My True Soulmate (Harlena Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Darcy

Our warm lips molded together so perfectly, almost as if they belonged on each other. One of his large hands held my cheek and the other held my waist while my fingers were tangled in his hair and my other hand layed on his chest where his heart was rapidly beating. Harry was obviously dominating so I let him, by tilting my head and giving his tongue more access to my mouth. Soon we became out of breath and pulled away but, as he rested his forehead against mine, our lips still brushed together.

"Holy shit." he breathed

"I know."

We shared a few more sweet kisses, here and there. They were both sweet and passionate with a mix of warmth and tingling. Soon enough, Harry and I layed down on the picnic blanket together. It was quite cold with this autumn weather so we wrapped our arms around each other, sharing our warmth. Harry gently stroked my hair, his beautiful voice ringing through my ears as he sang lightly in my ear.

Too soon, Harry murmured a 'goodnight, love' and I fell into a comfortable deep slumber.

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As Harry and I slept, the outdoors became unbearably cold. We eventually woke up, turned off the candles and lights, then headed back to my house. Leaving the decorations and such behind, Harry and I stumbled into my house and flopped onto my bed. The two of us fell asleep, yet again.

"Darcy... Darc... Darcyyyyyy..."

I had woken up to my body being lightly shaken followed by a deep, raspy voice. Harry. He was fully clothed and leaning over me with his hands on my shoulders. I noticed his green orbs shining, his plump lips the perfect shade of a rosy color, and the mop atop his head called "hair".

It was now that I remembered yesterday night. He had taken me on my dream date and asked me to be his proper girlfriend. It meant alot to me; the whole relationship thing. It was as if the law didn't exist. I was happy with my boyfriend and the relationship was consensual. Not chosen by the government.

I was about to speak up but Harry had different plans. His lips pressed against mine in a sweet, tender kiss. "I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to kissing you." he whispered against my lips.

"I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to being with you..." I added.

"What do you mean? Being my girlfriend?" he asked, tilting his head with puppy eyes. He was goddamn adorable, man.

"Just being with you in general." I said.

"Now get your arse out of bed. I'm taking you out to lunch whether you like it or not."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Sir yes sir!"

Slowly getting out of bed, I rubbed around my eyes and stretched. He began to walk away but I yanked on his shirt. When he spun around, my lips smacked on his. I let him go and pushed him before walked over to my closet.

Being the lazy cuss that I'm not-so-known to be, I shrugged off my jacket and grabbed a red, plaid shirt, pulling it over my white tank top. I changed from black jeans to black leggings looked in the mirror. Voila. New outfit without even trying. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to make myself look decent.

"You don't look half-bad now let's get going." Harry joked as he wrapped his arms around me.

I looked at him through the mirror. "Yeah well you look terrible. Go change." I tried to keep a serious face but he looked bewildered, it was just to much to hold in. I burst out into laughter, "I'm kidding, hot stuff! You should've seen your face!"

"Ha ha ha." Harry sassed. "I was joking too. You're fucking beautiful. Now let's get outta here, babe." Babe.

I grabbed his hand and we finally left the house in the morning with a 'good morning' note from mom who was at work right now.