Remedy (H.S.)

58

Kennedy Simmons

I had woken up about fifteen minutes ago but I still refused to open my eyes. I wanted to stay like that forever.

Harry was awake too. I could tell by the way he was breathing. He didn't say anything though. He just held me tightly and left some kisses on the top of my head every now and then.

His body was keeping me warm and the way he had his arm around me protectively made me feel like I was in heaven and an angel was making sure nothing would hurt me.

There was something about this moment that made it really special but I couldn't point out what exactly. It wasn't the first time I had ever woke up next to Harry but there was something different. A good time of different.

Beeing next to him felt so right, as if I was meant to be by his side, and I liked it a little too much.

I was aware that right now I was beeing stupid for letting myself so loose around him because I knew that there were many possibilities that he would probably dissapear again or that he would do something and I would end up with a broken heart.

I hated that he had so much power over me but at the same time I loved how I felt. He had the power to break my heart and fix it again just by using his words and I could do nothing about it.

When it came to him I was completely defenceless but then again I had a feeling I didn't even need defence.

I was hopeful. Hopeful that he would stick around and not hurt me like that again and that feeling wasn't unreasonable.

He had taken a bullet for me.

Who does that if they don't give a shit for someone?

He had said that he cared about me and honestly I believed him. I believed that he wouldn't hurt me again and my logical side was cursing me for that.

I slowly opened my eyes, not wanting to think of anything else anymore since I only managed to cause me a headache.

Harry was already looking at me and a small smile made an appearance on his face when our eyes met. I couldn't help but smile back, feeling my heart warming already.

"Good morning, little rose." He whispered and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead. His morning voice was deeper and really sexy but at the same time sweet. I loved hearing it first thing in the morning. "Good morning."

He leaned in and connected our lips, leading a slow and tender kiss. I immediately pushed my lips a little harder against his kissing him back.

Neither of us seemed to care about the fact that we had morning breaths. All we wanted was to feel as close to eachother as possible.

He cupped my cheek with his big hand, and deepened the kiss. His lips were massaging mine softly, creating a soothing, warm feeling inside of me.

There was nothing sexual about this kiss and of course I wasn't complaining. This was exactly what I wanted right now. Just to kiss him and feel closer to him.

This was intimate and apparently it wasn't the first time we had been intimate. Thinking about it, it was intimidating how close we had grown so quickly.

I only knew Harry for four months and he had already changed everything, including myself, and I honestly liked that and I was willing to let him change me even more because it was a good change.

He helped me bring out good parts of myself that were burried and I thought were lost forever. But he didn't just reveal them again, he made them even stronger and better.