The next morning
Harry's POV
I woke up to the sun shining through the hotel window, and the sound of Annabelle breathing. It was a perfect moment, it felt like I had died and went to heaven.
I gazed at her. Her beauty was indescribable.
I trailed my eyes over her still, naked body. The sun was gleaming directly on her body and she looked angelic. A soft glow came off her skin. My eyes went to her neck, and on it were 2 hickeys. I did that to her, and it was a way to show everyone that she was mine. All mine.
Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open, and she brought her hand up the shield her eyes from the sun.
"Good morning beautiful." I whispered.
"Morning." She said in a groggy morning voice.
She shifted herself closer to me, and rested her head on my shoulder.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" She said, tracing her finger along the veins in my hand.
"What is it?"
"D-do you love me?" She asked, her voice had a slight tone of nervousness.
Yes, yes, yes. I love you. So terribly much.
"Of course I love you." I kissed the top of her head.
She smiled with satisfaction.
"Ok. Cause I love you."
As soon as I heard those words, I was filled with the overwhelming sensation of joy. I hadn't felt like this since my first love. What an amazing feeling it was, to know that the person you love, loves you back.
The moment was interrupted by an abrupt knock at the door.
"Pennsylvania Police Deparment! Open the door immediately!"
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A/N: my apologies for the short chapter! to be continued...
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Butterflies - H.S.
Fanfiction16 year old Annabelle Taylor falls in love with 27 year old Harry Styles: who just so happens to be the Priest at her Catholic Church. Inspired by Lana Del Rey's "Butterflies - Part 2" *AGE DIFFERENCE, MATURE CONTENT*
