Muse [h.s.]

38. transcendent

🎵TASTE — Snoh Aalegra

Ella's POV

Harry and I are all giggles as we head back into the villa, our clothes soaked after how long we've stood out there in the rain.

I'm reminded of the night we shared our first kiss — how we ran in the rain, ducking under the tall trees in the park for shelter.

I feel giddy, as if I'm on top of the world; I haven't felt this way in so long. I've almost forgotten what it feels like, but leave it to the beautiful man in front of me to remind me each time.

Leave it to him to make it feel as if it's the first time that I've fallen in love with him; a love like this, anyways, can never grow old.

Harry lets go of my hand for just a second to pull his luggage through the doorway and shut the door, and I'm left awestruck as I look at him, as if it's the first time that I'm seeing him.

His damp curls hang loosely in front of his eyes, the droplets of rain clinging to his long lashes and along the bridge of his nose. He shuts the door, turning the lock with his fingers, before he turns his gaze towards me.

His eyes are full of light, twinkling even in the darkness of the villa — almost as if he's the beacon guiding me home.

Home.

Home has always been with him, wherever he is. Home has always been wrapped up in his arms, engulfed in his presence — right where I belong.

From the moment that we've met, I've been drawn to him in a way that I'm still unable to grasp or begin the fathom the reasoning behind it; almost as if our souls were written together in the stars before we were ever a thought.

The moon, the sun, and all the stars — that doesn't even begin to touch what Harry is to me.

I love him.

God, how I fucking love this man; I'd travel the ends of the Earth and back for him, I'd swim its oceans — hell, I'd ascend beyond the universe for him.

And he loves me, he loves me, he loves me; and I just know he'd make an ascent beyond the universe with me, too.

How fortunate are we, to be able to get a second chance like this?

Not many people in this life are lucky enough to be able to experience love in the way that Harry and I have, to find the sweetest of treasures and the joy of living each day with the light of their life.

Second chances don't happen like this, second chances don't come around like this, but I thank every star under the night sky that we were given a second chance.

That Harry and I exist under the same moon that I've always admired, that we're both on this plane with one another together, that our souls have been written for one another.

I once said that I'd defy what life has planned for me if it meant that I'd have Harry forever — I meant it. Life doesn't make the plans for me; it's up to me, it's my choice, and I'll choose him every time.

"What?" Harry suddenly asks, tilting his head to the side in wonder, breaking my thoughts.

I shake my head, relishing in the feel of my heart pounding in my chest like a constant metronome. I love the way he makes me feel, even after all this time.

This all feels so new but so familiar at the same time, and I can't help the wide grin that spreads across my cheeks.

"I love you," I simply say just as his own cheeks flush pink, and he quickly extends his arms out to wrap around my waist, pulling me close to him.