slow down.

= chapter 19 =

He flips me over onto my hands and knees. Rubbing me, he pushes in repeatedly asking me if I'm ok. I assure him and he continues to thrust in and out.

It continues the whole night. We'd take a break. Then switch things up. Until we were to weak to move. He literally 'fucked me into tomorrow!' and I must say my first time was quite interesting. It didn't take place where I expected it to. It lasted longer than I expected it to. And it hurt at first but as the night went on the pain went away.

Its now 7:00am and I can't even begin to think about how to describe how I feel right now. But, I can't stop thinking about it so I'll try to describe it to clear it up for myself.

As I lay here I look at him. Laying on the plain cream colored white sheets. He still sweating and his face is turned towards me. The sunlight just makes his skin look perfect but then the black ink that stains his skin gives it a beautiful darkness. I am going to admit we are sort of like ying and yang.

He wears dark or just black skinny jeans every day. Then he compliments them with a T-shirt usually. I've learned he doesn't like to get dressed up. He has many, many, many tattoos and I don't have one. He is very open and easy to believe but I know he has the pain of his lives story behind the wall of disguise he puts up to others. Trying to not let anyone see that vulnerble side of him. Its think the darkness in him is a beautiful. Its the perfect kind of darkness.

I've always tried to be perfect. I know it sounds ridiculous but I tried to be the image everyone wanted me to be. But Harry doesnt even care about that.  Coming to a new place like this is great for me. I'm finally starting over. And I've finally found that one person that makes me happy.

Looking at him right now I see the future. I see us and I like it.

As soon as he wakes up I have something to tell him. Almost as if right on que he wakes.

He just lays there staring into my eyes. His lips perfectly curved to fit into mine. He reaches his arm out for mine and takes my hand in his then he smiles.

"Harry... I love you!" His eyes go wide and he's clearly surprised. So I'm guessing he wasn't expecting me to say that. But I'm not sure if that is a bad thing or or not.

"Ar-Ariel I- um, wow, I was not expecting that." I start to tear up. Does he not love me? Before all of my hope was gone he takes his hand and places it softly under my chin, lifting my head to meet his.

He brings his lips closer and our lips touch in the most comforting and gentle way possible. He pulls away placing his forehead on mine.

"Ariel. I love you. I never said that I didn't before because you caught me off guard. I just woke up." My heart jumps through my chest. Hearing him say 'I love you' with his thick British accent as he looks into my eyes makes me want to explode. He's got that special effect on me.

We get up and get dressed then get our stuff together. He said we are coming back later to get the tent. But right now we're going to Harry's house so we can both take a shower.

***

We get to Harry's house and walk through the door. He tells me to get a shower first and I obey. When I walk into his bathroom the walls are navy blue and perfectly painted. Harry stands at the door watching me get undressed.

"Um.. Can I help you?" I jokingly ask

"Yes actually. To help me though I need you to keep getting undressed in front of me." I roll my eyes and turn around, my back facing him. I'm pretty insecure about my body but after last night turning around and pretending he isn't watching me is good enough. As soon as I enter the shower and the warm water hits my cold skin he leaves the room.