Redamancy | Harry Styles Fanfiction (ongoing)

Chapter Fourteen.

"So close with you on my lips
Touch noses, feeling your breath
Push your heart and pull away, yeah
Be my summer in a winter day love"

Harry Styles

Soft wind blows in my face, moving strands of my hair from my forehead to my eyes-- the first rays of daybreak, subdued chirping of the birds stir me awake. I feel the need to sleep for longer and give my eyes some much needed rest but also at the same time don't feel sleepy anymore, It's a..weird in-between stage, I don't want to sleep neither do I want to wake up.

I struggle and slowly flit my eyes open blinking continuously to open my eyes fully; feeling a little more awake now.

My right arm feels limp all of a sudden, you can probably take a chainsaw and put my hand through it and I still wouldn't feel a thing.

I look to my right and I see Aurora fast asleep, with her head resting on my arm, no wonder it's limp.

I can't see her face though, her hair stays fanned across her face; concealing her radiant face from me. She breathes so softly, looking serene and peaceful. She's tucked away in my arms- safe and protected from the rest of the world, and I wish to always keep her safe with me; in our own little bubble. I don't want to wake her up, I want to take this time to appreciate her beauty in stillness- have these few moments of complete silence with her.

I turn my body to completely face her, one of her hands is thrown over my chest along the sheets while the other rests between us, her small hands are closed in fists grasping at the sheets pressed against my torso. Her fingers unknowingly graze against the skin of my abs- her every delicate touch sends a ripple of electricity in my body.

I bring my finger to her cold skin, I want to touch her, hold her, cherish her till the very end of time. Every day that I spend with her, getting to know her makes me realise how much I can't imagine a day in future without her. I need this to be permanent.

The fact that it's been just two months since we met and I already feel so strongly for her says a lot about how cared for she makes me feel.

My fingers melt in her soft skin, I push the stray hair away from her face. She's completely unfazed from my action, in a deep slumber. She really is living upto her name.

Her eyelashes- they're one of my many favourite things about her, long beautiful eyelashes.

The way she bats them innocently- they way they touch her skin momentarily when she does so, the interaction just as pure and delicate as her.

It all takes me back to last night, memories of her batting her eyelashes while I kissed every inch and left evident marks on her rich skin, of her batting her eyelashes while she arched her back and rolled her eyes shut in pleasure from me being buried deep inside her.

The memories of last night are a souvenir for a big milestone in our relationship, watching her sweat, watching my name leave her pretty lips, watching her claw her hands into my back muscles- moaning, whimpering needily--It still sends shivers down my spine, I am more than happy to pleasure her all my life if it means I get to have her call out my name with her hands fisted in my hair.

wow, hey..calm down Harry, she's just sleeping.

Her lips are naturally resting in a pout, pink, soft lips. I want to kiss her.