Three Words| h.s dark

Chapter 26: Today Is Perfect

* July 9th- 6:23 a.m. *

I woke with large, strong arms around me. I managed to make it out of Harry's grasp without waking him. 

I walked downstairs and called Perrie, I needed someone to talk to, and I really didn't feel like talking to Emily.

"Hello?" It feels good to hear Perrie's voice.

"Perrie." I sigh out.

"Leah? Are you alright?" 

"I'm fine, really." I lie. 

"Oh, well, what's up?"

"Can you come over?" I bite my lip.

"Yeah, sure." 

"Great. See you soon." I smile before hanging up.

To occupy myself I flip through the TV stations, finding nothing amusing on. Finally, after watching some documentary on lions, Perrie knocks on the door.

"Hi." I open the door, smiling wide for the first time today. 

"Hello." Perrie says, walking inside and taking her shoes and coat off.

"It's still raining?" I chuckle.

"Yeah. It's getting worse. So, what's up?" 

"I need to talk to you." 

"Alright," She says, taking a seat on the couch, "what's up?"

I explain everything to her. I tell her everything that has happened since the day we last saw each other. 

"I think you should go to the doctor." She says, crossing her legs on the couch.

"How come?" I furrow my eyebrows together in confusion. Why would I need to go to the doctor?

"I think you have depression. Or something like that," She shrugs, "I could take you later if you'd like."

"You really think I should go?" 

She nods.

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"Alright. Here's your prescription for Celexa." The pharmacist says, handing me my bag.

Celexa is a medication for depression. It turns out a had a very serious case of depression, causing me to act the way I am. 

I hate it.

I drive home, and when I walk inside Harry is sitting on the couch.

"Where have you been?" He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, standing up. I was surprised he wasn't going off on me for leaving without his permission like how he normally does. 

"I went to the doctor." I shrug and slide my shoes off.

"Why?" 

I handed him the bag and watched his eyebrows furrow together. He opened it and looked inside, his eyes widen. 

"You have depression?" 

"Yeah." I nod, looking down. I excepted him to yell at me, even though I couldn't help it, but he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Things will get better." He says and kisses my forehead.

"You really think so?" I look up at him.

"Of course. Are you hungry?" He asks.

"A little. Yeah, I guess." I shrug, pulling away from him to slide off my jacket.

"Alright. I already made pancakes. They're in the kitchen." He smiles, scratching the back of his neck.

"Aw, did you really, Harry?" I smile ear to ear.

"Yeah. It's nothing, Leah." He bites his lip.

"Thank you." I say before skipping into the kitchen, smiling.

Harry and I spend the morning eating pancakes and giggling together. Honestly, I wished he was like this all the time instead of being so serious and acting like he 'owned' me. I hated how he was so bipolar, I guess you could say. He had several personalities. This was my favorite Harry: Funny and lovable. Well, he's always lovable, but you know what I mean.

I felt in my pocket and pulled out two small Dove Chocolates I got at the doctors. 

"Here." I say, scooting closer to Harry on the couch, handing it to him.

"What's this?" 

"Chocolate."

He opened it quickly.

I said, "Careful! It says something on the inside!" 

He looks on the inside of the wrapper. "Be fearless." 

I open mine. "Happiness is contagious."

He just sighs and crumples his paper, tossing it to the floor.

I huff and do the same. Maybe he should go to the doctor.

"What do you want to do?" He asks, wrapping a arm around my waist. 

"I'm bad at making decisions. You choose."

"I have a few things in mind." He smirks, twirling a piece of my hair around his finger. I can't help but smile.

"And what are those things?" 

"You wouldn't want to know." 

"You sure about that?" I smile and position myself so that I'm straddling his waist. 

He leans forward and slams his lips onto mine, kissing me roughly. Instant, usual butterflies fly around my stomach. I kiss him harder, feeling goosebumps pricking my skin. His touch has always done this to me.

And I loved it.

* An Hour Later- 2:45 p.m. *

Harry slides on his boxers, just as I pull on my shirt. I stood up, fully clothed. After a few minutes he was too.

"It's been awhile." I chuckle. 

"Yeah." He sighs, sitting down on the couch.

"What's wrong?" I sit down next to him.

"Nothing," He shakes his head, "I don't know. Nothing really. I just have nothing to say, I guess."

"Oh."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He just smiles and pecks my lips. I rest my head on his shoulder.

We spend the afternoon and evening watching cheesy movie on TV. Honestly, so far, this has been my favorite day with Harry. Days like this I appreciate with him. I appreciate even every single second with him. He's mine. 

I just find it almost insane that he loves me. I know I've been over it several times, but it's just a 'wow' feeling. The first guy you love loves you back. It's a bizarre feeling, really. It was almost like I was dreaming. Being in love felt like walking on clouds. Like Heaven.

I don't know what Heaven is, but I'm pretty sure it can't beat days like this with the love of my life.

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