Through the Enlightenment (Harry Styles)[Bk.3]

39. Quality Time

Harry's POV

After Elizabeth feel asleep, I shrugged on my pajama pants and headed downstairs to allow Misty back into the house. I set her bowl of water by her bed, then made sure that the doors were locked along with our gate before heading back to our bedroom.

A trace of a smile pulls on my lips as I stare at Elizabeth fast asleep beside me, our room completely in darkness and yet I can still see her beautiful face. These moments are the only times I love being what I am because I can take in every little detail about her.

I watch her slow even breathing escape through her pink parted lips, her head was turned facing me with her hand laying on the pillow beside her head making her seem so delicate and small as her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks.

Carefully, I remove my arm from beneath my head before reaching over gently grabbing hold of her soft hand; leaning over kissing the back of her fingers.

I love this women, more than life itself. I am truly blessed.

I pull my lips away from her hand feeling her stir, staying still not wanting to wake her. Elizabeth lets out a small breath before turning onto her side and I loosen my grip around her hand allowing her to tuck both of her hands towards her chest snuggling closer into her pillow.

I have to figure this mess out, for her sake. It's so frustrating not knowing what exactly is going on. I want to solve this and make this the last thing we have to worry about.

Why does it always seem like we keep going back and forth? I promise her that everything will be okay and that we don't have to worry about anything else and then when everything seems like it's going perfect some shit has to happen. I hate it. I deeply despise it because it feels like I'm giving her false hope and that is not my job.

"I promise. I'll figure this out." I whisper reaching out pushing a strand of her hair off her forehead with my fingertips.

"No matter what this is...I'll keep you safe." I mutter softly, running the back of my finger down her rosy cheek. "Even if it kills me in the process."

Elizabeth's POV

I feel myself slowly lift out of my deep slumber, blinking my eyes open trying to adjust them to the early morning light seeping through the window. I screw my eyes shut, blinking them again and a slow smile pulls on my lips as they focus on Harry, who was still fast asleep.

His head was facing the other way, light snores seeped past his slightly parted pink lips, while his chest moved slowly up and down at an even pace. I smile leaning over kissing Harry's  cheek before snuggling into his chest, closing my eyes once more; deciding upon myself that we will have a lay in.

Just when I was about to fall back asleep, I felt something start to crawl up my leg. I frown, opening my eyes lifting my head off Harry's chest seeing Misty laying down by our feet. She let out a small growl chewing on something.

"What are you doing?" I whisper as she moved closer to Harry's feet making him stir.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Harry mutters in a groggy voice, turning his head, blinking at me completely at a loss.

"Nothing." I shake my head. "Misty just got on the bed."

Harry frowned, lifting his head off the pillow to gaze down at Misty before letting it fall back in defeat, letting out a tired breath; draping his arm over his eyes.

"What are you chewing on?" I ask propping myself on my elbow, reaching over patting her back. Misty ignores me and slightly turns her body around allowing me to see the green tennis ball she had resting between her paws.