"How can someone with a name like Daisy, be so fiery." He says as he runs the back of his hand along my cheek. "Such a gentle flower, given to someone so stubborn and rude." I pull my face away from his hand, but he quickly snaps his hand round the...
I'll never get tired of waking up next to Harry. We somehow woke up in the same position we fell asleep. His arms over my waist pulling me into him whilst our faces are only an inch away. Opening my eyes and seeing his eyes staring back at me is a blessing I'll never take for granted.
Yesterday was an emotionally draining day, for both of us. We went to sleep around 5am and woke up at 2pm, but lay in bed for almost two hours. We spoke about nothing in particular whilst sneaking in a few kisses here and there. I just can't get enough of him. His presence is enough to distract me for hours and even days. The whole world outside has just stopped whilst we lay together in bed, nothing else matters right now except being here with him.
I trace my fingers over his arms, gliding across his skin and staring at the tattoos my fingers run over. I'll never get over his tattoos. Each one is perfect and seems to hold a story within it. But I can't help stop over one certain tattoo, and instantly pull my hand away.
"What?" Harry props his head up on his hand, towering over my head as I Lay on the pillow.
"I can't believe you kept this from me!" I exclaim, feeling sick in my stomach. I move to my back and stare up at the ceiling, crossing my arms on my chest.
"What?" Harry asks as the concern grows in his voice.
"The Packers? Really?" I feel betrayed. Harry just falls back laughing at my reaction. "You're British, why do you even support them!"
"You're hilarious, let me guess, Steelers?" Harry continues laughing.
"Obviously!"
"Well I'm just glad you didn't say the bears!" He sighs comically. I keep quiet and furrow my brows at him. After he continues laughing, I slip back on my side and prop my head up with my hand, looking at him with studious eyes.
"Don't you find it funny how we hardly know anything about one another, yet we spend all this time together and both had breakdowns in front of each other?" I ask, studying his face for a reaction. He rolls off his back and turns to face me.
"Not really. I don't need to know anything about your past. I only want to know the person that's in front of me right now, the Daisy you are today. Or the Daisy you want to be. Same as I wouldn't expect you to worry about my past. I've done a lot I'm not proud of, but I'm changing that now." He speaks quietly, before brushing his thumb along my cheek and staring at my lips.
I can't help but admire his drive to want to be a better person and do the right thing. He's right, we don't need to know who we used to be, that's in the past, all that matters is the Harry and Daisy that are laying here in this bed. I shuffle forward to him, closing the space between us and kissing him for the millionth time this morning. I run my hands through his hair as he digs his fingers into my hips, holding me against him.
All that matters is here and now. I just want to make the most of this moment because it actually feels as though my life is perfect...just for a little bit.
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