Bottomless Love // Harry Styles

Chapter 28

"and in the end, we were all just humans... drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness,"

 

                                              F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

 

Harry's POV

 

I stretched out of the large mass of the bed, the joints in my back popping as my body twisted and turned, the extra tension disappearing.

My eyes landed on the sleeping figure beside me, who happened to be curled up into a tight ball. Through my hazy vision, my eyes focused on Brooke, who even though her hair was splattered in every direction, she still happened to look like a goddess.

A smile fell upon my lips as I snaked my arms around her, tugging her until she fit perfectly into my body.

I held her in my arms, her face pressed against my chest.

I placed a soft, gentle kiss to the tip of her nose, my heart melting when it wiggled ever so slightly.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, tenderly kissing her forehead.

"So perfect," I dragged my fingers across her cold, rosy cheeks. "when did I even become so lucky?"

Brooke's POV

I so desperately wanted, needed, to open my eyes and kiss Harry all over his perfect little face but he kept showering the cutest things at me and I wanted to hear what he thinks, what he says when I'm 'asleep'.

"Loving you is toxic," Harry announced, his tender voice soft, as he didn't want to wake me up, when he spoke mostly to himself and my sleeping figure (or so he thinks). "I can feel it through my veins. You're intoxicating, to the point where my head is all haze when you send me something as simple as a smile. Your kisses are like pure heaven; that's until the poison infects my mind so every thought is just of you. Your touch is like an overpowering, heart stopping drug, and honestly I could overdose on you any day. Your affection pierces my heart, injecting venom deep within and since it only beats for you,"

I wiggled closer to Harry, hiding my face in the fabric of his shirt so he couldn't see me smiling with joy.

"You're awake," he gasped, yanking me carefully, but powerfully away from him.

My eyes snapped open, the smile spreading further on my lips. "I love you so fucking much," I harshly whispered, slamming my lips into his.

He flinched with surprise, but snatched my face in his hands so he could deepen the kiss.

There was an initial meeting of lips followed by a passionate warmer melting under this congress.

At once our mouths were moving in concord, as though we couldn't get enough of each other, as though to devour each other with our lips, mouths, and tongues would be the only way to express what we felt.

His lips retreated away from mine, as he rested his forehead against mine.

"How does it feel to be the only thing I want?" Harry uttered, a smirk tugging on his lips, that so desperately needed to be against mine.

"Pretty magnificent actually," I giggled, pecking his lips airlessly.

His smile widened, and his fingers ran up my shirt, caressing the soft skin on my back. "Good,"