MORGAN'S POV
I woke in Harry's arms.
My head nuzzled into his chest under Neath the crisp covers trying to hide away from the cool morning air.
With his every breathe my head would move up with his chest.
The light pound of his heart beating against my cheek would appear every once In a while.
His arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders.
He was sleeping so peacefully.
I didn't dare to move just in case I would wake him from his slumber.
The odd murmur would slip out of his parted lips quietly like a bird in distance.
His brown curls tussled over his face covering his closed eyes that had not yet faced the world this morning.
His body was warm.
The heat radiating of his made me the best bit warmer.
I didn't want to be anywhere else but here.
In his arms I felt safe.
In his arms I knew I was loved.
In his arms I knew that I didn't have to worry about anything.
In his arms felt like home despite the surroundings.
A small groan comes from his mouth along with a shuffle of his body.
His emerald eyes face the world for a new day not knowing what would occur.
"Morning Cassidy". Harry murmurs out.
"Morning Styles". I reply.
He wraps his arm around my waist pulling me into his chest.
My head moved up to the crook of his neck were I buried it inside breathing in his aroma.
He smelt of cinnamon and Coffee on a winters day.
The smell was warm and inviting and I loved it more than any other.
His head rests on top of mine.
Our legs tangle together under the sheets.
"Mm your so beautiful". Harry only just makes out.
His voice Crakes due to the fact that he had only spoken mealy 2 words before hand.
His hand trails up my side and into my blonde hair.
I close my eyes.
His fingers run through the mess.
"So beautiful". He keeps repeating.
Being with Harry was like an endless dream.
All ways unaware of what would happen next but always waiting for the next move.
"How old do you think this house is?". Harry asks.
The original base of the house would at least be a hundred or so years old.
They had renovated the vast majority of the house but some old features were left behind.
Like the stain glass windows in the bathroom.
The out side view of the house itself looked modern due to the fact that some walls had cascaded in.
The one thing that had not been touched in probably a well number of years was the attic.
Jade and her family had certainly not dared to venture up there.
Maybe because they thought it would be filled with rats and cob webs.
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Fanfiction17 year old Morgan Cassidy is forced to spend her Summer at Cheshire's Mental institution. The idea seemed completely oblivious to her. Why would she want to spend her summer here and not with her friends? Her illness wasn't bad. Well it was but com...
