beautiful | daniel howell

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day two: tuesday.
reason two: your hair.

as they walked together, dan thought about how he would show her she was beautiful today. what he would pick, because there was so much to chose from. elodie thought about it too. but she wondered how he would chose from an empty list.

the sky was a pale baby-blue shade; feathered clouds dotted around. the sun was bright again and the pastel colours of dan's mind could surely think of something for today. but elodie's plain black and white mind seemed stumped for a reason two.

dan's eyes lit up and he bounced ahead of elodie and around a corner. once she had made her way to where dan went she was pulled back by her hips into a shallow door frame. they stayed tucked away, bodies touching, for what semed like hours. but it was only around twenty seconds. dan pushed away golden strands that had fallen over her eyes and tucked a large daisy behind her ear.

"reason two," he started. elodie just cocked an eyebrow in response. "your hair." he said smiling.

"what about it?" elodie asked, chuckling almost at how dan could think something as boring as her hair was beautiful.

"it's golden. and its beautiful."

"it's just like everybody else's though."

"nobody else's shines like yours. it glows. and its stunning. the way it falls over your shoulder's perfectly. the way it's so smooth and soft. the way it curls at the ends. i love it all." the pair breathed in sinc, chests rising and falling together as they both stood smiling like idiots, in the confined doorway.

he pulled elodie back out and dragged her by her wrist down the cobbled street, passed all of the carts of flowers for sale, including the one of daisies.

dan loved this part of town because it was vintage and the retro style was something dan adored. they ran to bike rental, renting two bikes with wiker baskets. one was a pastel blue, that one was dan's and the other was a pastel yellow, that one was elodie's. they rode together down the street, wind blowing in their hair and smiles plastered across their faces.

they rode to a field dan came to alot when he was a young boy. it was a daisy field filled with small one's and large one's. he liked daisies alot.

resting their bikes down onto the vibrant green grass, dan pulled elodie down onto his chest. she rolled off so she could lay down next to him and look up at the sky.

dan thought the sky was pretty, but he thought elodie was prettier. so he couldn't help but watch her the whole time as she pointed out shapes in the clouds. he rose a hand to her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. his movements forced her to look at him. "you are beautiful."