Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 82

TW: Mentions of abuse

     I lay my head against his lap, staring up at the clear sky. I absorb the sounds around me: birds chirping, cicadas, and the far sound of an airplane flying over. Harry brings his hand to my head, gently playing with my soft hair.

I close my eyes as the euphoric feeling sets in. I get comfortable against the cotton blanket we're on top of. My hand meets Harry's free hand, threading our fingers together in sync.

"What do you want to do?" He asks softly, twirling my hair.

I inhale the fresh air, exhaling through my mouth. "Everything."

"Everything?" He asks in surprise.

I nod with my eyes still closed. "We could backpack across Europe, road-trip across the country, drink whiskey by the fireplace until we run out, drink Slurpees until we can't take the brain freeze anymore, lay in bed all day, watch a rom-com, clean our house, garden, cook, or we could do this all day. Lay in the meadow, surrounded by nature and peace."

"You have high ambitions, darling." Harry chuckles.

I flutter open my eyes, sitting up and turning to him. I look down at our outfits. We're both wearing white. Harry is wearing a white button-up with white pants. I'm wearing a short white dress with puffy short sleeves. The meadow we are sitting in is filled with different colored flowers, most of them being lavender.

I examine his face, in awe. His brown curly hair is messy but still looks like he somehow styled it that way. His lashes bring out his mesmerizing eyes. His soft pink lips. How rosy his cheeks are turning when he realizes I'm staring. My eyes flick up to his, smiling at him.

"Do I ever tell you how beautiful I think you are?" I ask him, keeping my voice gentle.

He shakes his head. "Beautiful?"

I nod. "I mean you're handsome as well but beautiful - - it's a completely different meaning. I think you're beautiful."

He breaks our eye contact, biting away his smile. I smile back, feeling my face heat up as well. "You're more beautiful than I am."

"You're just saying that." I giggle.

He shakes his head. "I mean it. Since the day that I first saw you in your uniform, I thought you were stunning."

In a swift movement, I straddle myself on top of his lap, bringing my hands to his hair. "I love playing with your hair."

"I love playing with your hair." He repeats.

"I love you." I pull him closer to me, staring into his eyes.

He looks up at me, pressing his palm flat against my back. "I love you ten times more."

Our faces are inches apart.

I dramatically drop my mouth. "I love you twenty times more."

He shakes his head. "I love you more than that."

I smile, resting one of my hands on the back of his neck. "You're my home."

He props himself up with his free arm, never breaking our eye contact. "You're my paradise."

At the same time, we both lean in, our lips softly meeting in the middle. The sensation builds in my stomach as I cup his face. I can never get enough of his soft lips. I can never get enough of the pattern he always follows when we kiss. I love it all.