Serenity [h.s]

Impassioned

- If I didn't have you there would be nothing left, The shell of a man who could never be his, best, If I didn't have you, I'd never see the sun.

Ira Levinson: She had a great eye for talent, but I only had eyes for her. - The Longest Ride.

Harry Styles

I wish I'd be able to thank Niall for bringing me to that art exhibition, because if I hadn't maybe I wouldn't have met this intriguing woman. Or maybe I would have.. just later in the future. But maybe she would've been taken by then, and maybe I would've been with someone, fighting the inevitable.

I looked over to Summer, her eyes were fixated on a book she was reading. I didn't care honestly what it was because I was reading her. She was like this open book, but so goddamn hard to read. It was like trying to read Shakespeare's books. You'd have to go over every line, several times till you understood what he meant. What he was trying to say.

I guess it was like that with Summer.

Her full lips were pouted as her ocean blue eyes skimmed over the written words in the book. Her hair was behind her ears, her cheeks flushed pale and delicate looking.

Summer was simply beautiful.

She was the art. She tries to make these beautiful masterpieces when she was missing the point in it all.

She herself, Summer Lowal, was the art of them all. She was the masterpiece of every painting she'd created. She was a masterpiece trying to create another masterpeice.

Nevertheless, her beauty was mind blowing.

I was highly in love with her.

It made my heart clench only because she denied my feelings. She believes I don't love her, nor do I know anything about love.

And yes, maybe she was right. Maybe I've never been in love with anyone, but I know I am. Because every time she is near me, my heart races and my palms get sweaty my soul yearns to be closer to hers. My lips tremble to be given a taste of hers. My mind overlooks her hasty attitude towards me, because I know it's only a guard.

I know this woman loves me as much as I love her. But she refuses to see it. I know that Summer loves me, I see it in the way she smiles, always trying to hide it when I cause it. I see she does in the way she looks at me. I feel it in the way she touches me and kisses me with passion.

She got her stubbornness from her father though. And I admire her for that.

I wish I met her early throughout my life.

I didn't tell Summer where we were headed, and the flight was going to be a ten hour flight, so I had to try and occupy myself as she already had occupied herself. We'd left three hours after our intense intercourse back in my office. She kept throwing insults about how I spend my money selfishly like this, and that I should spend it wisely and not on stupid trips like these for her.

The entire time we'd been in the plane she was avoiding me, but it was okay. I understood where she was coming from. I can understand why she acts the way she does.

Growing up, she had a wealthy family and anything was given to her whenever she wanted. She explained to me on the way to the airport how she hated how things were easily given to her, and how she had an easy life when there were families out there barely making it. That's why she gives out to charities and lives simply. Summer lives simply, as others simply live.

And I knew in that moment, I fell in love with her more and more. 

"Staring is rude," she mutters with a scowl painted on her lips. I gently smile and play with the ends of her hair. She pushes my hand away and I smirk.

"I can stare at my girlfriend,"

She scoffs. "I am not your girlfriend, Mr. Styles," I frown deeply and scoot closer to her, pushing my laptop to the side.

She continues to read.

"Summer, I need to feel secure in this-whatever we have," she turns to me with an annoyed gaze.

"You think I'll cheat?" My cheeks flush and I stumble over my words.

"N-no that's not it, I-"

"Save it," she shuts her book and lays down.
I continue to frown as I see this trip isn't going the way I planned. She doesn't get where I'm coming from.

"Summer," I breathe. "What I meant was I need to know, you want me as much as I want you," she looks up at me and frowns.

"Harry, of course I do. You have me, I am yours and you're mine," she sits up and props her elbow on the cushion; eyes looking into mine. I gulp and rest my hand on her bare thigh. Her skin automatically burns mine and I restrain a shaky breath.

"Why are you so determined to put a label on us?" She asks softly, the frown still placed onto her soft lips.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair. "I don't know. I just think it's better that way, what if my mum and sister ask what are we?"

Her breath hitches and her cheeks flush red. "You want me to meet your family," I smile sheepishly, nodding.

"You'd be bloody mad to think I don't want to, love." I rest my hand on her cheek, my thumb caressing her skin softly. She leans into my palm, eyelashes fluttering slowly as she continues to gaze up at me.

She spoke softly, with a sigh, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay," my heart stops and my eyes widen slightly as my lips part.

"Okay?" I ask her, my voice hitching. She giggles with a nod. I grin widely, my cheeks flushing as I connect our lips, her arms around my neck.

"Holy shit, I love you," I blurt without hesitation against her lips, she pulls away slightly and smiles gently reconnecting her lips, her fingers lacing into my hair. 

I knew in that smile, I knew she loved me.

She had said I love you, with her smile.

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I love them what the fuck

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