Relax Angel

Sketching the sleeping angel

I woke up before harry. He was so adorable when he slept. I could've stared at him all day. He was 19 and he had tons of tattoos, I wonder what they mean I thought to myself. I was 17 and I couldn't wait 'till I was 18 so I could get tattoos. I was very amused that people could have permanent art in there skin. Demi Lovato was one of my idols, and I wanted to get the 'Stay Strong' wrist tattoos she had. Anyway Harry was still asleep, sleeping like a beautiful angel. I loved him so much, more than he would probably ever knew. I might've been playing hard to get to see if he cared. Because if he really liked me as much as he said he did, he wouldn't give up on me that easy. That's why I was testing him. He was so caring though, he was was so nice to me. Whenever we would go anywhere he would tell me how nice I looked. He would always tell me how 'pretty' I was. Although when I was younger people would always call me ugly so I had some trust issues with believing people. I kissed Harry on his cheek. I was so afraid of losing him, so afraid that he would find somebody better than me. There were millions of other girls that were way prettier than me that would die to even take a picture with him. I got out my sketchbook and started to sketch his lips, amd then the rest of his face. He finally started to open his eyes. He sat up and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Watcha doin' angel?" "Oh, ya know just sketching." He smiled