"For someone who works at a bar, you're not very fun."
"It's because I don't like you."
loosely inspired by the song 'in the night' by the weeknd
started March 2020
finished June 2020
Right, this chapter includes a lot of french. I am no where near fluent in French, I'm trying my best with the knowledge I have from my A-Level. Please forgive me if it's not perfect. ————————————————————
March 2019
Rosalie reached up to Harry's open mouth as he slept, her forefinger tracing around his lips. Everyday she had an argument with herself over what her favourite part of his body was. Today was definitely his lips, they were a deep shade of pink from the rough kisses they had exchanged the night before.
The window was open, letting in a cool breeze that made the curtains flap. The sun shone through the window, landing on their bed and onto his torso, illuminating his butterfly tattoo and some of the smaller ones on his arm.
Suddenly his lips pouted against her finger, his long lashes moving slowly as his eyes opened and landed on her. She glided her finger from his lips to his jawline and then up to his hair which she pushed her whole hand into. His eyes closed again and a low moan released from his throat.
"I'm tired." He mumbled and she removed her hand from his hair, placing it on his chest.
"So sleep." She replied, he moaned again and suddenly his arms were around her; flipping her so her back was against his chest.
"Okay." He kissed under her ear and let out a deep breath so he could go back to sleep. Rosalie allowed him to use her as a cuddly toy for a while as his breathing became deeper which signalled he was asleep again.
She managed to doze off again until he moved against her, his lips kissing her until she fully woke up. It was mornings like this that she never wanted to end because once they ended they had to interact with other people and Rosalie had to share him.
"Rosalie." He sang into her ear. She swayed him away.
"I let you sleep when I woke up." She reminded him as he continued to kiss wherever he could.
"But now I'm awake and I'm bored." He mumbled against her skin. She pushed his head away and he let out an annoyed groan. "Come on, I want to go out." He whined, she rolled over and saw him standing by the window.
"Fine." She groaned, pulling the duvet back and rolling out of the bed.
Half an hour later they were walking down the same high street as the night before, their hands swinging in between them. Rosalie couldn't stop taking photos of him as they walked.
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