LIGHTHOUSE // a harry styles au

Crawl Inside Your Heart: A Lighthouse Blurb

Happy Sunday! I was inspired by a prompt list on tumblr (feel free to go check it out if interested)  and this is what transpired. I picture this taking place two weeks after the last scene in part ten before the time jump. Enjoy!

Prompts used:
"I don't know how it gets better than this."
"All I really want is you."

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You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket on a Sunday afternoon, the sun setting behind the blinds of your apartment window, a record spinning in the corner and a cup of tea sitting right next to his.

And you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face.

He was quiet, not so much more than usual but still noticeably so. You always wondered what it was like for couples that were so in tune with one another that they could just sense something on their partner's mind. You could practically feel him thinking and you could especially feel when his eyes were on some part of you. Which today, felt like they we're always finding a new piece of you to focus on.

In that moment, you could feel his eyes move from your face to your hands as you flipped the page of your book and fiddled with the corner of the worn paper.

"Penny for your thoughts," you finally murdered.

He was quiet still and out of the corner of your eye, you could see his thumb running up and down the edge of his own book where it sat in his lap, over and over again.

You pulled your eyes up, passing the sweats adorning his body, flicking up to the clip that held his hair out of his face, and settled on the golden green eyes looking back at you as they shone against the sunlight.

"I don't know how it gets better than this."  His voice was low as his eyelashes fluttered softly, flicking across your face briefly before coming back to yours.

He'd been thinking that for a while. You could tell. It was a general statement, one that he most likely had been toying with for longer than you even realized. It was just in this moment that he couldn't keep it in any longer.

You reached up - because how could you not - and smoothed your knuckles across his soft, stubble coated cheek.

"Me either." 

You tugged the back of his neck, and he followed you immediately, until your lips were granted the soft expanse of his mouth. You could feel the sigh he released into the kiss, his mouth molding to yours the way it always did; perfectly, contentedly, effortlessly.

You could have stayed like that for hours, days, infinitely - wrapped up on the couch with him, in him, in his eyes and his kiss, for as long as you possibly could. You'd never felt more at ease, more content, more free, than when you were with him.

His hand came up to cup your cheek, his tongue meeting yours in a sweet pass that had you melting into him further. He was warm and soft, everything about him encompassing.

If you could physically crawl inside a person's heart, you would. In every metaphorical way, you already had. You found a home there, and he found his home in yours.

He did that thing he always did, where his forehead would rest against yours once your mouths eventually broke apart, his shaking breath rattling from his lips. He always kept you close, his fingers smoothing over your cheek and neck gently in a barely there touch that lit you on fire nonetheless.

And then the words were bubbling up your throat. It felt like if you kept them in any longer they'd likely choke you.

"I love you," you whispered against his beautiful lips.

He pulled back slowly, his hand gripping to your jaw as his eyes found yours, creased eyebrows and mouth hanging open. "You what?"

"I love you, Harry. I'm in love with y-"

His mouth cut you off so quickly you couldn't help but suck in a surprised breath, your mouth following suit with his like second nature. His fingers tightened against the back of your neck as your own fingers toyed with his hair, your skin vibrating from the hum that slipped up his throat to coat your lips.

"I love you," he breathed as your lips barely parted. "I love you so fucking much."

You kissed him once more, feeling his smile creep onto his lips the same way yours did. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tucking your face into the soft, warm skin of his neck as his arms circled your waist tightly.

"All I really want is you," was spoken into your neck, his lips kissing your skin softly to seal his words. "I want you forever." 

"God," you breathed. "I want you forever, too."

"You have me, love. You have me."

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