pure (h.s.)

fifty one

"Harry, do I need these?"

I'm packing my suitcase for England. I have never been out of the state, so Harry is helping me pack.

Harry nods. I put the pair of boots in my bag and move on with more clothes. The more I pack, the more excited I get. England. I can't believe I'm going. I had always been okay with staying here in LA, but now I want more. Harry made me want more.

Harry finished packing a few hours ago. I, on the other hand, have taken 4 hours to pack this bag and I am not even done. I'm not good at packing, considering i've never done it before.

I look over at Harry who is sitting on the bed with his head on the pillow and his hands behind his head. Holy shit. His legs are bent and he looks like heaven. He is so attractive and he's all mine.

"What?" His lips form a smile. When he smiles, he's even more attractive if that's even possible.

"Nothing, I just love you," I say crawling on the bed. His arms reach for me as I move into them. My head rests on his chest and he kisses my forehead.

"I love you more," he whispers in my ear. That's not true. I need him more than he needs me. I definitely love him more. "But you need to finish packing that bag," he jokes. I laugh and move off the bed to finish packing.

After about an hour, I finish the packing my polka dotted bag. Harry got it for me and said that it reminded him of me. He said that no one would take it at the airport because it wasn't plain.

I fall back on the bed, "Finally." I sigh and close my eyes. It's been a long day packing, but it had to be done because we're leaving tomorrow. Harry came up behind me and I scooted over to sit in his lap. He kisses me on the forehead and strokes my hair.

It would be a lie to say that I'm not nervous. Just thinking about meeting Harry's parents is making my stomach hurt. I've also never been on a plane and I didn't think I'd ever be on one.  My nerves are higher than ever and Harry seems to notice.

"You okay, love?" he asked in the most concerning voice. He looked over at me and the crease in between his eye brows is evident.

"Yeah, i'm good. Just nervous about tomorrow," I said feeling a little embarrassed. I didn't want to be nervous, I just was.

"Don't be nervous. My family already loves you. Going to England is going to be fun, don't let your nerves get in the way of that." Harry always knows what to say, doesn't he? He honestly is perfect.

My nerves started to go away. Harry wrapped his arms around me and that was it for me. My nerves are completely gone and replaced with love. Gosh, I love saying that. Love. Love, love, love.

"It's getting late. Our flight is early tomorrow, so maybe we should get some rest," he says. He's always looking out for me. I smile and kiss his nose.

Laughing he says, "What was that for?" I look straight into his greens and smile.

"For being so perfect all the time." Leaning into kiss him again, this time on the lips, we both smile into the kiss. We are both so happy.

With our lips still connected Harry whispers onto my lips, "Come on, let's go to bed." Our foreheads are pressed together and our noses are touching. His hands are around my waist.

"I don't want to," I whispered back. I could feel his breath on my lips.

"What do you want to do," Harry asked. How do I say it? I wish I was better at this.

"You know..." I started to trail off. He smiled and formed a small laugh.

I knew he knew what I wanted, so I kissed him again this time with so much force. Harry was taken aback, but started to kiss me back. We fell back on the bed. I wanted this to
happen. I wasn't more sure about anything else.

I started to lift his shirt up, but he stopped me. "I want it to be perfect, love," he said intertwining our hands together.

"Anytime that I'm with you, everything is perfect," I said. It's true. I even feel perfect when I'm with him.

"This isn't perfect. I want the best for you. Let me do that for you." I nodded. I knew he desperately wanted this and it's so hard to say no to him.

He kissed me one more time and then I hopped off the bed to go to the bathroom. As I was walking I heard Harry speak, but I don't think I was meant to hear it.

"I don't deserve you," Harry whispered to himself. I kept on walking and closed the bathroom door.

I wanted to tell him that he does deserve me, that i'm the one who doesn't deserve him. He is absolutely perfect, and I'm just Caly. He deserves me way more than I deserve him.

But the fact that he said that makes him even more perfect.

I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth before bed. I walked out to see Harry already laid across the bed waiting for me to get in. I walk over to him and crawl in the bed. His arms immediately reach out for me. My head goes into his chest as his arm crosses me.

If I had to pick a favorite part of it all, it would be this. Falling asleep next to the person I love. His arms wrapped around me like i'm protected, like nothing in the world could hurt me. I can hear his heartbeat that calms me every night. His breathing that sounds so smooth, even when he's asleep. I love it all.

I've learned to be with him and if I lose him, I don't think I'll be able to learn to be without him.

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**ok sorry that nothing really happened this chapter lmao it's gonna get good fast so just look out !!

they are supa cute & i love them. and that's that.

england !!!! agh i don't know anything about england so this is going to be kind of hard to write but just bare with me. <3

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-c