birds // hs

27. Silk Sheets & Rooftops*

I finally updated boss!!! Yay and please read <3

The song mentioned in this chapter is Living This Life Makes It Hard and it's by The Dutchess and the Duke. I think it fits perfectly w this chapter so plz listen to it :)

IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END OF CHAPTER. PLEASE READ!!!

"Do you think this is alright? It's the nicest thing I brought," Harry asked hopefully as he emerged from the bathroom in a very expensive looking black suit.

"Uh-yeah, yeah that's alright," I nodded, my mouth getting dry at the sight of him. He looked so...edible. The way his clean curls were slicked back a little (just the right amount) and his face was bright and clean shaven, I swear I was one second away from stepping out of this little red dress and jumping him right then and there.

"Wow," he grinned as his eyes took in my appearance. "You look....stunning. Absolutely perfect."

"Thank you," I laughed lightly. "Could you zip me?"

"I would love to zip you," he breathed as his fingers barely grazed my neck to push some hair over my shoulder. "Let me ask you a question, baby girl. And answer me honestly."

"Hm?"

"How angry would you be if I tore this dress in two?"

I laughed and laced my fingers with his as they rested on my stomach, just above dangerous territory.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," I tutted with a smile. "So eager. Now zip me up so we can go."

*

"Do you ever think about becoming a teacher?" Harry asked lightly as I leaned back to let the waiter set my food in front of me. "You're very personable."

"You're only saying that because I give you sex," I laughed, shaking my head a little. "Plus you've seen me naked."

"That has nothing to do with it!"

I smiled and shook my head again, then took a small bite of my salad. It was actually really good. There was a huge hunk of salmon on top and strawberries and raspberries dotted the beautiful green lettuce, making it easily the prettiest, most colorful entrée I've ever eaten.

"How is it?"

I looked up at him. "Huh?"

"The salad, darling," he chuckled lowly. "How is it?"

"Oh, delicious. Perfect."

"Good," he grinned widely. "I'm glad."

Before he could say anything else, I finally worked up the courage to pull the velvet box from my purse and place it on the table by his hand.

"What's this?" He asked with a crooked smile. "Rach, you didn't have to-"

"I always wanted to travel, and I always wanted to fall in love," I interrupted him with a small smile, my cheeks flushing deep red as his dark eyes stayed trained on me. "You made both of those things happen. I just wanted to say thank you."

"Aw, baby," he murmured with a smile as he scooted around the booth and kissed my forehead, his arms wrapping tightly around my body as I sniffled a little. "You're so adorable. Want me to open it now?"

"Yes, please do," I laughed, wiping my tears away with the back of my hand. "I think you're going to like it."

He kissed my head again and held the box in front of us. "I'm sure I will, baby doll."

His large hands untied the little bow surprisingly quickly, and the expression on his face when he saw it was confirmation enough for me (even though I had spent almost all of my summer savings on the gift). To see him so happy, it was worth every penny.