I woke up the next morning with a sleeping angel in my arms. I was extremely nervous today because we were going to the museum. I was worried it wouldn't live up to his expectations and that this whole gift would be a bust; however, there was no use worrying about it because I couldn't do anything to change the outcome. At least that's what Harry would tell me. Plus, the slight pain from my neck and the over all film of dried sweat and worry I had from yesterday were far more pressing than what was to come. I needed a shower desperately, but I didn't want to disturb Harry. He looked so content and at peace when he slept; I never wanted to disrupt that.
I allowed myself a few moments to appreciate the beauty in my arms before deciding that if I wanted to shower, I'd have to do it now so I was ready for the museum. I know I was no match to art, but I could sure as hell tried to be. I slowly started removing my arms from holding onto the taller boy before I heard a groan escape him.
"Nooo" he whined. I chuckled a little.
"I have to shower Hazza." I quietly said while running my hands in his hair.
He spent sometime enjoying my touch before he spoke again.
"Okay, but hurry back please? I want to eat breakfast before we go to the museum" He gave me puppy dogs eyes which I could never resist.
"I'll be right back." I kissed his forehead before finally getting up.
Harry snuggled into the area I once was in making me smile in admiration of him. I turned around and walked into the bathroom. I allowed the water to heat up while I striped out of my clothes. I looked in the mirror from a far and noticed the redness in my neck still. I sighed bringing myself closer to the mirror to get a closer look at the damage I had done in such a panicked state. I hadn't broken the skin anywhere which I was relieved of, but I wouldn't feel comfortable walking around such a pertinacious city like this. I just had to hope Harry had packed me something I could cover my neck with.
I quickly took my shower not wanting to be in there long. I knew Harry was waiting and would be hungry. I put some sweats on and walked out. Harry was sitting up in the bed watching some morning show as he was curled up in a sweatshirt he stole from my bag. He had put his hair up in a little clip and my god he looked cute. His smile was so wide while his dimples unbelievable present. The sun coming into the room was delicately dancing on his soft skin. He was radiating nothing but pure joy and beauty.
I quickly captured a photo of him before he noticed me. His smile grew.
"Wow, you shirtless? This early in the morning? This really is my special day huh?" He asked me giggling. I blushed before walking over to him and snuggling up.
"Yes it sure is baby. Now what would you like for breakfast. I know you get really hungry in the morning." I grabbed the menu on the bedside table handing it to Harry. He took his time observing it trying to decide what to eat. I ran my hands through his hair while I waited.
"Ummm I'll have the strawberry french toast and some coffee please" He told me.
"Of course Haz," I grabbed the menu looking it over before calling in and ordering.
We spent that morning enjoying a lovely breakfast together before it was time to get ready for the biggest event of the entire trip. Harry didn't know this, but after the museum we had plans for dinner at the Eiffel Tower. I was so nervous he would find it too cliche.
"Hey H, did you pack anything I could wear to cover my neck? I don't want negative looks all day." I asked trying to shift my attention to something other than my nerves.
"I actually did just in case! It's on of my favorites!" Harry jumped out of bed he was so excited. He rushed to my suitcase before pulling out a green and blue plaid jacket, a black turtle neck and some black jeans.
"I forgot I even had that jacket." I laughed looking at it.
Harry had such an eye for art but I guess we tend to notice the things we are.
"You'll look marvellous in it Lou! I'm going to shower." He kissed my cheek before sneaking into the bathroom.
I smiled at the outfit laid out in front of me. The thing I loved about Harry was that he never attempted to change me even when he had the ability to. He had all the opportunity in the world to try and dress me in the clothing style he wears, but he never tried to make me something I'm not. He found a way to make my clothing artistic even though I dress like an obnoxious straight man most days. Harry liked me for me and all he's ever done is worked to compliment me as I am. He was everything I could ever ask for and I wanted to spend all my time with him trying to show him that.
I put my clothes on before I did my hair while Harry showered. I waited patiently on the bed when I was done before Harry walked out. I was shocked. Harry was in his sheep sweater, with some nice trousers, and a shirt underneath. I hadn't seen him in anything like this in ages and it will forever baffle my mind how I could've ever thought he looked anything, but beautiful in this. Last time he wore this sweater, the lads and I spent hours mocking him. It made my heart ache at the thought of any of us saying such harsh things about Harry. We were so unwilling to see the art that the boy was so immersed in that we choose to make fun of him. I'be grown to understand now and my god it's beautiful. Harry was very timid when walking out. He looked down as the bathroom door closed behind him. He shuffled his feet a little underneath him as he fiddled with his rings.
"Haz," he looked up while I walked over taking his hands in mine, "you look ravishing." He blushed still a little nervous. "What has you so nervous darling?" I asked.
"Well, I haven't worn anything like this in awhile and the last time I did your friends made fun of me. I know its different between all of us now but I still can't help the nerves around my sweaters. It's much more artistic approach to how I present myself." He was hesitant with his words. I brought my hands up to his cheek before kissing him softly.
"I'm sorry that we ever treated you the way we did. We were jackasses who couldn't comprehend art. You have sparked the artist in all of the lads and looking at you now, I see the art. You look beautiful." I assured him.
He smiled a coy smile before hugging me tight.
"I'm glad you aren't a tasteless asshole anymore." He joked. We both laughed before pulling away.
"My god I am too. Please don't ever feel like you can't wear your sweaters anymore. I love them." I made sure to tell him.
"I like my sweaters too." He smiled.
Now, it was time for our beautiful day to begin. Just me and the angel in a sweater.
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a/n: hi lovelies! i hope you all are well! i'm sorry the update is so late! a lot has happened in my personal life and i've had some writers block, but i'm fortunate that i found time to sit down and write! just so you know this was unedited so i apologize for typos! let me know your thoughts! if you can please vote, comment, and share! thank you for reading and thank you for supporting me! sending all my love! ~ruth ♡
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