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Chapter 52

The next morning, I slowly open my eyes and see that Harry's still asleep beside me. His body is wrapped around mine, our legs intertwined, his arms around my waist protectively, it's the best feeling in the world. 

I don't feel like getting up yet, so I gently push back his soft, chocolate brown curls. He only stirs a little at my touch. His brow furrows and I kiss in between them and then continue to push back his hair. His face immediately relaxes. 

"Stay with me." he whispers in his sleep. I chuckle slightly. 

"Always." I whisper to him, even though he probably can't hear me. He subconsciously searches for something and I give him my hand and after he intertwines his fingers in mine, he continues snoring. 

After a little while, Harry finally wakes up. His face immediately breaks out in a smile. 

"It's nice to wake up to you being the first thing I see in the morning." he whispers and I can feel my cheeks reddening.  He traces the back of his hand softly across my cheeks. "I love it when you blush." he whispers which only makes me blush more. He smiles and then brushes his nose softly against mine. I laugh. "I also love your laugh." he whispers huskily. 

It's two days until Harry and I get married. 48 hours. That's it. 

Harry pulls me closer into him and gently kisses my forehead, his long eyelashes leaving a tickling sensation. 

"I love you." he whispers. 

"I love you too." I whisper back to him. His smile is dazzling, it takes my breath away. I don't think I've ever noticed before how gorgeous he is. And he's mine. 

He groans and closes his eyes, his brows furrowing again. 

"What's wrong?" I ask him, concerned. I take his hand in mine and gently press it to my cheek, trying to coax him to open his eyes. I don't ever want to see them close again. 

"I just...I can't think of anything that I did that made me lucky enough to have you. What have I done to deserve you?" he whispers. 

"Harry." I whisper. His eyes meet mine. "You deserve better than me. It's me who doesn't deserve you." I whisper to him. 

"I don't see how I can ever do any better than you. You're my everything. You're the reason I wake up in the morning, the reason I keep breathing, you're the reason why I'm alive. I live for you. If you weren't here beside me right now, I'd be laying cold and stiff in a grave somewhere." he says. I shudder at the thought of Harry not breathing. Cold, pale, and lifeless. 

I cling him closer to me, frightened at the thought. He chuckles and looks into my eyes. 

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere," he says. His eyes trail my arms and he stops at the bruises. His face hardens again and then his eyes dart back to mine. "You do know that I'd never intentionally hurt you, right?" he says. 

"Of course." I answer. He shakes his head, his curls flopping all over.