withstanding the war. ➳ au styles. [on hold; indefinitely] [in editing]

Chapter Two.

Harry’s POV

I watched as the morning light rays seeped through the window, adoring Marilyn in a heavenly glow. Even with the light shining right on her face, she did not move. She never moved off my side last night, and I never got a wink of sleep. The butterflies in my stomach made that impossible.

I didn’t really know what I was more nervous for, the war or leaving Marilyn. I think I could say that I was more nervous for leaving her, and then as I got closer to camp - and farther away from Marilyn - I could be more nervous for the war. It was an honor to serve England, don’t get me wrong, but no one could ever prepare you for this sort of thing. Saying goodbye to the one you love, only to be thrusted into a situation where all hope was lost and you fought to stay alive.

I shook my head, trying to clear away these negative thoughts. I looked back down at Marilyn, still peacefully sleeping. She wanted to see me off today, and I knew she needed to wake up for that, but I just couldn’t seem to get myself to do it. Little shimmer of rays danced across her cheeks, lips, and hair. It was like pixie dust was sprinkled upon her in the night and was reflecting the rays of the sun.

I looked at the clock and realized that I had to get going. The jeep that was coming to pick me up would be here in an hour. I wanted to let Marilyn sleep a little while longer, but while I was trying to wriggle out from under her, she awoke. She gave me a lazy smile and told me to go get ready, that she would have breakfast waiting when I was done.

I gave her a kiss on the lips before I attended to myself. I hopped into the shower, wanting to be freshly clean one more time. When I got out, I heard Marilyn rustling around in the bedroom. I poked my head out of the bathroom, to see her making the bed, humming a tune that sounded a bit sad. She had changed out of her pajamas and into a black sheer dress, with white buttons down the front and beige lace at the color and the cuffs of the dress.

She never noticed me and when she was done, she scurried out of the room to, what I assume, the kitchen. I stepped into the room and walked to the closet door when Marilyn had left my uniform. I sighed at the boring outfit I would be wearing for god knows how long. Once I was dressed, I took one last look at myself in the mirror, making sure everything fit and was proper.

As I made my way down the stairs towards the kitchen, I could already smell the huge breakfast she had prepared. She made sure I had one last good meal, but I wished I could take her cooking with me. She was amazing, and if I never started working out, I would have been bigger than our house.

I strolled into the kitchen and stared in awe of all that she made. Two full plates, piled high with pancakes and waffles, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a plate filled with bacon. She had her back to me, pouring me my morning cup of coffee that I so desperately needed as the lack of sleep from last night was starting to catch up with me.

I came up behind her and hugged around her tiny waist. She jumped, a bit surprised at my appearance, and spilled a little coffee on the counter. She giggled at her clumsiness why I kissed her cheek.

“You know you don’t have to do all of this, don’t you?” I asked her, as she turned around in my arms to admire me.

“Of course I do. Who knows when you’re going to have a decent meal again, so I need to make sure my baby is well taken care of.” She said, as she applied a light kiss to my lips, making me yearn for more.

“It really wasn’t necessary, but don’t you worry, it won’t go to waste.” I said, giving her a cheeky smile.

She reached behind her and handed me my cup. I kissed her cheek and took my mug to the table. She followed soon after, once she cleaned up the mess I caused and poured herself a cup of coffee too.