stars, hide your fires

I might be there. I wouldn’t be too much of a distraction, would I?

I'll try not to lose my focus. I don''t think anyone would be able to blame me if I did though.

You Will Never Sleep Alone II Harley and Natalia

Ever since she left, a million different ‘what if’ scenarios had run rampant through her mind, most of them involving the possibilities of what would have happened if she had told Harley. And most of them had ended up with him hurt in some way or another, and that was what had fueled her being set that she did what was best. But now that she was back and so close to him once more, it was hard for her to remember anything but the way he made her feel.

She didn’t know what they were. For all she knew, Harley could have met someone else while she was away, and she’d be considered a home wrecker despite him having been the one to invite her to move in. She didn’t know where he stood on them. There were a million different possibilities. But all of those fled her mind while their lips were together once more. But it ended a bit fast for her liking, but there was a task at hand and he was good for remembering that. “Uh, yeah,” she said, regaining her bearings as she bent down beside her bags, “That would be great and make it go that much faster,” she added as she opened one and began taking stuff out of it.

Harley couldn't stop his mind from going back to before Natalia had left. Things had been good then. He had made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it. He could remember leaning towards her slowly, until her face was no longer in focus. Her hair had almost fell over Harley’s shoulder like a curtain and his eyes closed. She smelled like Autumn- like Apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He'd felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. He had kissed her quickly and then pulled back quickly. When he remembered where he was and opened his eyes and the feeling of sorrow came back, realising that the past couple of months hadn't been a dream and she truly had left him, in a storm of colour and force and sensation, the most he could do was hold on to Natalia and hope he could weather it.

He wasn't sure what the two of them represented. Harley loved her, he knew that, and he hoped that somewhere within her she could find the idea to love him again too. She said that she wanted some help and he began to assist with her unpacking. "Tell me if I put anything in the wrong place," he smiled sheepishly. Harley began to put stuff away in places he assumed she would want them. He didn't really have a system with his own clothing and figured that, given time, their belongings would mix together anyway. There had been plenty of times when she'd been caught wearing his clothes before, so it wouldn't surprise him.

I might be able to do that.

Saturday nights, babe.

noel-tapia-blog

"It’s any day ending in ‘day’. Tomorrow, I’ll make up another stat about Wednesdays. Just you wait."

"I look forward to it. And I'm sure it will be totally true."

#c:noel

You Will Never Sleep Alone II Harley and Natalia

She hated being like this. It wasn’t her. She wasn’t the girl who got nervous or ever let herself feel intimidated, but here she was, feeling completely unsure of herself for the first time in a very long time. With everything that had transpired between her and Harley, she was terrified that things would never go back to the way they were before she left. She knew that leaving was what had been best for her, but she was definitely regretting not telling him. She knew that everything would be different and she could still feel like herself if she had only told him.

She watched him as he contemplated her question. And, when he didn’t immediately answer, she thought about grabbing her bags and leaving. But then his lips were on hers and it was like everything was back to how it should be. She melted into his kiss and felt reassured that he really did want her there, and she felt absolutely ridiculous for having questioned it at all. When he pulled back, she grinned, “Good, because you’re stuck with me,” she told him, feeling a bit more like her usual self once again.

Harley knew that this wouldn't have been so awkward if she had simply told him what had been going on instead of leaving him half way through the night. He would have protected her to the death - and now that she was back he could fulfil that statement. Even if her uncle reappeared Harley had decided that he would always know where she was; not in an overbearing way, for he knew she would probably hate that, but in a way that made it obvious that he cared: that he still wanted her around. He had felt awful when he had woken up alone and, honestly, he'd felt like she'd taken a part of herself with him.

He felt her melt into the kiss and was immediately relieved. He knew that she had every right to push him away, it wasn't like they'd put a label on what they were so he hardly had the right to march up to her and kiss her in the way that he did. Harley pulled away with a grin before stamping a kiss between her brows. "Do you want help unpacking?"

noel-tapia-blog

"Did you know it’s statistically proven that Tuesday is the best day of the week for day drinking?"

"And here was me thinking that it was any day ending in y."

#c:noel

Hmm… Maybe I should find someone to make you jealous just so I can see that. You kicking someone’s ass sounds pretty hot.

Or you could save me even more heartache and watch one of my matches.

I think the truth is your jealous, not that I can blame you.

I'm gonna have to disagree with you on that one.

