Dark Song (Mature HS)

14

Harry woke me up in the best way. I've never had him roll on top of me and whisper for me to wake up. He's so beautiful and this made me happy. His warm bare skin is smooth and the two of us cuddle together under the sheets, his eyes very attentive on me.

"What can I make us for breakfast?" I ask, his arm wrapped around me but his fingers are brushing my hair.

"Anything you want," he whispers, my lips pressing to his.

We put on clothes, thankfully I left some here the last time. I have my leggings and his shirt, as well as my sweater. He has put on joggers and remains shirtless, my hand taken in his as we go out to the kitchen. My fingers tie my hair up in a bun and I start to make muffins, his fingers holding my waist while he stays on his phone.

I bite my lower lip when he starts playing music, the song one of love and affection. His arms wrap around me from behind and his lips kiss my temple, my hand moving the muffins into the oven. I turn and Harry grabs my hand, moving me to dance with him. My lips curve and I lean my head in his neck, his soft side always making me weak.

"Would you like to know how long I worked on my song for you?" he asks, my lips curving. I nod and hug him close, his lips pressing to my forehead.

"Three days and one night. I want you to hear it," he says, my eyes closing as he carefully moves his arm out to play something on his phone. Music starts, clearly prepared before, and his lips are close to my ear as he begins to sing.

"I might never be your knight in shining armor. I might never be the one you take home to mother. And I might never be the one who brings you flowers. But I can be the one, be the one tonight," he starts, my lips curving. His claim to being unromantic is written and it makes this moment completely ironic.

He continues singing and the song is completely beautiful, my fingers lightly running against his curls. Harry doesn't even realize everything he's doing makes him even more romantic and beautiful.

"And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out, oh yeah," his voice low and making me smile.

"Baby, I'm perfect. Baby, we're perfect," he sings, my heart pounding. When he finishes the song, I lift my head and move my hands to his neck, smiling up at him.

His bright green eyes make my heart flutter and he smiles, my body pressed against his to stay close to him. I'm so happy with him and I've never felt so happy or proud of anyone.

"Absolutely amazing," I grin, his hands brushing my back. "And I love our little rendezvous."

He lets out a small laugh and kisses me after, my eyes closing as he holds me close.

"Lennon," he whispers, my nose brushing his before I lean my forehead on his. "Will you go out with me tonight?"

A smile breaks across my lips and I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him close. His arms wrap tightly around my torso and he lifts lightly, my knees bending up.

We are hugging, kissing, and dancing until the muffins are ready. The two of us feed each other the delicious food and we go back into his room, my hands gathering my clothes.

"I'll take you home. But I'm going to stay for a while," he says, my lips curving as I nod. We go to his car and he drives, holding my hand tightly as he goes to my apartment building. He parks and we rush into the building, his hand grasping mine tightly.