Little Things

Chapter 1

Harrys POV:

It’s late, 2am and she’s probably sound asleep in our bed. I miss sleeping with her at night. The way her blonde hair falls onto her back and shoulders, the way her chest rises and falls with every soft breath; I miss just how perfect she is without even trying. 

I’m on my way home from tour with the boys; she isn't expecting me home for another week.

I've been with Emma for five years now, and I love her like crazy. Our lives are going to change tonight. 

The car stops outside of my flat and I say my goodbyes to the boys.

“Good luck mate!” they cheer before I shut the door and grab my bags from the trunk.

I walk up to the house and quietly open the door. I set my things down and search through one of my bags for the box. I find it and open it, I hope she likes it. I take a deep breath, close the box, and walk down the hall to our room. 

I slowly open the door and find her laying on her back in one of my old t-shirts, under the blankets sound asleep. She’s beautiful.

I walk over and kneel at the side of the bed. Entwining my hand in hers I lean up and kiss her softly. She lets out a breath and turn over to her side, facing me. I let go of her hand and lightly brush the hair out of her face.

"Babe wake up" I whisper. 

Emmas POV: 

I woke up to the sound of the front door closing. Immediately I imagined Harry walking down the hall and coming home early. But that was just a fantasy; he wasn’t due home for another week. I closed my eyes again and quickly fell back to sleep.

 Suddenly I felt his hand and his lips against mine. I shifted my position and tried to go back to sleep, knowing it was just a dream.

"Babe wake up"

 I slowly opened my eyes and saw him kneeling by my side of the bed. This had to be a dream; he wasn't due home for another week.

"I'm home" he whispered with a smile.