Authors note- Pardon for the grammar mistakes I only write on a lame ass android phone.
Fatima's P.O.V.
We have finally landed in the U.K.
Harry and I's new home is in his hometown Cheshire but since it's four a.m. and it's a five hour drive to our house we are currently staying in probably the most beautiful hotel ever. No lie. It has a big flat screen tv, a king size bed covered in a gold silk comforter, marbled floors, glass polished dining tables, red leather love seats, and a very modern kitchen. What else is there to ask for? I feel like a rich bitch.
After I'm through drooling over the unique hotel room, I go in search for Harry. It didn't take long to find him. He was literary falling off the damn bed and he is in deep sleep to notice at all. I chuckle at the view. In my attempts of pushing Harry on the bed I succeed. Before taking a shower I take one last glance of this beautiful creature in deep slumber right in front of me. The beautiful creature whom has captivated my heart in a short period of time. I believe that me and Harry share an emotion that is very commonly known but rarely found. Love.
I'm officially going mad.
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After taking a shower with an insanely small bottle of shampoo, I'm finally off to bed. I dont think I will get used to weather in the U.K. It's always such a gloomy weather and back in Texas we have summer heat in the winter as well as all year long. Crazy weather now a days. As I lay in bed I think of how much my life has changed in such short notice. I became engaged in less than twenty four hours with a man I barely know. And not to mention that I left my mom and best friend behind for a secret Harry hasn't even clarified to me. My life is practically in Harrys hands now that I think of it. Harry is my future.
Lost deep in thoughts for what seems hours but is only minutes I feel my eyes droop. Before I know it I'm asleep in the arms of the man beside me, clinging to me as if I'm going to let him go. But I won't. I will never let him go. He has me wrapped around finger and I shall remain there forever.
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10:30am 11.23.13
Last night was probably the only night I slept beautifully (if you know what I mean). Harry is currently in the shower while I'm taking a long ass time trying to choose something warm and comfortable to wear. After what seemed years I settled with some sweats, converse, a sleeping with sirens shirt as well as a cozy hoodie. Im not really into fashion at all. I just wear something comfortable. I practically live off of band t shirts, converse, basketball shorts and sweats (A/N: This is actually what I wear in my everyday life. Lame I know.)
I literally have a mini heart attack because I cant find my phone. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Looking for this?" I literally scream when I hear Harry's voice whisper in my ear. As I turn around to give him a piece of my mind, my eyes land on the piece of technology on his hand. My phone. "Give me that!" I practically shout desperately. "Okay. Try and reach for it." He says before extending his hand towards the ceiling. Oh hell no. When somebody takes 'my precious' I whoop there ass. Im positive im gonna regret what I'm going to do after I laugh my ass off. Before Harry knows it, my right leg connects with his you know what, he is soon crouching on the floor, hands covering his area, while he trys hard not to cry. I just stand there. Laughing. Regretting. "If you were to just give me my phone you wouldn't be in this situation Haz." I say acting all bad ass. A few minutes pass after Harry finally recovers for the incident he stands up and aims a so well known smirk at my face.
Oh, crap. Harry is gonna get me back. Right now. When my mind comprehends whats going to happen, it's to late. Harry is on top off me his huge hands attacking my stomach causing me to errupt in childish laughter that is only causing me to lose my breath. "Stop, please!." I pant between giggles. A few minutes of non stop giggling I am breathing again. It's now ten fifty something. Oh how time flies. "Are you ready to go see our home?" Asks the evil curly haired beauty.
