Harry and Greta (One Direction Fanfic)

Harry and Greta: Chapter 19

Chapter 19

GRETA P.O.V.

Harry...

Harry...

Harry...

Harry...

& Harry...

That was all I needed in life. He loved me, he cared for me, he looked out for me, he was everything I wanted and needed. He made me laugh, he made me feel good, he was the love of my life, but at the same time my best friend.

So Harry and everything about him was what I had fallen in love with, and I am still falling, even though I always think I've reached the limit. I'm never going to be there though.

For the whole day I lived in his arms. We didn't get up from the bed, we just held eachother close and tight. We talked, about everything, we worked more out about the baby, we listened to music, we sang, we kissed, and kissed, and kissed and cuddled all day. But nothing too sexual...

It was night now, and the lights were out, but we could still see, only because the full moon was shining through our window, acting as a light. It glimmered and sparkled. So pretty...

"Mmmmm," I hummed in love for him. This felt right, and this was all I needed... Love...

I found all his tattoos. Those tattoos that I loved so much. Those tattoos that were so sexy it made me sick. I started to play dot to dot with them, running my finger softly all over his body. I started at his wrist, 'I can't change' and I moved up to the coat hanger, the star, then over to that Arabic writing, down to his bird cage, then 'i love her', and I just found every little tattoo and every little detail and cherished them. I couldn't believe that he was so sexy, and I couldn't believe that I actually had him in my arms, and that I was touching his tattoos, and playing dot to dot with them, even though that was weird.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a crazy smile on his face that looked really confused and 'wtf?'.

I giggled and held his hand tight, "I'm... Uh... Playing dot to dot with your tattoos..." I looked up at him expecting him to think I was messed up, but instead he placed a kiss softly on my hand.

We were lying face to face, our lower bodies pressed against eachother. Our hands just below our face, entwining into one another. I lay with no pants and a singlet, and he was wearing no top but a pair of jeans. My legs were on top of his and we lay on our blankets in our room like we had all day. I started to move my legs, rubbing them against his, my toes wriggling like his were. I let my lugs slump over his calves, my feet touching his. His feet were about twice the size of mine though.

His fingers started to make their way around mine, our fingertips coming in and out of contact, like curtains near an open window. His soft fingers against my hard guitar skin was weird, but beautiful. He held my hand tight and started to move his thumb up and down the back of my hand, stroking my skin softly. I pulled our hands apart, exposing our palms and our 'L' & 'R' tattoos. We chuckled. I clapped my hands around one of his and held it tight. I leaned in and kissed the back of his hand. Our palms then met, showing the significant difference in size. He could literally reach his fingers over to grab mine. So he did and he liked the fact that his hands were so big compared to mine. So did I.

With his free hand he started to play with my eyelashes. I loved it when he did that. He stroked them upward as I smiled, my eyes glowing as I looked up at him. "You're so beautiful..." he said, continuing to play with my eyelashes. I shook my head. He didn't realize how amazing he was...

He reached out a finger and tapped me on the nose and I crinkled my nose at the feel of his touch. He smiled. He started to bring his hand up and down my cheek, his soft hands lovingly touching. I closed my eyes as he started to move one finger softly around my face, barely touching. Starting from my forehead, then down my temples, my cheekbone, my chin, then back up the other side of my face. He then moved his finger down the bridge of my nose and around the curve of my eyes. He then went to chin and up my lips and stopped there as I kissed his finger softly. I bit it playfully and he pulled it away. I opened my eyes with a smile on my face to see him just starting down at me, admiring the view. I couldn't help but think that my view was better than any beach or Times Square. Better than Central Park or the Eiffel Tower. Better than anything that wasn't him, because he was perfection.