Diana De Angelais
No matter how many times I did it, waking up in Harry's arms was always going to be my favourite thing in the world.
We had gone to bed early that night, because like two little giddy kids on Christmas, we had stayed up all the night before so that we could ensure we would get a good and well rested sleep for today.
Harry cooked us the most beautiful dinner last night, an incredible pasta that we ate while sitting outside watching the sun set behind the ocean. A simple memory that I was going to remember forever. The way we had both been smiling and laughing, and when the golden light of the sun casted over us, I was sure he had actually been glowing.
I was just so overwhelmed with the love I had for him.
I couldn't help but smile when I looked at him, still softly asleep beside me. His lips were pouted and letting out small breaths that I could feel tickle my forehead. His eyes were closed, and all of his features were softened by the gentle sun peeking in through the curtains. Every contour and delicate curve of his face, his entire body was something I knew so well but I would never get tired of staring at him like it was the first time and I was trying to memorise his face.
His hair was getting longer, not as long as it was when I first met him but long enough that I could tie it up into a small bun on the back of his head. It was cascaded across the pillow, each curl was so soft, and I was obsessed with twirling his hair around my fingers. I loved the way his hair smelled, I loved kissing the top of his head.
I could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, my arm was slumped across his stomach, my cheek resting on his bicep with his arm closed around my shoulders. He held me tight and close to him even though he was sound asleep. Something as simple as watching him while he slept and hearing every soft breath filled me with so much gratitude. I couldn't believe I got to have someone like him in my life. I was grateful for his love, every second I had shared with him, the good and the bad ones, and every memory we were going to make in our future.
The subtle way his lips quirked up in the corners just naturally was like a promise of love and happiness for us to share together. Time always seemed to stand still when I watched him sleep, I could do it forever, and I got to do it for the rest of my life.
I reached out, tracing my fingers across those beautiful, pouted lips of his, running my thumb along his bottom lip. My thumb trailed from his lip to his cheek, where I tucked a loose strand behind his ear. My palm rested on his cheek, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin.
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Harry drew in a slow breath, his arm tightened around me, and he pulled me in tighter to him. I knew he wasn't waking up, not yet at least. He just pulled me in closer to him when he slept all of the time. It was one of my favourite things he did. It made me smile and my stomach fluttered with butterflies even though it was something he did every night.
Quiet moments like this let me properly feel how deeply in love with him I was. Harry usually woke up before me, and I knew he would always stay until I woke up. He whispered words softly as I slept, peppering kisses along my shoulders and across my forehead. He would hold me and watch me as I slept until I woke up, and I loved when I got to do the same to him.
I loved him so much.
I loved the way his laughter would light up my life on the darkest days, I loved the way he held my hand through everything, even when life felt unbreakable, I loved the way his eyes sparkled when he told me he loved me. I loved the way he was there for me, through everything.
