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"My surname will change?" He asks.
"Yes. It'll be Tomlinson, duh." I sass.
"You're going to adopt me?"
"I'm going to marry you, Harry."
Or
Where Louis is a soldier in the German army and celebrates Christmas with the British soldier Har...
(A/n: Add me on Snapchat, I need friends: @Christy_0o0 [it's zero-o-zero])
~ Louis ~
I hate myself. Instead of allowing myself to be happy and sleeping with Harry in my arms, I'm laying wide awake thinking about all the bad things. I've actually listed them in my head: 1. When will I see my mom (and sisters) again? 2. How will I be able to see them / go back to Germany with a war going on? 3. If I have to wait until after the war, when will the war end? 4. When will I tell Harry about my past? 5. I want to take Harry on a date, how will I do that with a war going on? 6. Hypothetically, say if me and Harry could go on some dates and then we would, hypothetically, be boyfriends, we'd, hypothetically, have sex but when should I purchase condoms and lube?
I feel Harry move in my arms and I look down at him. He puts his chin on my chest and smiles at me. "Good morning, curly." I say.
"Can I read your notebook now?" He asks. I roll my eyes but smile fondly. "You're not really patient." I say. He shakes his head and grabs the notebook from the nightstand.
I quickly take it from him. I open it on the page that I wrote about him and I give it to him. "Here you go." I smile at him. He smiles happily and starts to read.
(A/n: if you can't read it because you're stupid and blind, I put the text all the way at the end of the chapter.)
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I think he's done reading because he puts his face in the crook of my neck. "That was very beautiful." He says and I can hear that he's emotional. "No one has ever wrote such things about me." I put my face in his hair and I inhale his scent. "I bet people have, they just haven't showed you." I say.
"Der Kurs der wahren Liebe verläuft nie reibungslos" I say. "It means: the course of true love never did run smooth"
Harry stays silent for a moment, thinking about my words. "You said that the day we met." He then says. I roll my eyes fondly. "Yeah I did." I say. Harry often says things that are unnecessary to say. But I like when he talks so I suppose it's alright.
He lift his head up and looks at my lips. I put my fingers under his chin and I pull him towards my face until our lips touch. He kisses me with one hand on my chest and the other hand in my hair. I have one elbow beneath me and my other hand is under his chin. I let my tongue slide over his bottom lip before I take his bottom lip in between my teeth.
A moan escaped his mouth and his hands wonder over my body. I knew I should've bought the condoms before showing him my notebook. I need to calm down. I can't help it though, Harry Styles is touching me everywhere. Well not exactly everywhere. If he was, he would be, but he's not, so he isn't. That makes sense, right?
