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Virginie's Point Of View

December 8th

Waking up to Harry this morning is like a dream. Even if I woke up earlier than him, for once, I stay in his arms and look at him. I know how he hates to wake up alone. My bed is so tiny, not like the one he has at home. We are so tight against each other, but for once, I don't mind. I've missed him so much, words can't even describe the horrible pain I felt in the last three weeks. But now it's over. He is here, in my arms, with me and he loves me. He loves me enough for me to move in with him.

Me moving in with Harry... What does that imply? I really don't know. I don't know what are his intentions. I don't know what's going through his mind. I don't know anything. All I know is that tomorrow are my last exams and then my stay at King's is over. I can't believe how time flew by, how the night changed. I giggle to myself and look at Harry. How did I end up so lucky in my life? I only dreamt about being in love in London. I never thought it would happen, let alone so fast and so deeply. And here I am, cursed by my own desire, having to leave him in a couple of days. Harry is everything more than I could have asked for. He is passionate, loving, caring, protective, smart, extremely talented, funny, charming and he is a handsome gentleman. He is, though, stubborn, sometimes insecure and he keeps his feelings for himself when he is struggling with some things. But that's part of who he is and I am alright with living with them for the rest of my life. We help ourselves to be better when we are together. I love him so much for who he is and for who he made me become.

I comb his hair out of his face and look at his sleeping features. His lips are pouted and in a beautiful shade of dark pink. His nose is beautifully defined breathing in and out at a regular slow pace. His eyes move a little under his eyelids, making his extremely long eye lashes to shake to the sleepy movement of his eyes. His brows are beautifully furnished and defined. His forehead is large and strong leading to his wonderful long curly hair. I comb the entire length and I can't believe how long it is. I find remarkable that he wants to give his hair for a wig. I have a girl friend back home who did the same thing. I always thought they needed to shave it off to make a wig, but they only need 25 centimeters or 9 inchs Harry said. My friend cut her hair at half its length. I definitly want to do the same. It's such a small realisation to do and it changes someone's life. I will be growing my hair for this, it's an amazing cause.

My attention is back at his gorgeous looking sleepy face. I caress softly his cheeks with the tip of my fingers. His beard is growing. It's not very long, but I can feel the roughness against my fingers. Harry with a beard?! I don't know what it would be like. My hand slides down his neck to his chest. He has some long chest hair, but they are somewhat rare. It's really adorable. I trail my thumb on the bird on the right and notice something. It's not like the other one. I get a closer look and see it's covering something, another tattoo. It seems like it was written 'LOVE'. Why did he cover it?

"Morning Angel..." He murmurs in a low, deep and raspy sexy voice.

"Morning my love!" I joyfully say pressuring my lips to his. I've been keeping myself from kissing him since I've woken up. It was long overdue.

He giggles and open his eyes. Finally I can see them and how deep and beautiful they look. I've miss them.

"It's the first time I've slept this good in weeks." Harry whispers to me.

"Me too. I'm so happy you are here. I thought you were coming back today, with Liam."

"I wanted to come back a day early, I missed you too much. I was golfing with my friends Sunday and we were talking about you and they said 'Why don't you just fly back to her tonight?' and that's what I did." He smiles at me kissing the tip of my nose.