Midnight Angel H.S COMPLETED

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Since this morning, we've just been getting used to the new house. A home isn't just the house, it's the people in it. The things surrounding it, too.

Harry turns a corner over a cliff, the wind somehow making his hair more beautiful. He's wearing a long sleeved shirt with stripes, it's a light shade of blue. His trousers are a brown and the pattern is quite peculiar. He's also wearing sparkly gloves. Harry is wearing sparkles.

I'm in a brown silk dress, fitting my body securely and I've tied a blue cloth around my hair, the knot under my chin so my hair doesn't become static. I just didn't want to ruin my hair today, I think it looks nice. The sun is beating so I have black sunglasses on, they're brimless but I like them a lot.

"Where are we going, Ang?" I ask, as he turns another corner. All I know today is that we have two bicycles on the back of our silver convertible.

His fingers tap on the steering wheel, it somehow is alluring. I've always been entranced by it. It's hypnotising, I don't know how to quite describe it. But, I notice that he did it to stop picking at his nails meaning he's nervous. "No idea." He smirks, if he looked me in the eye, he'd burst out laughing.

"Harry, what if we get lost?" I ask, going along with it. He knows exactly where we're going.

"Then we'll find our way home again." He replies. My stomach for some reason sparks at the word home and he squeezes my thigh before bringing it back to the wheel, the lights turning green.

I nod and he pulls up the car on the cliff and it's pretty much down hill although I see some flat surface at the botton.

He slams the car door behind himself, my camera around his neck and he walks around the car, pulling up his trousers before opening the door for me. I smile and he helps me get out.

He plays with his rings on the way to the back of the car and then he takes both of the bikes to the floor. I hold mine and sit on it, it's got a pretty little basket at the front. "You okay?" I ask, I can tell he's anxious about something.

"Me? I'm good, yeah." He brushes it off before hopping on his own bike.

He goes first and I follow then, we go down the cliff trail. The trail goes in a circle and we'll end up at the top again.

The sky is a deep yellow colour on the horizon. It's the evening and other sun is setting, I hope the pinks fill the sky too.

I haven't riden a bike for a long, long while. I had to learn for emergencies but I hadn't really seen a bike since.

I like riding bikes though. It makes the breeze seep through every part of you and allows you to breathe. It makes all your worries float blissfully behind you, it doesn't let them catch up. It feels like flying. It's pretty therapeutic. I think it was worth the two hours of driving.

We're at the bottom now, it's flat and quite empty. I don't hear Harry's bike anymore, but only for a brief second. Instead, a big flash bursts behind me. Usually, I'd think it's paparazzi, but I know it's Harry. The paparazzi have no idea where we are.

No one does.

We finally get back to the top of the cliff, the sky pink and purple, a deep blue finishing the pallete. I stand there and look at the sight, I feel as if the whole world is in front of me.

Harry comes back from putting the bicycles away and stands behind me. A buzz fills me as he leans between my head and shoulder. "I want to write you a song..." He whisper-sings into my ear.

He's been making songs lately. I think it's sweet and he's planning on buying a piano and putting it in one of the two spare rooms. He's good and writing them, I could listen to him sing for the rest of my life.

"One that's beautiful as you are sweet." He sings to me and hovers over both of my hands. I orbit around them like a sattilite. "And just a hint of pain for the feeling that I get when you are gone. I want to write you a song." I smile at the lyrics and he kisses my cheek, I wonder how pink they are.

"I don't know what to put here." He chuckles and hums it instead.

"Everything I need I get from you? Does that work?" He squeezes my hands for me to continue. "Like, ohh-oh, everything I need I get from you. Ohh ohh.. Give it.. no giving back is all I want to do." I think from the top of my head.

"Yeah, yeah that works." I hear his smile so I turn to him.

His eyes are full of life, they're twinkling. He looks so happy. The little creases by his eyes make me as happy as him. His nose scrunched when he smiles, it makes me smile too. I could get lost in his dimples if I stare for too long.

"Fucking hell hazel." He says breathily as if he's in disbelief. I kiss him once, his pink lips just speaking to me. "You have no idea what you've done to me." I smile at him and his eyes looks strangely vulnerable in the best way possile.

"Haze, I'm so fucking in love with you."