Summer to Remember

Chapter Forty Six

I quickly ran up the stairs and into Harry's room making sure that I closed the door behind me. I couldn't help but smile foolishly as I searched through my luggage trying to find a cute pair of pajamas. My luggage was such a mess but I could care less at the moment, all I wanted to do was change into my pj's and snuggle up beside my boyfriend. After five minutes of searching, I found the perfect pair of polka-dotted pajamas, the weather was nice so wearing shorts and a tank top wasn't going to freeze me to death. Not wanting to waste any more time, I decided to change in his room rather than the bathroom. As I was pulling the tank top over my head, the door creaked open and looking right at me was Harry. How embarrassing, I was in nothing but a bra and my pajama shorts. "Oops, sorry love, I didn't know you were changing" Harry said apologetically but I could already see a smirk forming on his lips.

Trying not to blush I quickly pulled the tank top over my head making a mess out of my hair before saying "It's okay." Before I could say anything else, he started to strip off his shirt and shorts searching through his drawers for his pjs. I could feel my lips curve into a smile, I loved everything about him, the fact that he was completely comfortable around me made my heart melt a little. 

"What should we do for the rest of the night?" I asked as I plopped myself onto his enormous bed, I looked directly up at the ceiling, trying my best to keep my eyes open because I was so tired. 

I wasn't aware that Harry had changed into his shorts, he was wearing no top as he plopped himself onto the bed and crawled over me looking into my eyes. "Hmm, well I was thinking maybe you'd like to give me the kiss I've been waiting for" he teased smiling cheekily.

"Hmmm, I was thinking of making you wait a while longer" I teased back, sticking my tongue out at him. 

"Well you can kiss me anytime now" he said closing his eyes and puckering up. He looked ridiculously attractive even when he was over me, puckering his lips as he waited for a kiss. I lay there admiring his perfect face, it was actually quite entertaining making him wait. 

"Els, you're breaking my heart" he joked as he opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow as he examined my face carefully, as if trying to memorize every bit of it. 

"Has anyone ever told you that you're perfect?" I questioned him as I traced my fingers across his jawline. I could see his jaw clench a little as I continued to trace my fingers across it. 

"Has anyone ever told you that you're perfect?" he asked me and I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. "You are literally perfect in every way" he said before leaning down and planting kisses on my jawline. His sweet kisses sent shivers down my spine and I had to catch a breath as his kisses lingered over my jawline and onto my neck before he looked back into my eyes. I could no longer wait, I lifted my head closer to him and smashed my lips against him tasting his sweet lips. At that moment it felt like the world around me had come to a stop, nothing mattered except for the taste of his lips. He pulled apart from me, brushing my shoulder letting the straps of my pajama top fall. Nothing seemed more important than this moment as I traced my fingers across his chest. The sweet taste of his lips, his addictive scent, his tousled curly hair, his emerald green eyes, that was all that mattered.