And darling, I'll be loving you until we're 70. And baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23. And I'm thinking about how people fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe just the touch of a hand. Oh me I'll fall in love with you every single day. And I just wanna tell you I am.
"Your mum is always so nice, I see now where you get your charming personality," I ruffle his long curls as he leans against the wall to remove his boots. He peers up at me through the hair that has fallen in his eyes with a content smile set on his face.
"She enjoys having you around, you know." He removes his last boot and let's it drop to the floor beside his door. I quickly turn from him to conceal the colour that crept on my cheeks from his warming words. "Are you blushing?" I can hear amusement in his voice, though my back is to him while I busy myself with little knickknacks that litter his childhood dresser. "Baby," he crosses the small room in seconds and hugs me from behind before spinning me around by my shoulders. "You are blushing," a lite chuckle falls from him, "I'm sorry, you're really cute when you blush."
"It just... it means a lot to me for your mum to like me. She's really important to you and you're really important to me, so I never want to do anything that would jeopardize her view on me." I fiddle with the hem of Harry's white tshirt while I feel his gaze upon me.
Before I realize what is happening, Harry's hands are on my waist and he has me thrown over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I whisper-shout, careful not to awaken his mum and stepdad. Before he answers me and before I can tell him to put me down, he lays me gently down on the small twin bed that occupies the corner of his bedroom. I quickly turn on my side to make room for his massive frame beside me.
"My mum loves you, okay." I nod my head while I watch him speak. Everything about him transpiring me into a trance. "Do you want to know how I know she loves you?"
"Yes." I simply answer. I would agree to anything if it meant I got to hear his accented voice for just another second.
"Well," he pulls me closer until our lips are mere inches apart. "I know she loves you because you make her son happy. She knows how stressful my life can be at times but she knows you're what calms me down in times of distress. She knows you're here for her son, not for the world-famous popstar. She loves you because you listen to me and not the rest of the world. She knows you're there for me when others want to use me. She loves you because though you may not understand this crazy world of mine, you embrace it with me, hand-in-hand." His green eyes disappear behind his lids when his lips connect with mine, soft and warm against my own. The fullness of his lips lead the kiss as our mouths open and our tongues come together. I hold onto his face as I roll underneath him, our lips never breaking their entanglement. His mouth pauses on mine as we each take a moment to catch our breath. I stare at his mouth that is now much fuller and redder from being placed on my own. "She also loves you," he continues his speech that is now muffled against my lips, "because I love you."
My eyes leave his lips and meet the burn of bright green. I have seen Harry's eyes different shades before, dark from being laced with lust, emerald when he is happy and playful, but never have I seen them this indescribable shade of green. It's not just his eye colour that seems to be brighter, his whole demeanor seems to be radiating a glow. His brows furrow in concentration as he watches me, trying his best to read my thoughts.
"What are you thinking?" He asks me, removing one of my hands I still had placed gently on his face to bring my palm to his lips. "I need to know what you're thinking." He kisses against my skin.
"I'm thinking watching your lips say I love you is something I could spend the rest of my life doing," our hands are in mid-air as we slowly lace our fingers together, "because I love you, Harry Edward Styles. I love you in every way a woman can love a man."
"Tell me why you love me," he rests between my legs, needing to hear all the reasons why I love him, when actually, I couldn't picture myself loving anyone else.
"I love how passionate you are with everything. With your singing, with your writing, with your love, you put everything into it and you're not scared to make yourself vulnerable in the process because it shows you're human. You know what I love the most about watching you perform?" Harry stays silent as I continue, "I love to watch you as you furrow your brows in concentration, careful to hit every note perfectly. The way you close your eyes and raise your shoulders. How you place one hand one either your in-ears or your diaphragm," I reach up and rub my thumb over the crease that is now set between his brows, "and I love watching you get lost in what you love to do. Your amazing at your job, Harry, but your job doesn't define you. Your compassion for everyone, even those who may not be so deserving of your kindness, you still are so gracious to them, that is what defines you. I love how you still look for the good in everyone, even if it's so very hard to see. I love your relationship you have with your sister, and how you would do anything to protect her. I love the sound of your laugh, when it burst from from you, it does something to me inside that I can't describe but feel down to my bones. I love all the tattoos that ink your skin, there isn't one that I'd change because they're apart of you and they have a story." Harry silents my words with his mouth over mine. He rises up to remove the thin fabric that covered his torso before lowering back down and connecting his lips to my neck. "Do you want to know what I hate though?" I turn my head giving Harry full access to my neck, for him to mark as he pleases.
"Hmm" he hums against my skin.
"I hate how you have to bear so many scars, not externally but internally. Scars from the media and their false perception of you. Scars from your fans and how their words cut deeper than they intend. I see your face, Harry, when you see a false article or an angry fan's hurtful words. I may never be able to heal the scars they leave on you, Harry, but I'll always try my best to kiss away the pain they cause." He disconnects his lips from my neck and rolls us over so my head lay on his chest.
"I want to make love to you," he dances his fingertips along my arm, making goosebumps rise over my skin, "but not tonight. Tonight I just want to lay here with you, in this moment. Is that okay?" I feel his chin rest against the top of my head and I can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my cheek.
"As long as you promise to never let me go, we'll always be in this moment." I place my lips to his bare chest while our legs intertwine and he pulls me closer.
"I promise," Harry whispers against my hair.
So honey now, take me into your loving arms. Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars. Place your head on me beating heart. I'm thinking out loud. That maybe we found love right where we are.
