Genevieve and Harry have the perfect life together. Until Harry gets the opportunity of a lifetime to tour around the world. Without any warning, he ups and leaves his life behind. After three years, he's ready to come home. What happens when he fin...
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One month later
"H, wake up!" I shove at his shoulders as we lay there cuddled in bed.
He doesn't open his eyes, his arms just wrap around me tighter and pulling me in closer.
"It's your birthday." I whisper into his ear, pressing my lips to my cheeks straight after.
"I don't care." He whispers back.
"You're twenty-one." I tell him.
"I am." His tired voice rasps out.
I push my body out of his hold and move my body to sit on top of his.
While straddling his waist, my hands gently grab his face.
"Let's celebrate." I smile.
"We can celebrate in bed." He smirks at me before pulling me down to kiss my lips. "We can celebrate all day long, and never leave this bed." He whispers.
"Harry." I giggle as he presses kisses all over my face. "As much as I would love that." I pause as he brings his lips to the spot on my neck that he knows I can't resist. "I have a surprise for you." I breathe out.
"No, no presents." He says. "I just want to be with you, that's all I want." I feel his thumb brush across my bottom lip.
"I promise it's not a present, just come see?" I say softly. "It's in the living room."
"Okay, baby." He nods his head and kisses my lips one last time before getting up out of bed.
I watch him stand up slowly, reaching his arms up above his head. He stretches himself up awake, the muscles in his back contracting as he tenses up.
On mornings like these, I truly wonder how I was able to get so lucky with him.
He's perfect to me. Everything about him is just everything I want in a person.
