"You can let it go
You can throw a party full of everyone you know
And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love
You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up"
When 20 year old Matilda moved down to London after growing up qu...
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Harry
Waking up but groaning from the pain my body is in. It's been three days since the accident and ever since then my body has been in nothing but pain. I was hit the worst out of me and my girl as the driver's side was hit by the car that hit us but to be honest I'm glad I got the worst of the impact. I've always been put in risky situations but bringing Matilda into it is something different, I've always known that it would happen one day. How could it not?
The past three days have been spent resting and trying to get my strength back after the accident. It's been three days of Matilda cooped up next to me and to be honest I love every single second of it.
"Baby are you ready the shops are gonna close" Matilda murmurs behind me making me turn around but my breath gets stuck at the back of my throat as I see her dressed in one of my white shirts as the couple of buttons are undone showing her chest and the black laced bra she had underneath but tying it off with blue skinny ripped jeans.
"Tilda baby" I whisper gazing at her eyes to see the darken glint. "You look amazing, God" I whisper, snaking towards her as I put my hands around her waist to pull her towards me.
"Thank you" She kisses me sweetly before making me untangle my arms and follow her out of our home before going to get the elevator down to the garage below.
"What do we need again?" I ask, holding her hand while I drive to a shop.
"Baubles, Christmas decorations and matching Christmas pyjamas" I sigh. We've had the conversation of if it's too early to put the tree up but after many times of me disagreeing with her she still made me get change to get a tree and some baubles so she can decorate.
"Okay" I kiss her hand as I park the car in a free spot making me turn the engine off and unbelt my seat belt.
"Grab a trolley then" I smirk at her as I see her run to get one that has been lined up with the others.
"You love me it's okay?" She teases, making my body tense. Did she hear my confession that I made when she was falling asleep on my chest? Maybe it wasn't the best time to confess to her but I just couldn't stop the words from falling out of my mouth.
"Hmm, is that true?" I challenge while walking up behind her and pushing her hips to the metal bars of the trolly making her hum back.
"Y-Yes," Matilda stammers, her eyes staring down at her feet. She pushes the trolley to get away from me but I stop her by the wrist.
"Hmm, whatever you say?" I smirk as her mouth set into a hard line in deep thought.
Walking through the many aisle of blankets rather than Christmas decorations I guide Matilda to the aisle that I know is where we needed to be. Seeing the happiness flash in her eyes as she looked down the aisle full of Christmas things I felt a sense of peace knowing that she was happy after the few days we had.
