Rain ~ h.s. (au)

Chapter 62

After I walked out of Liam's flat with my hand in Harry's, things got a bit better. At least I think so. Everything's back to way it was before, or just on it's way to be like that. Harry and I haven't had a proper conversation about this things that have happened between us yet. I stopped asking about his past because, at some point I had to realize that pushing him to tell me, is not a very good idea.

Anyway, Harry and I've gotten really close in past two weeks. Yes, it's already been two weeks after the incident we had. Harry and I are dating for three months now, and I know it's seems absurd to you that we already live together. But, the thing is, it feels like years of being together. Sure, I still don't know everything about him and, yeah, he does not know everything about me and we have undiscovered secrets, but it's about love. And I love that man so much. Sometimes, I just feel like screaming how much I love him when I'm looking at him. 

When I tell him that I love him, he says he loves me too. But, I want to describe my love to him. I want him to know how he makes me feel. I want him to know how much I love him. And saying 'I love you' just does not seem enough. And I can't find words to describe it.

"Hey, babe, you're awake?" I hear Harry whisper and I open my eye, looking at him. I smile widely and nod with my head. I yawn making him chuckle as he makes his way over to me. He lies down next to me and I wrap myself around him like a koala, not even thinking about letting him go. 

"You know, at some point you'll have to let me go." he says and I groan, shoving my head into his chest.

"But I don't want to, Harry." I pouted and he laughed, making me smile at the feeling of his chest vibrating under my head. I know it sounds weird, but honestly, love makes you weird and thanks to it, you become all moody and stuff. So, blame it on love. I don't know what I'm talking about.

"I know." he replies and kisses the top of my head. I scoot closer to him, keeping his body in touch with mine, "But, I have to go now."

"Already?" I whine as he stands up, leaving me in the bed. I pout, trying to look as cute as I can while I try to open my eyes a bit more.

"Don't do that, babe." he groans and lies next to me again. I cheer and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He somehow manages to get on top of me. I giggle and press my lips on his. 

"I love you." I tell him with a smile and peck his lips again. 

"And I," he starts and the kisses my nose,"love you." 

We stay in that position for a while, just looking at each other, sharing these short, but meaningful looks. I wish I could just stay in this moment forever. Just shut out all our problems, everything bad and Justin. Just he and I. Nothing and nobody else. 

In moments like this, you realize how much you love the person you're looking at. You realize how hard and almost impossible it would be for you to live without that one person. You want to make them feel loved and happy. You want to give them all of you, nothing less. Your heart, your body and even your soul. Nothing else matters. Just them. Just he. 

"Harry, do I make you happy?" I ask him, and by the expression on his face, I probably caught him out of guard. He shakes his head and then looks at me and smiles so wide, making his dimples seem deep as an ocean. I cannot describe the feeling that wakes up inside of me when he looks at me like that. And when he smiles like that. 

"Yes. Very happy." he replies and I smile, kissing him once again. 

"Good. Now, I'll ask you something and you have to answer me honestly, okay?" I ask and he sits up as he nods. I sit up, just to be taller than him for once because when he's next to me, he's a giraffe, "Okay, but be honest because this is very serious." I tell him and he nods.