Harry.
Hazza.
Harold.
Haz.
Hazzabear.
Different ways to say his name were running through my head because all I could ever think about wad Harry. And his beauty.
But what I hated was that Harry didn't see his beauty. He though low of himself. Even though I tell him he's beautiful, he doesn't believe. We'll be cuddling in bed and he'll sometimes just start crying. I ask what's wrong and the answer is always the same. I'm not beautiful how could you live someone so ugly.
I always pull him closer and kiss him with all the love in the world. Telling him he's gorgeous in every way. He sighs and falls asleep after ward. He'll never know how beautiful he is.
As I think that the boy walks into the room with a bowl of cereal and messy hair. The curls are knotted and sticking up in different places. His green eyes glazed over in sleep. He's only wearing a pair of my boxers. So if I can't tell him he's beautiful.
I'll show him.
With that I sit up and take the bowl out of his hands. He looks at me and opens his mouth to speak but I shush him and push him onto his back. He frowns and looks at me confused. Until I lean down and press my lips to his.
I soon pull back and run my fingers through his hair. "Your beautiful!"
He sighs and I kiss his eyelids and nose. "Beautiful!"
I peck his lips, jawbone and bite lightly at his neck. "Gorgeous."
I kiss his callerbones and inbetween the two birds. "Pretty!"
I kiss down his stomach and suck a really quick mark into his thigh. "Handsome."
I climb back up to him and kiss him slowly. "Your beautiful Harry. I don't care if I have to tell you everyday for the rest of my life, until you believe me. Just know that your beautiful."
Tears pool in his eyes as he wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss full of love.
He really is beautiful!
