adore you // [h.s]

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Audrey

"Audrey, I want you to know that I adore you. There isn't a single piece of me that doesn't adore you."

I kept replaying that over and over again, each time causing a different type of happiness to erupt inside my body.

Last night was the first night Harry has ever told me that he adored me. He always showed me with his actions, but I had never heard those words escape from his lips. Well, I guess I have because he says 'adore you' nine times throughout the song and I have listened to that song over a hundred times.

It was just different to hear him be so straight forward. Now I know how he felt the night I told him I adored him for the first time. It really takes you by surprise.

Harry had his body wrapped tightly around mine while he slept. All I could do was admire him while I dreamed of our future together. I felt like a teenager in love whenever I was with him.

I had always thought it was silly whenever I saw girls at school saying, "I already have our wedding planned" or "I already picked out our kids' names." I could never understand how they could be so prepared to share a future with someone, but then everything made sense when I got with Harry.

Harry and I had already discussed what we planned on naming our kids, Madeline Paige, and Easton James. We had already discussed floor plans for a future house. We already started picking out songs to play at the wedding. Sarah was going to be the maid of honor, Mitch being the best man. Kai would give me away.

I guess planning a future with someone wasn't so silly after all.

"Good morning." Harry groaned as he rolled his body off mine. He stretched his body across the led letting out a loud sigh. "How long have you been awake?"

I looked over to the clock, "Two or three hours."

"Why didn't you wake me?" I shrugged.

He looked so peaceful there was no way I could wake him without feeling bad. I wanted him to get his rest, he needed it. Yesterday was a big day for him and in a week his album drops. He's been working himself so hard, he deserves to rest.

"I want you to start waking me up whenever you can't sleep." He said, looking over to me, "There is no reason that you should have to stay up by yourself. I don't care if I'm having the best night of rest that I've ever had if you can't sleep, wake me up. You lose sleep then I lose sleep."

"Then I expect the same thing whenever you can't sleep." He just looked at me. I know good and damn well, Harry has had many sleepless nights and he's never bothered to wake me.

"Fine." He didn't look happy, but it was only fair.

I held out my pinky, he wrapped his pinky around mine. We both kissed either end, sealing the pinky promise.

**

It was peaceful outside. There was a gentle breeze blowing across my skin while I admired the night sky, it was beautiful. The stars were so mesmerizing, I could almost get lost in the different constellations. Every night, without fail, the stars filled the night sky. They appeared whether we saw them or not, and I found that so fascinating.

"Baby, it's time to come inside." The breeze carried Harry's voice through the air. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder.

"I'll be in a minute, ok?" I assured him before I kissed his cheek. I didn't want to go back inside and miss out on the stars. You can barely even see the stars in LA, but tonight they were shining so bright that you could see them no matter where you were.

"You've been saying that for the past hour, it's time." He pouted. I felt him trying to pull me back into the house, but I wasn't going to budge. "It's supposed to start storming soon, I can't leave you out here." He protested.

"But I love those too," I said with a large smile on my face. A chuckle escaped his lips before he looked at me.

In one swift motion, Harry had me over this shoulder, "You can listen from inside." I pouted while he carried me inside.

Harry laid me down on my bed then he crawled up to lay beside, "Why do you like storms so much?" he asked, laying his head on my stomach.

I started to run my fingers through his curls while I thought of an explanation, "I think storms vaguely represent human emotion. If you really sit and think about it, thunder yells with frustration, rain cries in fear or sadness, and lightning strikes with anger." Harry remained silent while he listened to me ramble on, "Whenever it storms, the sky goes black or some dark shade of color, just like people. People get dark whenever they are angry or sad."

Harry raised his head off my stomach, then turned to look at me, "That was deep." We both chuckled. Harry laid back down beside me, grabbing my hand. I let my fingers trace over his, "What about the stars?" He paused, "Why do you like them so much?"

"They are beautiful." I thought back to how bright the stars were shining, "The way they find each other, even on the darkest night, is beautiful. They fall to the earth and allow our tiny wishes to be granted. They are like a tiny beacon of hope hanging in the sky. Stars are like our guiding lights." He smiled softly.

Harry raised up so his body was hovering over mine. I felt that same nervous feeling from a couple of months ago. Harry stared at me while desire filled his eyes while they continued to comb over my body. The look he had in his eyes made me want to squirm underneath him.

Things stayed silent between us for a moment. I could feel the tension building up the second while Harry's eyes kept roaming over my body.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked while he stared into my eyes. I didn't give him an answer, I just slammed my lips into his. My fingers intertwined with his curls. This kiss was intimate.

The nervous pit in my stomach turned to desire. I wanted Harry like I had never wanted him before. I couldn't help but whimper into his mouth whenever he dropped his hips to meet mine.

Our bodies moved together before he peeled himself off me.

Harry ran his fingers over his lips before he spoke. "I'm sorry." He apologized as he looked to the ground, "I didn't mean to come on so strong right then." He admitted. "It was like I couldn't even help myself."

I pressed my chest against his back while I wrapped my arms around his neck, "No need to apologize, love." I cooed before I kissed his cheek. "Let's go to bed," I whispered in between the soft kisses I left along his shoulder. "We both need to rest."

Harry just nodded and crawled up the bed. We didn't say anything else, we just laid there.

I kept thinking about the few intimate moments we had together, I wondered why we hadn't gone any further. I was so used to guys hurrying me into their bedroom, so it was odd to see Harry being so patient.

The more I sat here and thought about it, I think Harry was scared of hurting me. I think he was worried about being like everyone else. I don't think he realized how different he was. It was like day and night, there were no comparisons to be made.

Harry never pushed me into doing anything I was uncomfortable with. He always asked before he kissed me. He always treated me with gentle touches and soft kisses. Harry was a gentleman.

I didn't deserve someone as kind as him.