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"I love you."
I said it. I said it first. I blurted it out.
It's not something that you can just blurt out if you don't mean it though. I genuinely mean it. I've thought about this for a long time now; I can't even remember when I first started thinking this. He makes me feel so good, he makes me feel loved.
What if he doesn't love me though? I don't know what I'm going to do. I have no words to explain those thoughts.
"You love me?" His eyes are wide, as wide as the swollen one can go.
"I do." I do.
"I love you, too."
Before I can even grasp the concept of what he just said, his hands are placed on the sides of my face and his lips are connected to mine. Slowly moving them in sync, his tongue slowly gliding against mine. His thumbs are lightly rubbing the skin underneath my eyes to the backs of my ears.
"I love you, so so much." He whispers against my lips.
A chill gets sent down my spine at his words and I place my hands in his hair, slowly tugging at the curls.
"I've loved you," he moves his lips again. "Since day one." he adds.
I am unbelievably happy and relieved that he feels the same way that I do.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I pull away and his hands are still on my face.
He looks into my eyes and his are little bit glossy, I don't know why.
"I didn't wanna scare you away a-"
"You could never scare me away." I almost whisper and shake my head.
I don't want him to think that I'd just run away from him if he confessed any deep feelings. Love is special, I love love. I love the idea of being loved, loved by Harry. He's the only person I want to love me right now.
I love the way he says my name, especially if he's tired, especially at four in the morning if he can't sleep, or when he just wakes up. I love the way he sings this "orange juice song" whenever he pours me a glass of orange juice, or if I pour myself one. He sings it because "it's my favorite juice and favorite juices need to be sung about." And I love how he sings to me if I can't sleep, or to help me fall asleep. His voice is beautiful. I love the way he laughs at me when I lay upside down on the bed, and how he'll crawl up to my face and kiss me while I'm upside down, just like spider-man. He's my spider-man. I love how he'll pretend to cover his eyes sometimes if I'm getting dressed in front of him, but I know he's peaking and I really don't mind. I love how he hasn't pushed me to do anything with him, when according to most people, he's waited long enough. I love how sweet and respectful he is. He's so caring even though he seems as hard as a rock. I love absolutely everything about this boy, this guy, this man. This man who loves me too. This man, who I know, will do anything and everything to keep me safe. He's told me too many times but I'll never get tired of hearing it.
"You promise?" He looks hopeful.
"I promise."
"I promise I won't hurt you. Ever."
"Don't make a promise you can't keep." I say that because I know that he's capable of hurting me. He's bound to hurt me, at least unintentionally. I could possibly hurt him too. It's not in my intentions, but I know a simple action that either of us do, a simple sentence we say or question we ask could end up hurting the other.
