I Love You

"Hey babe" is the first thing I hear after coming home from a long day at work. The sound of his voice immediately brings a smile to my face as I slip off my shoes and hang my purse on the rack. The smell of spaghetti fills my nose, making me realise just how hungry I actually am.

I follow smell and walk into the kitchen, seeing him setting the table. I smile once again and walk over to him. He smiles back once he meets my gaze, opening his arms out wide. With no hesitation I jump into his warm embrace, holding him tightly.

"I missed your hugs all day." He said into as his head rested atop mine. I nuzzled my face into his neck and inhaled his sweet smell.

"Me too." He pulls back, only a little, and stares at me.

"What're you doing?" I laugh a little as he just continues to stare, taking in every detail of my face.

"I love looking at you." He says under his breath, to which my cheeks immediately heat up. Even though we've been together for over two years, I still get butterflies when he compliments me.

"Well you look like you're going to murder me." I laugh lightly, finally meeting his gaze.

"No, but I am going to kiss you."

"Wha-"

Before I could finish he presses his lips to mine. Sparks shoot down my spine, sending more butterflies to my stomach. This feeling, right here, kissing Harry, is my most favorite feeling ever. It's blissful and euphoric, I get goosebumps all over and weak at the knees, every single time. His kisses are full of lust and love. The way he holds me, one hand gently on my cheek the other around my waist, gives me a sense of safety. I want nothing more than to have this forever, wishing I could bottle it up and the feeling on a shelf.

"Harry.." I whisper into the kiss, he only moans into my mouth. His tongue swipes over my bottom lip and I allow him access, and as much as I want to continue, the smell of burning pasta becomes prominent.

"Harry, the food.." I try once again, and he slowly pulls away.

"Shit." He quickly says, removing himself from our embrace to attend to the food. I feel emptier without him in my arms.

I smile and sit at the end of the table, waiting patiently for him to finish. He drains the water form the noodles and adds the sauce, then comes and plops them onto each of our plates.

I watch as he sit across from me, smiling proudly at his meal. I twirl my fork in it and take a bite.

"Not bad, Styles" it's actually really good.

"I know, hold your applause." He laughs, taking a bite himself.

"So, I was wondering, would you like to go out for dinner tomorrow night?" He asks looking almost nervous.

"Yes of course Harry, what time and where at?"

"6, and its a surprise." I nod.

We finished eating our food, and of course had a couple glasses of wine. I helped him clean the table off and now we're sitting in the couch debating on what to watch.

"Nooo.." He whines as I put it on Americas Next Top Model.

"What?" I pout, I actually like watching this.

"I don't wanna watch this."

"That sucks babe, because I do." I smirk at him.

"Change it." He pushes.

"No."

"Change it!"

"No." I laugh at his pouty face, scooting closer to him.