Biotanical [h.s]

LOML

"I'm combing through the braids of lies
"I'll never leave"
"Never mind"
Our field of field dreams, engulfed in fire
Your arson's match your somber eyes
And I'll still see it until I die
You're the loss of my life."

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Noa

My birthday. It was absolutely pouring out but nothing less it was 5 am and I was wide awake. I turned over, looking at Harry with his lips blubbering from a small snore.

I admired everything on him, looking at what was in front of me. He was indeed the best birthday present I could have gotten. Between everything that this past 6 months has brought us, I wouldn't change it for the world. Good and bad.

What caught my eye was the newly wrapped tattoo on the back of his arm. I try to take a closer look and gaze my fingers across it.

A poppy.

My fucking name.

My touch woke him up. He jolts his eyes open and realizes that I found the tattoo as soon as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.

"Happy Birthday, baby." He says, his voice strained.

"Harry." I whine, directing my gaze towards the tattoo.

"What? Now I have my tiny part of you." He tells me, kissing my cheek.

"No kissing until I brush my teeth, I have morning breath." I try to escape his hold, but it doesn't work.

"You really think I care? I've seen you in worst states c'mon." He whines, pulling me back in to kiss me feverishly. His lips were so soft and everything about it felt gentle to the touch.

"Still up for lunch today?" I ask, breaking the kiss. He gives me one last peck before answering.

"Of course, just let me know when you're coming over, that way I can let Elle know." I nod, as I melt into his touch before he goes to take a shower.

"This is the first day that Clem goes to school without me. I feel bad." I huff. I was worried, she hasn't made much friends since being at school which is normal for her situation. I mean she is in classes with kids that are double her age.

"She'll be fine. I get to go in late anyway today, so I'll drop her off." I don't say anything for a good minute, enjoying his warmth.

"So. You got a tattoo I see." He hums and looks at me as I sit up.

"A poppy, for you m'love. Noa Poppy Turner. Or as I like to refer to you as, Ms. Styles." He jokes and I hide my face.

"Oh please, no hiding now, you're marrying me. No take backs. And now, I can get a piece of you everywhere, even when I'm at work or on a business trip." He says and I smile.

"Thank you, I love you, I hope tonight we can go out with Clem if you'd like? I plan of just bringing over some salad for lunch I never have anything big." I say to him and he nods.

"Sounds good. Coffee?" And I smile as I nod.

"I'll go make it." I say, taking my body weight from him and running down in my green sheer robe to brew 2 cups. I can hear creaking which meant he was following me down. I wish he would just let me make something for him. He's always got to be right next to me. It's more of a clingy thing than a trust thing.