(This one's dirty so if you don't like that kind of stuff then don't read it and skip the chapter)
Harrys P.O.V
For the days following, Emma and I met several times. For the most part, Emma had showed me around the city, taking me to all her favourite cafes and stores. I liked getting a look into Emma's world; I had forgotten how I much missed the simple pleasures of sitting in a coffee shop or seeing a film. Being on the road all the time didn't give me much time to do all the things Ie used to. Being with Emma made me an entire new kind of happy; it gave me a warm feeling in my stomach. Even when we weren't physically together, the thought of her made me feel content and warm inside. We were sitting under the willow tree, a peaceful spot we had both come to love. I enjoyed spending the most time with Emma there; her head in my lap, us talking for hours underneath the branches. Emma was now sat in between my legs, her head resting against my chest as I played with her long brown hair.
Emmas P.O.V
The branches of the tree provided shade, but the mixture of the sun's warmth on my face and Harry's gentle hands had me in a peaceful haze. I just lay in the comfort of Harry's arms and listened to his even breaths. I could smell his familiar scent, I could feel the strong muscles of his chest against my back. It was silent now, the only sounds being the chirping of birds and the slight rush of the waterfall in the pond.
"Do you want to meet my mum?"
Harry's lips brushed my cheek, his kiss warm and sweet. I snapped out of my daydream, turning to look at him.
"What?"
He said nothing, just simply looked at me and watched me process his question.
"Are you serious? You mean come back to the UK with you?"
Harry chuckled, his fingers stroking my cheek softly.
"Yeah. I'd really like you to meet my family and my friends, I think you'd get on great. My mum would love you"
I sat speechless staring at him, unable to process his request.
"Em. Emma."
I blinked, meeting his eyes.
"Sorry. What?"
Harry laughed again.
"So, what do you say?"
I watched his wait in antisipation, his finger grazing my bottom lip, his other hand tightening around my small waist.
I nodded slowly, "I would love to."
Grinning, I brought a hand to rest on his muscular chest, my hands gripping the worn in material of his white t-shirt. I leaned in and kissed him, a smile playing on both our lips. Harry tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me closer to him so that I sat closer up on his thighs. The kiss deepened, one of my hands sliding to the back of his neck, softly tugging on the soft hairs there. I felt him slide his tongue into my mouth. I accepted playfully, my tongue meeting his as I squeezed the back of his neck, my thighs clenching around his. His hands slid their way under my shirt to my bra, and he began to play with my breasts. Harry leaned in to me, his expert fingers massaging me in the best way possible. I felt my hand drag down his chest, desperate to remove the fabric keeping his perfect torso from me. As his fingers made their way into the cups of her bra, I moaned into Harry's mouth, my hand pushing against his chest as I pulled away. Harry's hands slid out of my shirt, as he looked at her in confusion.
"We can't do this here Harry."
I smiled and adjusted my shirt, lifting myself off of his lap. Harry pulled me back.
