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nineteen

A/N:
This chapter is probably gonna switch POVs pretty often so pay attention.

EMMMA'S POV:

I stand in the doorway of Harry's bathroom with a white towel wrapped around my body because naturally, I forgot my clothes in his room and being the cheeky little shit he is, it's not like he'd bring them to me if I asked. With a long, drawn out sigh, I made my way down to his room and walked in to find him with his ankles crossed and arms behind his head as he watched TV. Reruns of Modern Family were playing and he seemed really into it.

He spots me at the door and his eyes widen. "Where are your clothes?" he chokes. I nod to where they're placed. "Oh," he says and grabs them. I walk to him and take them.

"Close your eyes," I say.

"You have a tattoo?" he asks, surprise evident in his tone. He's seen me with a tank top on but never looked at my shoulder.

"Uh, yeah," I mumble. "Now close your eyes."

HARRY'S POV:

My eyes bulge out of my head when I see Emma. Her body is glowing and water glistens against her tanned skin, making her look like a goddess. A towel is the only thing covering her beautiful self. I would try to make it less obvious that I'm gawking at her, but I just can't.

"Where are you clothes?" I croak. She nods to them and I take the pile and hand it to her.

Her back is now towards me and I notice a small line of black birds going up her left shoulder.

"Close your eyes," she demands.

"You have a tattoo?" I question.

"Uh, yeah," she mumbles. "Now close your eyes."

"Do you have anymore?" I ask, completely ignoring her demands.

"Yes."

"Can I see?"

"No."

"One day?"

"Maybe."

I shut my eyes and hear the towel drop to the floor. It's taking everything in me not to open them and let my eyes rake her body, taking in every single microscopic element of her. I want nothing more than to see her and tell her how beautiful she is even if she wouldn't believe me. I put my head in my hands and groan while she giggles.

"You can open." I don't hesitate to see again. My mouth waters when I look at her. She has tiny little shorts on that show off her amazing legs and a slightly baggy band t-shirt.

She pretends not to notice that I'm practically drooling over her and crawls into the bed next to me. She lies on her back and I turn to face her.

"My God," I breathe, as I take all of her in. From her beautiful auburn hair fanning out around her head, to the way her nose slopes, the dip before her full lips begin, the curve of her mouth, the center of her collarbone, all the way down to her little toes.

"What?" she asks, turning her head to me.

"You're so f.ucking beautiful, Em," I say and kiss the tip of her nose. The blood quickly rises to her cheeks so I kiss those also. An idea pops into my head and I grab my phone, opening up the camera.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Taking a picture of you," I shrug and hold up the phone. "Say cheese."

She tries to hide her face but ends up failing. She busts out laughing as I continuously snap pictures. "Stop!" she shrieks with laughter, trying to bury herself into my side.