You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 10

"We are still kids but we're so in love, Fighting against all odds. I know we'll be alright this time. Darling, just hold my hand. Be my girl, I'll be your man. I see my future in your eyes." - Perfect Ed Sheeran

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So today is me and my boyfriend's 3 year anniversary and I can't explain how happy I am. I love this man so much and I couldn't ever think of not having him in my life. This chapter is dedicated to him and the song for the chapter is actually our song. I hope you guys enjoy. xoxo

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*Alaska's POV*

I rolled over in the very comfortable bed and glanced at the clock on Harry's nightstand.

01:34

I groaned and pulled the cover over my head. I just couldn't sleep. I've been trying for hours and I was tired as hell, but to no avail. I was extremely nervous and worried about tomorrow. Tomorrow we would be flying to England and I didn't know when I would be able to see my mom again.

Eventually, I gave up. I threw the covers off of me violently like they where the cause of my sleepless night. I climbed out of the bed and lazily made my way to the door.

This has been the third night in a row Harry hasn't come to sleep in the room. I did slightly wonder where he slept though, but I was thankful for the bit of privacy he allowed me.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway, being silent so I didn't wake anyone up. I kept the door locked at night while I slept, still not entirely comfortable with the situation the universe threw my way.

I padded down the staircase and made my way to the kitchen.

Maybe some warm milk will help me sleep.

I rummaged through the fridge and found milk. Not that it was hard because there was barely anything in the fridge in the first place.

I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled the glass halfway with the white, creamy goodness. I put the glass in the microwave and waited for the milk to be heated up.

"Can't sleep?" His voice made me jump and spin around. Harry stood by the entry of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. "Uh... no. You neither?" I asked. He shook his head.

Something about him seemed off. I could tell he was in deep thought the way his eyebrows furrowed, crinkling the skin on his forehead. His eyes didn't leave my body and the way he looked at me sent shivers flying over my skin.

"What's wrong Harry?" I asked softly.

He started walking over to me and it took a lot of concentration on my behalf not to absentmindedly step away from him.

When he stopped a few inches away from me I saw his bloodshot eyes and tired bags.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I didn't even know what I would say if I did speak.

Our eyes met in the most intense stare, making my pulse quicken. I felt my skin heat up at the closeness of him. Still baffled by the reaction his presence brought to my body.

He slowly lifted his hand and reached forward to cup my cheek. "I need you." He whispered softly. So soft I had to question myself if I heard him right. Before I could question him he roughly brought my lips to his, locking us in an intense kiss.

My eyes fluttered closed. His lips moulded into mine perfectly, parting my lips with his own. He didn't hesitate to take dominance over the kiss, but I was thankful for it.