Serenity [h.s]

Offers?

-I love everything you do, when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do.

you're the only thing I want for the rest of my life.

Summer Lowal

Months have been so damn busy with my life. My art museum has been getting more well known all around London and even out of the UK. It's honestly mind blowing to think people love my work and it touches me when they tell me it has an affect on them.

Me and Harry have been alright lately. We always fight over stupid things but end up having make up sex in the end.

It was a win win.

"Baby girl, I gotta go to work,"

I groan into his chest and sit up, my elbows on each side of his shoulders.

"I miss you though," I sigh and rest my chin on his chest. He smiles softly and puts a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I miss you, baby. But, I really need to get some work done, you've been distracting me a lot," Harry smirks and I only roll my eyes.

"I don't distract you; you just allow things to happen," I cough while smirking, sitting up and taking the cover with me. My back was to his front and the cold air hit my bare skin. I was overly tired but in a good way.

All we've been doing for this past week was laying in bed, eating, watching intense sexual movies and having sex.

It was my ultimate life goal, to be truthful.

I felt his fingers run down my spine and I rested my head on my shoulder. "You're so beautiful, what'd I do to deserve you?"

My heart swelled in my chest and I only fell more in love with him than I already was. But I guess it was going to be like that, I guess I was going to keep falling in love with him every day, every second and every minute. It wasn't going to change.

"Harry, I love you, so fucking much." I turned around and looked at him, emerald eyes soft and calm like.

His hand went to my jaw and he pulled my face to his, nudging my nose and kissing it.

"You won't ever understand how much I love you, Summer. You're my bloody world," his lips met mine in a soft kiss, his hands warm on either side of my jaw, my heart pounding incredibly in my chest. I could possibly cry from this overwhelming feeling, in all honesty.

Harry was literally it for me.

We pulled away suddenly when I heard my phone ring. Harry inhaled deeply and kissed the side of my mouth before I got my phone from the side table.

There was an out of the country number and I squinted. Showing Harry the number, he shrugged. "Just answer and see who it is," I nodded and sighed.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hi is this, Miss. Summer Lowal?" I look over to Harry and give him a puzzled look. He only shares the same expression.

"Yeah this is she, may I help you?"

I lean over to Harry, his arms wrapping over my waist and holding the covers for me. I ran my fingers through my hair as I waited for the unknown woman to speak again. "Actually, I'm calling from the New York Agora art gallery, and I've seen your work, personally, I would love to meet up someday, but I know that's quite hard since you live all the way in London, but perhaps you could fly over to New York this weekend and maybe we can establish a fair deal on displaying your art work and further more?"