#c;marisol

You Will Never Sleep Alone II Harley and Natalia

Natalia had missed him so much. Everything within her made her want to be with him. As soon as he sat up, she had to resist the urge to throw her arms around his neck and be with him in the most intimate form of the word. But she knew that they still had stuff that they needed to figure out. Plus, the sooner she got unpacked, the better. It was weird to think that they had been living together before she left, but something about this felt different. She couldn’t figure out why, though. She just hoped that it was a good kind of different.

"Right," she said, as she was hit with a wall of nervousness. The way he had said it had thrown her off. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had really wanted her to live with him again, or not. She grabbed her bags off of the floor once again, and headed for the bedroom, but she stopped before she quite made it there, and turned back to Harley, "You are sure that you want me here, right?" she asked, hoping to assuage the tension that she could feel growing.

Harley could tell that Natalia was nervous and he would be lying if he said it wasn't interesting to watch. She was usually so loud and outspoken so to see her suddenly reducing herself to one word answers and simple movements was almost unsettling. He loved the girl who constantly reminded him how hot she was. The girl in front of him right now was more of a confusion than a love interest. But he was nervous too, so calling her out on it would do no good when they were in the same boat.

He began to move out of the bedroom so she could have time to herself to unpack when she spoke again. Harley blinked at her question, not quite sure how to answer, because of course he wanted her there but he didn't know what he would have to do to prove that to her. Deciding to, literally, take matters into his own hands Harley took a step forward and cupped her face in his hands, simply observing her for a moment. She was beautiful, inexplicably so, and he leaned in to kiss her passionately, running his tongue over her bottom lip before pressing his mouth against hers to pry open her lips, deepening the kiss before pulling away only a centimetre or so. "There's no place I would rather you be," he said honestly, sweeping his thumb over her cheek.

I will do everything in my power to not let that happen. So no worries.

Good. Although if someone did try to take off with you it would be nice to put my boxing skills to the test.

Oh honey, I don’t have to do that to have that result. Let’s be a bit serious here and face facts.

I think you mean the truth is you will never have that end result.

#c:marisol

You’ll be married and living that American dream in no time, dude! If he was so so perfect writing wouldn’t change him!

You're just trying to change me so I'm less perfect and then you'll look better when you're up against me.

#c:marisol

I hear eharmony works wonders for recluse people, so start there! Oh good! It was time he deflated his head a bit.

I'll definitely check it out. Ay, fuck you. He was perfect before this type writing business came about.

#c:marisol

You Will Never Sleep Alone II Harley and Natalia

Natalia had been incredibly nervous about returning to San Francisco. Not only was her uncle still out there somewhere, but she also knew that she’d have to face people being upset with her decision to up and leave. And she knew that the hardest for her to face was going to be Harley. But it had somehow turned out to be okay. Once they were past the fight, it almost felt as if nothing bad had ever happened between them. And, she was honestly surprised when he asked her to move in with him. At first, she was hesitant to agree. She wanted to be with him again, but part of her was afraid that this was too much too soon, or that it was a hoax to hurt her like she had hurt him. But she trusted her heart and agreed. She didn’t have much. She never had much. Material possessions were never really her thing. She preferred experiences and memories over owning too much. So, with her duffle bags in tow, she came up to Harley’s apartment. Though she supposed she could now call it her apartment, too. She thought briefly about knocking, but then figured if she lived there, it wasn’t necessary. So, she walked in, “Hey, I’m here,” she called out, setting her bags by the door as she looked around.

Harley looked up when the door opened and Natalia walked into his home - and heart. He looked her up and down, unsure what to do. He'd never been a really stuttery, nervous person but Natalia always had the ability to knock him slightly off balance. She set her - small, he noted - bags down and all Harley could do was blink at the beauty before him. Part of him wanted to march right over to her and take her in his arms and kiss her passionately whereas another part of him was worried that would be too forward and scare her off. He would always be worried about scaring her off from now on, after seeing how quickly she fled last time.

Slowly he pulled himself up from his kneeling position on the floor next to his bed and wiped his hands on his jeans. "Hi," he said, almost curing himself. He should be over all the butterflies, and he certainly shouldn't be nervous now. During their first conversation, that was to be expected, but she was moving in. He had to be assertive. "Uh, you can put your shit wherever you want," he gestured around the apartment. "It's your place too," he smiled. It wasn't much; a living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, but it was more than enough for him and the perfect size for the two of them.