Forever (h.s.)

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12: What Makes You Beautiful

​"I think this calls for some celebration," Harry said cheekily as he closed the door behind us. I giggled, kicking off my shoes. Tripping on something on the floor, I picked up an adorable pompom hat in the shape of a tiger. I raised it to show Harry and he shrugged like he didn't know where it came from. I rolled my eyes and pulled it on as a joke.

"Define celebration," I asked, still giggling. Harry licked his lips and grinned, pulling a soda from the fridge and taking a sip. I watched him for a minute, still waiting for him to answer, and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I couldn't help but smile. I knew what was on his mind.

"You're cute," I giggled. He popped out his dimples in a cheeky little smile and I was history. Putty in his hands.

"I want to show you something," Harry said, disappearing into a closet for a minute and returning with a guitar.

"You play?" I asked, surprised I'd never seen him with a guitar before. Harry shrugged.

"About three chords," he admitted sheepishly. Then he sat down on the couch and beckoned me next to him. "I want to play you a song I've been working on, just me." I crossed my legs and watched him intently, a shiver running through me in anticipation of hearing his voice again.

"You're insecure, don't know what for....you're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or..." I bit my tongue in a huge happy smile. "Don't need makeup...to cover up. Bein' the way that you are is enough."

I stared at the couch in self-consciousness. I could not for the life of me believe that Harry had written this song for me. It was so sweet, so perfect...just like him. Like us.

"Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but yo-ou..." I leaned forward and kissed Harry's cheek, and he smiled and struggled to keep singing. A deep, intense passion glimmered in his eyes, locked on mine. "Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell..." Harry tipped my chin up, then grinned and tapped my nose with the tip of his finger. "You don't kno-o-ow, you don't know you're beautiful. That's what makes you beautiful."

"That's all I've got," he said shyly, still absently strumming the guitar. His eyes were locked on his lap, his cheeks tinged pink. "You like it?"

"I love it," I whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, lovely," he mumbled, like he was embarrassed to say it. I leaned forward and caught him with

a kiss just as he strummed down on the guitar. He smiled and strummed off into space, suddenly distracted. Dropping the guitar to the floor, Harry kissed me harder, laying me back on to the couch.

He pulled back, held upright by his forearms by my ears, and smiled lazily down at me. I smiled, taking the tiger hat off and pulling it over Harry's curls. He grinned and nudged my hands back into his hair as he leaned down and kissed me again.

I felt him melting into me as I fisted the curls between my fingers, sighing against my mouth, completely

under my power. He kissed me urgently, digging his fingers into my sides. I felt myself sinking deeper into the couch cushions as he went harder, mumbling soft desperate whispers into my neck. His hot breath, coming quick and fast, ruffled my hair as he kissed me again, humming distractedly as I ran my hand through his hair and dropped my lips to his neck.

Harry moaned, slipping his hands farther around my waist and pulling me closer. I smiled lazily, falling away

from reality as the warm, solid, sweet-smelling warmth that was Harry enveloped me, the deep shivery feeling digging up through my stomach.