Arranged with Style.

43.

Pls don hate me

Waking up beside Harry was something that I didn't think I could ever get used to. Opening my eyes and seeing him sprawled out beside me, his hair in a disarray, brown curly bits spread across the stark white pillow, soft pink lips pouted in his sleep, and his face eternally peaceful and restful. No scowl, his jaw unclenched, looking defenceless and innocent. His long lashes brushing his cheeks. No, there was no way I could get used to this.

Blushing a little at the lingering memories of last night I squirmed slightly in my spot feeling remnants of his overpowering touch. There was no way I could lay here and wait for him to wake up, I couldn't face him that quickly after what had happened. So after another few seconds in basking in being pressed up against Harry's bare muscular chest, I managed to find enough willpower to remove myself from his protective hold. It took a lot of wiggling but when I was finally free I made sure to tip toe out of the room quietly as not to disturb his sleep.

Moving into the bathroom I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth, leaving my hair to hang around me in wet tendrils I headed out to the kitchen, humming under my breath as I went. I was in such a good mood today, I felt like I was glowing with happiness and every time I thought about last night a massive giddy feeling would flush through me and make me quiver with butterflies and excitement.

Deciding to make Harry and I some breakfast I put the coffee pot on, and began making some Nutella and cinnamon French toast with bacon. Sounds like a strange combination I know but trust me on the salty/sweet thing, it tastes euphoric. Making things in silence got weird after a few seconds so I switched on the radio which was on some vintage station and before I knew it, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham started playing.

Things were sizzling and I was full on bopping along moving my butt side to side along with the beat as I sung along quietly to myself. I was just so damn happy.

HARRY

Walking into the kitchen in the morning was a sight I could surely get used to, there was Clover with her back to me, making breakfast and lost in her own little world like always. Her cute little butt was moving along to the beat and as I stood there admiring the view I couldn't actually believe what had happened. I had a girlfriend, which was something I never saw in the cards for myself. Sure, I had girls, but never ones that stayed over night in my bed pressed up against me whilst snoring quietly like a little kitten. Well technically she was my wife, but since it was fucking forced on me, and her, I think we'd prefer to take it at our own pace.

Last night was, something else entirely. To pleasure her, and be the first one ever, was special. And seeing her innocent eyes light up with unknown feelings and being the one to introduce her to them was just really fucking hot. I never thought I'd get pleasure out of doing something for someone else and not having it reciprocated but I did. It was enough, seeing her come undone so prettily and nervously, I didn't need anything in return.

She was so damn endearing, without even trying. From the first moment I met her, I had her labelled as a quiet little good girl, spoiled by her parents and living a perfect life without even taking one second to understand her. I was so fucking wrong and it haunts me how I treated her and made her cry, the very thought of me being the cause of those big innocent eyes to fill up with tears of sadness literally makes me want to rip my hair out. She hadn't lived a perfect life, she had lived a damn tough one.

My fists clenched as I thought about her dickhead father, I had sworn to myself if I was to ever see him he was going to wish he had never been fucking born for hurting my girl the way he did. She deserved to be treated gently and with care like a precious flower. There was no way in hell was I ever going to let anyone hurt her ever again. They would have to go through me first.