Executively Devoted | CEO h.s.

27 | Unsteady

Before we start, that TPWK mv, though. Perfection. He started off 2021 right.

And omgosh, 51K+ I love you all, I swear.

Enjoy this one, my rosy tulips 🌷

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Serenity.

After a long day of work, Harry and I were both lying in my bed. His head rested on my stomach while I ran my fingers through his soft, pretty hair. Stands captured and I'd wrap them around my fingertips, creating a temporary curl, only for it to fade once released.

His hands occasionally tickled my knee, feeling him smile each time did so. I squirmed in under his touch, causing me to tug at his roots to get him to stop. He would slightly turn so that he could face me for a short moment, showing me just how deep his dimples were, with emerald gems sparkling so bright. The reflection of the fairy lights above my bed shined in his green eyes, lighting up my heart.

To be honest, I think he just wanted to see me smile, but my view was so much prettier. To see a smile on Harry's face, brought joy to the moon up above.

Sometimes, I wondered if that's the reason why it's always so happy whenever I gaze up at the sky — possibly because of my smiling Harry.

Looking into my eyes, I saw them shimmer with something unfamiliar, but I didn't have enough time to figure out what it was before he tickled me again.

Harry went into a fit of giggles as I squealed from his actions, squirming once more under his touch. I tried to push him off the bed, and when he was close to the edge, he grabbed hold of my legs, holding them close to his torso to prevent him from falling.

He lifted his hands up in surrender and then settled himself back to how he was. I smiled to myself, seeing as his eyes were closed as I returned to rake my fingers through his silky strands. A soft hum escaped his lips from contentment. He was so relaxed and calm. Harry had a tendency to say that I was 'his serenity.' It was never meant in a possessive way, or with regards to my actual name, but just with that noun definition.

It's hard to think that this beautiful and fragile man is also the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company. He was two separate people when he's in front of the thousands who work below him and behind closed doors.

Harry placed Emmy on the nightstand, making sure he could see him from his view. There was something so precious about the way he looked at the stuffed animal. In reality, it was just a toy from a carnival, but it seemed so much more to him. It was almost as if he genuinely saw himself in the faint reflection in the eyes of the plush tiger. Black and white with green eyes. When he won it for me, he said: "So you can have something to hold onto whenever you miss me."

Those words repeated themselves in my mind like a broken record — and it appeared that they did for Harry as well. The moment he first saw Emerald on my bed, I saw the tiniest of smiles on his lips, afraid that I would see it; of course, he was mistaken — obviously, I saw it.

The softness on his face was absolutely priceless, and it was a moment I would forever cherish. He was so touched with the fact that I actually did that.

My heart, however, broke just a little bit when I saw how he inspected it. It seemed that he was sure there would be rips or tears — or simply that Emerald wasn't treated with kindness.

Slight relief appeared within his expression at that realisation.

He tried to hide many things from me, and it's not that I planned on finding them out to dig into his past, but instead, it was just because his actions were so easy to read. At least, to me, they were. No one else noticed that Harry wore contacts or even gave a second thought that he would have a soft side. He never dared to let a soul see through him.