Serenity [h.s]

Deeply Infatuated

- Can you give me all your love, all your love
Cause I just want the real you, I just want the real you, She unfolds now, All the feelings start to pour out, She take off her clothes now, the truth, And nothing, but the truth.

You're kinda of an oddball, and you like to annoy me but you love me with everything you have and that's all I ask for. - s

Summer Lowal

I woke up the next morning in a soft comforter with strong arms securely around my waist, my chest pressed against his, his chin on top of my head. Puffs of air leave past his lips and his breathing was soft. I let my finger trace his jaw delicately, admiring the stubble that fairly places over his lip and chin.

I placed my hand over the top of his heart, feeling the thump of it slow, but then beat more frantically, my lips parting partially, only because in his sleep his body was reactant to me in the most strangest way. I felt the thud of my own heart almost break my ribs as it was beating erratically, only because the beating of it was realizing I'd fallen more in love with him.

I let my mind wonder to how crazy all of this turned out to be. How when I first met him all I wanted to do was kick him in the balls for being so cocky, and then slowly my walls crumbled to pieces and he walked over the dust and ignored all my flaws, all my bad qualities and looked at whatever good that was left of me.

Perhaps we both were slightly flawed in the best way, we sort of complete one another in that way. It's kind of like a painting. You have to use colors that are similar. That blend perfectly together to form a warm shade or tint.

I suppose both Harry and I were that way. We were thus great mix of colors complementing one another in the most beautiful way.

Harry's body stirs and he pulls me closer, a throaty groan leaving him. His lips ghost over the shell of my ear and I shiver.

"Good morning," he rasps and my body warms, our feet tangling slightly as the covers barely do their job of keeping us covered. His tan torso was peaking from the sheets and my breasts were almost visible. I sat up and took the covers with me, looking at Harry with a faint smile.

"Good morning, grumpy," he looks at me and puts his arm over his head, a breathy light laugh leaving his lips, his smile deep and his dimple in a crevice.

"You're extra happy this morning," he states while sitting up, the covers dropping below his v line, my eyes taking a quick glance at them before meeting with his light forest green eyes. My heart fluttered as he kissed the side of my mouth and I smiled, while still tugging on the sheet.

"I really am," I confirmed his not-so question more of statement. My left hand intertwined with his slowly, my eyes glued to our hands that were laced together, the warmth guiding up my arm slowly. I loved it so much.

I looked back up to him with a sheepish smile. "Harry, I'm actually glad you didn't give up on me," I tell him truthfully while my eyes drop on our hands back again. I couldn't help but feel sort of sad at the thought of him giving up on me, and not getting to know the real Harry.

I felt a finger tilt my chin upward, eyes locking slowly. "I'd never give up on you, Summer. I'd never give up on you because I love you." My heart shivered at the tone of his voice. Our faces inched closer as I spoke.
"Harry you know how it's hard for me to say the actual words," I murmur as our faces inch closer, lips ghosting over one another.

"I do, that's why I'm not pushing you," he confessed as his hand went to cup my jaw, our lips close to connecting fully.

"But you-you can feel it.. that I," he only smiled softly and connected our lips together, a fire igniting in my heart and at the tips of my fingers, ghosting them over his jaw, completely forgetting the sheet, letting it drop to my bare stomach.