𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 ~ 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳

episode 18: take it off

the title explains whats happening🤫

"You're getting better now." Harry took a bite of the dessert on his plate. He moaned in delight, tasting the sweet crust of the apple pie. Taylor, this time, is the one who baked breakfast. And they didn't regret it, it surely was a delicious meal.

"Thanks to you." She tucked in a strand of her hair unto her ear. The gesture gave Harry a clearer view of her face, luring his eyes on her. Taylor continued taking more bites on the meal; still not noticing his genuine gaze.

He fully had her on his mind without a doubt. He doesn't know why she looks so gorgeous, even without trying. She does it with so much grace and ease.

Her eyes were cornflower blue, the hue of the most magical things in life, the sea, the sky and all his reasons why.

Not only did he love her, but he could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others.

She was unique.

After all, he would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair, and the way the stars dance in the shine of her eyes.

How did he know it was love? It was as if he had fallen asleep inside her beautiful soul and awoke to a string of dreans rather than life.

Some things are just simple, and he believes with the fact when you know, you know. There was no question: he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He wanted with her what the stars share with the sky.

"Don't you love the food?" Taylor interrupted his thoughts which made him shake slightly from surprise.

He didn't know he had been staring too much at her that his food was left unfinished on his plate. Harry looked down at the pie below him, before putting back his gaze on her.

"I love it." He briskly took another bite from the plate, forcing a moan. After all, it was good. He wanted her to know she was good.

He continued, "But you're just too damn distracting."

Taylor giggled at his words as a blush crept in her face. He was completely captivated; under her spell and on the brink. He loved the way she bit her lip and her cheeks flushed that certain shade of pink.

"You, mister—" She trailed off from her words as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on. Her feet bringing her near him, now staying put behind Harry. She dragged her hands on his chest, slipping her fingers inside his shirt. Her fingers now wandering around his skin.

"— have a way to make my heart swoon, so feverishly and brutally." She continued her words as she leaned unto him, putting her head beside on his neck. Harry closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure as he can take a whiff of her toxic scent.

"I hope you know that I think of you most of the damn day." Her lips were dragging itself on his cheeks, now caressing his face. Harry felt his self melting on the chair as his skin felt the luxurious touch of her lips.

It was true. She thinks about him most of the day, if not, probably the whole day.

If she had a rose everytime he thinks about him, she would've been walking through a garden forever. If a star fell out everytime he creeps inside her mind, the sky would be empty.

It's not her fault she fell in love. He's the one who tripped her.

Harry placed a kiss on her cheek, his lips still staying on her skin not before a few moments she pulled away.

"Would you mind going shopping later?" Harry muttered under his breath as her arms were embracing him, his hands staying on her arms to secure her figure unto his.