Look at Me - H.S.

~ Chapter 18 ~

Bliss. That's the best way to describe what I feel right this moment. Pure, bliss.

I was the first to wake up this morning after what felt like the best sleep I'd had in forever. I actually wanted to wake up and get up today which, let's face it, is somewhat of a rarity for me.

There's something about being here, being in this house, being with these people that just makes me want to be here. It's like it's not real, like any minute now I'm going to be woken up by a shake to the shoulder or a loud snore in my ear. But, no. This is real life for me right now and I fucking love this feeling.

I'm standing in Anne's kitchen, my elbows on the counter with my chin resting on the back of my interlaced fingers, just looking out the window into her back garden. There's always something new that I didn't notice before. The various trees that surround the boundary, the lush green lawn, the flowers in every colour you could think of that have been meticulously planted, it's stunning.

The sound of the kettle whistling interrupts my peace and I spin on my heels quickly in order to remove it from the stove so as not to wake anyone up. Pouring the boiling water into my already prepared mug and grabbing the milk from the fridge, I create the most perfect looking cup of tea. The first one of the day is always the best so you've got to get it right.

I head out to the patio to make the most of the early morning sun and place my tea on the large, wooden table. Finding a chair with a comfy cushion and plonking my bum down into it, I put my legs out in-front of me and rest the heels of my feet on the chair opposite. I take a deep breath to appreciate the crisp, fresh air and tilt my head back as the golden rays warm me up in the most delicious way. The smile on my face is effortless and I don't think I could hide it, even if I wanted to. I hear the door behind me open but can't bring myself to move from this position, so I don't.

"Good Morning, Sunflower", a deep raspy voice greets from behind me. "Mmm" I hum, "it is, isn't it"

I hear a breathy chuckle before I feel him lean over to peck my forehead, a waft of mint sweeping over me from the close proximity. I tilt my head back down and shield my eyes from the sun, using my hand, before I open them to look at Harry who now stands in-front of me.

Wearing a pair of running shorts, his trainers and white Nike socks pulled half way up his shin, "I'm just going for a run," he answers the question I hadn't even had time to ask as he takes a bite of a banana.
"Okay" I smile up at him. "See you in a bit." Harry winks at me and heads back towards the house, just as he reaches the door, I call out, "H?"

"Hmm?"

"Put the Hitties away, yeah? You'll scare the neighbours!"

"Fuck off!" He scoffs with a chuckle and I don't even have to turn around to sense him giving me the middle finger behind my back. I raise my hand, returning the gesture while still facing the garden in-front of me. A smug smile overtaking my features as he releases a high pitched "HA!" and jogs back over to me, places a hand on each side of my face to tilt my head back and places another kiss to my forehead, mumbling "fucking love you" before he leaves.

I can't help but giggle to myself. It's so funny how he knows what the fans say about him. I just assumed his lack of presence on social media meant he was blissfully unaware, oh how wrong I was.
He spies every now and then and it's hilarious when I get the odd text from him whenever he comes across something new. 'Hitties' is easily one of the best words the fandom have used to describe Harry's pecs or 'titties'. I mean, they are pretty fucking spectacular.

He loves it though, his ego gets a lovely massage every time something new comes to light and although some of the things people say are very close to the line of being downright disrespectful, he takes most of it in jest. There are obviously some people who are assholes and say nasty things about him just because they can and although they're sometimes hard to ignore, he does try his best to do just that.