfectly, when we're together - nothing else matters.

"Good night, Emily..." the guy finally said.

"Good night, Harry..." I answered whispering.