Poppy/H.S

Chapter 37

a/n: please play the song, it literally fits perfectly with the story!!

There I am, standing speechless at my door, while Harry's eye contact is so intense, I have troubles concentrating on what he wants to say.

What could he possibly have forgotten?

"What?" I ask him, confused, when it suddenly hits me.

His shoes.

He must want his Nike sneakers back.

Before I can turn around to go back inside, so that I could get his sneakers, he suddenly wraps his strong hand around my wrist, stopping me from turning on my wheel and hurrying inside.

"What are you doing?" He asks me, frowning, his fingers still tightly wrapped around my wrist.

"I wanted to go get your sneakers for you so that-"

"Shh," he stops me, smiling at me sweetly when our eyes finally meet, "Let me talk first."

"Okay," I clear my throat, his eyes still burning into mine.

"It's just after midnight," he whispers, "It's Valentine's day."

"Oh, I haven't realised because-"

"I am incapable of not loving you," he interrupts me, cupping my cheek as he gazes into my eyes, leaving me speechless at his choice of words.

My heart begins to beat faster than ever before, and I gasp for air as I remember where the words he's just used are coming from.

I may abstain from your lips,
I may not be given your hand,
I may run far away in sorrow,
I may become unkind,
My lips may be dying of thirst,
I may be grieving in solitude,
I may entrap life in deserts,
I may not live in my life,
I may even obliterate myself: -
but I am incapable of not loving you!

"Is that Sladkovic?" I quiz him, knowing very well he's just cited one of the most famous verses of my favourite poem of all time, Marina.

He nods his head, his smiling deepening at my realisation.

"I wanted to ask you something," he adds, and our eye contact is so intense, his eyes can say it all, "Will you be my Valentine?" He asks me with hope in his eyes, his thumb drawing circles on my cheek.

"What?" I ask him, not wanting to believe the words I've just heard, "What do you mean, H?"

"Shit, I got it wrong, didn't I?" He chuckles, cursing under his breath, "I practised in the car," he admits, blushing.

The cold February air brushes against my cheek, while Harry caresses the other one. Our faces are so close to one another, his breath tickles my lips, making them tremble at the dying sensation.

"Let me try again," he giggles, "Will you be mine, Valentine?" He asks me, biting his lips as he waits for me to reply to his unexpected question, making my breath hitch.

"Am I dreaming?" I ask him, not willing to believe this is happening right now.

"You're not dreaming," he giggles, pecking my cheek in a gentle kiss, "Don't leave me hanging, baby."

"Yes," I nod my head excitedly, smiling so much my mouth hurts, "Yes!"

"Yes, what?" He asks me cheekily as he begins to kiss my neck, making me moan at the pleasure of his tongue trailing along my clavicle.

"Yes, daddy," I reply to his question jokingly, making him laugh out loud.

He removes his lips from my neck and gazes me deep in the eyes instead, his eyes glossy, "Yes what?" He repeats, making me blush.