The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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Harry's POV:

From this day on, the sight of her smile will forever be ingrained into my memory. My God. Her smile alone could wipe away anything bad I've ever experienced. I would gladly give up any and everything if I could just see that smile for the rest of my life if I could just have her for the rest of my life.

These past few weeks have been brutal. . . I know I hurt her, and I hate myself for it. But right now, at this very moment, I didn't. I made her smile, made her happy and brought a day that reminds her of death a little life. I wish I could've captured the moment on film, some sort of physical proof of what she looked like when the lights turned on. To remind myself that I was not dreaming.

You're an angel. My only angel.

Even now as she walks around the greenhouse for the 10th time appreciating each and every flower, she looks at it as if for the first time. She might not see it, but I do. I can tell she's been hurt. . .by life, by the world, and it's made it hard for her to trust. But I hope that she feels safe with me, maybe not always but at least right now.

Her smile hasn't left her face and the pure joy brewing beneath the surface as I try to mask my emotions is overwhelming. She has no idea how fucked I am by her. I'd do anything for her.

I still would.

"I win." I break the comfortable silence we've fallen into.

"And what have you won?" she asks, her smile brighter than ever.

"Besides you?" I flirt and she turns her head away as if I don't notice the way my words affect her.

"Hmm." she hums nodding her head.

"I win because you have the same expression that you did the night on the cliff." I walk closer to her, my hands stuck in my pockets.

"How could I not? You grew me a sunflower field." we walk towards each other.

"Well, I tried my best to." I rebuttal. It isn't as good as the real thing but it was the best I could do.

"It's perfect." she breathes, reaching up on her toes to kiss my cheek. "Thank you again baby." she whispers.

Now it's my turn to turn away with a smile when I feel the blush rising up my neck. It's obvious the way my words affect her, but she has no clue just how much hers affect me. My stomach flutters when she calls me baby.

She wraps her arms around my waist while I hold onto her, taking the time to push her hair behind her ear as she looks up at me. She's like an addiction and the more I stare at her, taking her in, the more addictive she becomes. She's my dose and I need to have my fill.

"You're so beautiful." I tell her, the words out before I could think them through. Her beautiful brown eyes glow almost as brightly as her brown, golden skin. Her black hair flows between my fingers while they massage her scalp. Instinctively, her eyes close at the feeling and she leans further into my hold with a shy smile gracing her features. I love when she does that.

Golden. You were always so golden.

"Shut up." she chuckles.

Why do you do that? I think to myself. She's covered in my sweater which she accepted after several long minutes of internal debates.

I can tell she doesn't believe me. She's waiting for me to find a part of her that will send me running, but what she doesn't get is that the more she lets me see, the more she lets me in. . .the more I want to stay.

I meant every word I ever said, Sunny. Every time I called you beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, I never meant it with anything but the truth. You are each and every one of them. I often times found it difficult to express in words just how beautiful you truly were, both inside and out.