I was listening to
Brielle by Sky Sailing,
Haunted by Taylor Swift
and
Something Great by One Direction the entire time I was writing this chapter .
Chapter 9
Elle’s P.O.V.
I was awaken by small yet sweet whispers. My heart flusters at the thought that I might be wrapped around Harry’s arms as he continuously tells me such beautiful things. I thought it was him until I recognize an Irish accent.
It was Niall and we were still cuddled up in his bed.
Delicate and sweet words were coming out from his lips and every word was rewarded with very small pecks on my forehead.
“You’re my princess,” he kisses the top of my head.
“You make me very happy,” he plants another.
“I want to be with you,” and again.
“You and I should be together,” he lifts my chin hoping for a kiss on my lips but his actions are abruptly stopped when he sees a smug smile plastered on my face; my eyes filled with awe. I see his face redden and so does mine.
“Elle!” he says my name, shock and embarrassment all over his face.
I giggle onto his chest, wrapping my hands around him tighter.
I bring my head up to rest it on his torso as he shuffles to support my newly made position.
“You didn’t tell me you were awake.” He says as I nuzzle further onto his chest, bringing up my head to meet his gaze.
“Don’t worry, I found it sweet and you are so adorable.” I assure as I see him getting tomato red.
“I’m not adorable,” he says and I tilt my head up slightly; confusion all over my face, “I’m manly as hell.”
He jokes and laugh—really laugh. I haven’t had much laughs today, it all consisted of sadness but lying with him, made all those pain somewhat fade.
I look up to cup his neck with my thumb carefully caressing his cheek. He watches me dazzle at his cheek that was completely flushed with a deep shade of pink. Finally, I pull down his cheek and force myself up to give him a very thankful kiss. I see all his worry, pain and sorrow lift away as our lips move in sync. I pull away, biting down my cheeks to keep myself from blushing.
He lifts up my chin with his thumb giving me another peck, soft but passionate. I loved the little things he did that made me flutter. I smile back at him, bringing my head to my previous spot on his chest. His muscular and extremely attractive torso. It was comfortable but the silence that filled us was absolutely awkward.
Breaking our awkward silence, he asks,
“What time is it?” he asks me, obviously forgetting that I haven’t been awake the entire time.
“How should I know? I was asleep the whole time!” I state the obvious at my forgetful prince.
“Yeah, I forgot about that.” He strokes my hair as if saying ‘sorry’.
“I was too stunned by how beautiful you were that I forgot you were asleep the whole time.” He states and I feel all the blood transfer to my cheek. This cheeky bastard.
