Picture Perfect [UNDER REVISION]

Bits and Pieces (Pt. 2)

"Better than words, but more than a feeling." — Harry Styles

Lucy's POV

Our lips moved together the same way a dandelion dances in the wind, carelessly and recklessly. Harry had tightened his grip around my waist, a low moan vibrating against my lips as I combed my fingers through his long tresses. The kisses shared between us were fervent, and the thirst for pleasure only seemed to grow stronger every time his mouth found its way back to mine, the act itself better than what words could be used to describe; I couldn't get enough of him.

Suddenly, droplets of rain began to patter against my cheek as the air thickened with humidity, water eventually trickling down to the crook of my neck. The unexpected shower, however, gave us little reason to stop. Harry playfully nibbled at my bottom lip, allowing his tongue to gain entry to the foreign parcels of my mouth. He massaged his tongue ever so gently over mine, evoking a new kind of excitement deep within me. Frenching was not something in my neck of the woods, but I had a feeling the technique would come more naturally to me the more I practiced with Harry.

The protective hold around my waist had ceased to exist, for Harry's large hands developed an interest in my sides, trailing up to my shoulders where they rested firmly before his lips pulled away from mine. Foreheads pressed together, I inhaled the minty scent leaving his mouth, still breathless from our embrace. Harry's face broke out into a huge grin as he saw me blush while shyly looking down at the grass.

"Mm. That's what a real kiss feels like, baby," His husky voice rang like a soft melody throughout my ear before plump lips connected to the skin underneath the lobe, kissing down.

He attacked the spot just above my left collarbone ferociously, making me moan out his name. Blood quickly rose to the surface of my skin as the flesh bruised to a purplish color. Harry lightly grazed his teeth over the sensitive mark before leaving a trail of wet kisses around the area. He lifted his head from my neck, admiring the hickey with smug look on his face that made my eyes want to roll. I moved some hair over my chest to cover the bruise before releasing a soft sigh.

"Stop, it looks good on you," Harry insisted while nudging some of my hair out of the way to look at the love bite he left on my neck.

"Um, thanks. I think," I replied before shifting my focus to my surroundings.

I could see everything so much more clearly now. Orange street lights illuminated the light drizzle creating the mystic atmosphere around me. I closed my eyes to relish the moment; I felt content. Once my eyelids fluttered open, I caught Harry observing me intently, trying to unravel my thoughts.

"You are the most mystifying creature I've ever laid my eyes on. Why is it that I'm only realizing it now?" He asked himself while bringing the back of my hand up to his heart-shaped lips. Harry softly kissed each knuckle before giving my palm a little squeeze.

"M-maybe all this time you thought you were seeing, but you were really just looking," I suggested, slightly frowning as he decided to let go of my hand. It felt oddly cold without the warmth of his.

"Looking but not really seeing, huh? You're gonna have to be a little more specific, love," Harry chuckled as I felt my face flush.

"It's...It's like you were just looking at the tip of my iceberg. But the only way you can discover the complexity underneath is by digging deep." I explained in more lucid terms. He showed his understanding by nodding along.

"Right, I have to look harder to find the bits and pieces of your puzzle even though they're already there," Harry grinned, satisfied with his educated interpretation.

"My thoughts exactly," I giggled.

"Wow, when did you become such a wise girl?" He asked teasingly. I simply shrugged.

"I've always been a wise girl," I stated proudly. "Maybe you've just never noticed."

"Point noted. Anyway, I guess I should walk you back home now. It's getting pretty dark," Harry sighed, looking around the park before taking my hand in his.

"Yes, that would be the most logical thing to do," I agreed, "But first–" I stopped myself, mid sentence, and brought my lips to his in a gentle kiss. I needed to feel his lips on mine one last time tonight, for these feelings were almost too good to be true.

Harry kissed me back passionately, giving my hand another squeeze before pulling away in a smile. "I'll never be able to get use to that. The feeling of your lips against mine is just pure perfection."

Green eyes gave me a faint smile while tugging me along the stone path, leading us both out of the park. I rested my head on Harry's shoulder as we walked past the trees and looked up at the rain clouds, which were slowly starting to clear, when his words began to replay in my mind.

Pure perfection.

There really wasn't a better way to describe it.

A/N: I was trolling on tumblr when I found the picture I posted above. Hopefully it makes you laugh too :) haha~ my SATs were cancelled today because of Storm Jonas, so I was able to update.

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–M