SPACES [Editing]

To Put Him Into Words

Song of the chapter:
- I Do by Susie Suh

Harry Styles

I was staring at him again. I found myself doing this since the day I met him and now that we're married, I'm trying to keep myself from getting hard while I'm doing so.

Because damn, he looks so hot on the bed right now. He's wearing glasses (he usually doesn't), the lower half of his body buried in the sheets, and the other half wearing one of my shirts. He's grading his students' papers, which he doesn't really have to do because he just ends up giving them perfect scores for their essays. He made them write something about their families and he doesn't even check for grammar and spelling errors. He just says 'aww' and smiles and places a stamp on top of the paper.

"You're gonna have to proofread their papers someday, you know?" I said, placing a kiss on the cup of tea before handing it to him.

"Thanks, love. And I know, but maybe when they're old enough to mind them." He took a sip. "Mm, I love when you kiss the side of the cup before giving it to me."

"You noticed?" I asked. I didn't think he would, because sometimes I'd do it discreetly.

"I always do." He said, pouting up so I could kiss him. "Now off you go, I can't be distracted."

He spanked my bum as I turned around and walked away from him. And God, he was biting his lower lip when he did that. I debated on whether I should just leave or jump on him, but I cared too much about the children and their education. Hah. Probably later.

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I decided to write my wedding vows for Louis to keep myself occupied while he was working. I'm gonna have to, sooner or later, so I thought that maybe I should start writing now. I was at the far side of the room, with a pen in my hand and a blank sheet of paper in front of me.

I've been to weddings before, I've listened to so many vows, I've witnessed how they'd say the words sincerely into their spouse's eyes. Yet I have absolutely no idea on how I'm supposed to go about this.

I don't know what to write, since I always tell him the things I want to say. All I know is that I love him and that I have to spend all of my days with him until my last breath.

People tell us that we're like soulmates, and I'd have to admit, I never understood the soulmate stuff, all that mushy love thing. I didn't believe that. Not until I met him and it just felt like he was made for me? Like we were connected, like we were supposed to be together?

The thing about feeling empty and incomplete before having that special someone, I never understood why people say that until he came into my life and effortlessly fit himself right into my puzzle.

I never got why people call it 'stealing my breath away'. When it happened to me, I found myself handing it over to him freely, like he didn't even have to try, I just let it go.

And I never liked blue eyes until I fell in love with someone with blue eyes. It's the color of the sky and the ocean and floating-- it's definitely the color of floating. Just, always floating. Floating when I fell, floating when he caught me, floating when I'm resting in his arms.