Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

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I wake up to the sound of birds chirping.

They're not muffled through the wall or window. Nope. They're close, loud, fresh.

My eyes slowly pry open in time to see the beautiful array of colors streaking through the sky. Blue, pink, orange.

It's sunrise.

I smile at my favorite scene before turning my head slightly to looks at my other favorite scene.

Harry.

His eyes are already open. He's slowly drinking me in. A breathtaking smile adorns his face and his eyes look considerably lighter.

"Good morning, beautiful," he rasps. I tilt my head up and kiss him lightly, a stark contrast to last night. He smiles against my lips. "I could get used to that."

I wrap my arms around him and snuggle in his neck. "I cannot believe you threw my bra down there." It was my favorite bra too.

He chuckles and tightens his arms around my body. "I'm sorry, I just got too into the moment."

Now that's an understatement.

His fingers trace circles on my bare skin while I breathe him in. My fingers line his abs, drawing out each distinct pack.

We're wrapped up in a blanket, protecting our naked bodies from the harsh outdoor wind. I'm so glad he brought it because I was exhausted last night, so I know I wouldn't have survived the walk back to the car. And as warm as Harry makes me, it's getting really cold outside.

A swirl of ink catches my eye. I prop myself up and lightly trace the left side of his chest, right above his heart. Consequently, I can feel his rapid heartbeats under my hand. The tattoo itself is a picture of a half-sun emerging from waves of water.

A sunrise.

"Is this new?"

He nods. "I got it for you."

He knows. He knows it's my favorite color and he got it for me. Right above his heart.

And he got it for me. Even when we weren't talking, he still held me close to his heart. I'm permanently marked on his body. I am his, forever. The thought of it drives me mad. He loves me that much.

I lean down and plant a soft kiss on top of it.

His breathing picks up. I smile at him as I continue to trace the simple art with my finger. His head falls back as he steadies his breath. It's still mind-boggling to know I have this effect on someone. Like, it's absolutely insane.

My eyes dance over the rest of his tattoos, very aware that he's looking at me do so. There are a few new ones scattered around. One in particular catches my eye. It's a sunflower on his right bicep. I can't help but wonder what the meaning behind it is.

"A sunflower?" I ask, tilting my head. "Isn't that a bit girly?"

"It has a lot of meaning," he grumbles, not appreciating his masculinity being questioned. I pout, kissing the tattoo anyway. His muscles tighten.

"Whatever you say, flower boy," I smirk. He groans and uses his other arm to cover his eyes. I find the gesture adorable. It's always so fun to see the confident, mighty Harry get shy. God knows he could use more of it.

Eventually, I lay back on his shoulder and pull up the blanket so I'm covered up. He wraps his arm around me once again like it's instinct. I stare up at the bright sky and watch the birds flutter around in their flocks.

I can't believe I had sex with Harry last night. It had been a few weeks since we decided to be a "thing," but when it comes to taking it slow, we are–like, snail speed. We haven't even declared each other boyfriend/girlfriend but I'm not sure if that's a given. I guess having sex was inevitable and most couples my age do it around the third date. Apparently that's a staple of adulthood or something? I don't know but I'm glad I got over my intimidation and just sent it. After all, Harry's been with so many girls in between. What if I wasn't all he remembered me being? I was a little nervous, hence why I held back.