Tortured (complete)

Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Harry's pov:

Holding Jaycie in my arms for the first time in weeks is the best feeling in the entire world. I finally feel whole again. It seems as if nothing can ever go wrong again. Everything is perfect and I don't need anything else besides her and this moment.

The only thing I'll ever need is to hold her in my arms, forever. We can sleep in each others arms like right now. There isn't a moment I would trade for the feeling of being here with her now. Finally feeling her warmth. Feeling her breath catch, see her eyes light up like stars, feeling her heart race against mine. Everything's perfect.

Jaycie stirs in her sleep and her tiny hands grip onto the material of my shirt. I slowly bring my hand to her cheek and slowly stroke it.

"Mmm," she mumbles in her sleep. I can feel her smile grow on my chest.

"Good morning, love," I say.

She lifts her head slightly to look at me and I push back a bit to see her.

"Morning," she says happily.

I place my hand on her cheek and her eyes close again. My fingers caress her cheek and she moves closer to my hand.

"I want to take you somewhere," I say.

She looks up at me excitedly.

"Where?" She says.

"It's a surprise," I smirk.

She lightly punches my arm and I laugh at her.

"I love you," I say and lift her chin.

"I love you too," she says.

I plant a kiss on her forehead and pull her on top of me so her head is laying on my chest.

"Should we get up?" I ask.

"In a bit," she says and places her hand on my chest,"I just want to stay like this a little longer."

I don't argue as my arm wraps around her body.

Her breaths can be felt on my chest. I revel in the feeling and close my eyes. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky. What great act of kindness did I preform to deserve her. I could have sworn I was nothing, but then Jaycie came in and made my life good again. I will love this girl for the rest of my life.

Jaycie's pov:

I lay in bed waiting for Harry to come back and show me his surprise. I'm a little nervous. For what reason, I don't know.

"Sweet heart?" I hear my dads voice,"Harrys outside."

I feel the butterflies in my stomach and I jump out of bed.

"I'll be down in a second," I say.

I grab my shoes and put them on quickly. I look in the mirror at what I'm wearing. It's a black dress that reaches a little less than mid thigh with a pair of black lace leggings and a pale color knit cardigan on top to keep me warm in the winter air.

"How do I look?" I ask my dad.

"Beautiful," he smiles.

"Okay," I sigh nervously with a smile.

I make the journey downstairs and my mother is standing there with a huge smile on her face. She gives me a thumbs up and a huge smile. When I turn around I see Harry standing there.

He's wearing a blue button down shirt with black dress pants and shoes. He looks flawless.

"You look beautiful," he says and grabs my hand.