Slow It Down, Darling. // Harry Styles and Leigh-Anne Pinnock one-shot //

It's been about fifteen minutes now, of lying there wondering how on earth he'd gotten so damn lucky. What sort of immense, Godly act of kindness did he commit in his past life to deserve the sleeping beauty beside him? She's lying opposite him, her small frame secured safely in his right, ink-speckled arm.

Harry's admiring green eyes wondered over her body drinking in how gorgeous her bronze skin looks against the crisp white sheets that are messily slung around her slim yet shapely body. And if he didn't have the artistic skills of a six year old he'd paint a portrait with brown and gold oils, the most expensive, good quality oil paints he could find and he'd take extra care into how he'd paint in all the curves and dips of her goddess-like shape. It would take years, of course but once the masterpiece was complete it would be secured in a beautiful, lavish frame and hung high for thousands to admire, it would be amongst the likes of Kandinsky's work and have 'Mona Lisa' status.

If he were a slight bit poetic he'd write an entire book on her beauty, each page describing just one small feature of her awe-striking appearance. Then take the time to write a whole sequel on only her illuminating smile.

Her personality however, that he'd keep under lock and key, if that were a possibility. The way she lifted his spirits after a long day of work, how she'd always find a silver lining in even the most unbearable situations, her witty and sarcastic comments - that coming from another's mouth would be downright annoying. Nothing compared to her... Well, her. And he likes that he gets to have that, the sarcastic comments and all. He likes that she's all his and that not many get to see this side of her, or any side of her that isn't the public's view on her. Her real personality is for his eyes and his only and he's never been keen on sharing things that are his. Call him childish, and if that's what he is then he's a greedy toddler and Leigh-Anne is his favourite toy.

But his lack of creativity leaves him with the option of something he's not to bad at and has recently taking a liking to since his older sister, Gemma, introduced him to it; photography. In fact he's started quite the collection of cameras and photography related equipment ever since.

Slowly unravelling his lanky arm from Leigh-Anne's hold, he turns and opens the drawer that sits beside his bed and takes out his favourite Polariod camera careful not to wake her out of her peaceful state and with that, he captures his favourite thing about his free mornings with a click of a button. As he sets the camera in its rightful home he feels a stir next to him and beams when he turns back to see her harshly rubbing her tired eyes.

Leigh-Anne opens her heavy eyelids and frowns as her brown eyes adjust to the light pouring from the slit between the dark curtains that hung over the large glass doors, leading to the balcony overlooking the busy streets of central London. She blinks before looking right back at Harry's gaze and the smile she makes is almost as bright his. If this was a page in Harry's book: 'The Brilliance of a Smile' (The sequel to, 'To Piece Together a Perfect Portrait") it would be page 47, titled; 'The Adoring'.

"Hi." His voice comes out low and gruff, not with intention but he just happens to know that it's the sound that sends flutters to her stomach. He dips his head down to press a kiss to her lips and she lazily responds to it, smiling into the kiss when she feels the soft brush of his fingertips on her hip --they're cold in comparison to her warm and slightly sticky skin, she feels goosebumps rise along her side but its comforting in a strange way. The feeling of want is comforting, even more so when you are the object of someone's affection, the only thing solely concealing their entire attention.

She broke the kiss shortly and to stop Harry's whining -- as if he were small child being refused sweets before supper -- she placed a last peck onto his lips once again before replying, "Hi."