The Story of Us

Nobody Knows

That morning, he woke up before me. My sweatly hair was sticking to the bare skin of his chest. When I opened my eyes, I saw him looking at me, and I looked at him. I watched his curls, that would perfectly embrangle themselfes with the loose ends of my hair. I watched his perfectly full lips that would make me jolt every time they would push against mine. I watched his hands and the finger where a ring will stand on soon. I watched his undressed chest, and the place where my head would perfectly lie on. And his gleaming turquoise green eyes, that would make me feel so warm inside every time they would look at me. I loved the was his ''A Thousand Years/My Name'' tattoo peaked out of the pillow. I watched his strong neck veins, halfly covered with our white sheet. Our white sheet. It just wouldn't come to me that this was my home now. It wouldn't come to me that Harry was all mine. That moment was perfect, that no words were needed. I had no idea was it the morning, or night. I didn't care my stomach was growling like a lion cage at the ZOO. I didn't even care his phone vas vibrating every 5 minutes. No. It was just me and him, stuck in the moment. He got close to kiss me right in the middle of my thought. We kissed, and my heart stopped. Just for a while. 

-I love you.- he mummered.

-Not as much as I love you.- I smiled at his smirk. My stomach growled again.

-I know.- he looked down. -I feel it too. Let's go get something to eat.-

-I second it.- he took my hand, and we slowly went down the stairs. -What do you want?- I said as I opened the fridge.

-Hmm... Waffels with strawberries.-

-We're out of strawberries, do you want cherries instead.-

-Whatever you want.- he smiled at me, and I couldn't, but to roll my eyes. -Okay, so I'll make the wafells, and you'll cut the fruit.- he started kissing my neck. I turned around with a knife in my right hand. -Stop it. Do you really want to starve to death?-

-Put. That. Down.- he put his hand on mine, laying the knife on the counter. -I don't think it's smart to let you to hold a knife... That near to my head.- I sighed.

-We wouldn't want to cut those prettly little curls.- he kissed me, and the knife in my hand slowly rose up.

-Ah, ah, ah.- he gave me a frightened look. The waffels turned out... not burned! Allthough, the cherries were a little rotten.

-Watch out!- I said before throwing a piece of waffel his way. He missed it, and the whipped cream hit his nose. -That's a good look on you.- I laughed so hard, I felt a sixpack coming on. He shot me with a grape just to calm me down. -Hey!-

-I didn't do anything?- he shook his shoulders.

-Harry Styles, you're a thief!- my hand hit the kitchen counter that we were using as a table.

-Why?! What did I do now?-

- You stole my heart.- he smiled at me. -With just one look.- we both giggled. When I saw your face, I fell in love. Took a minute, boy, to steal my heart tonight. With just one look. Yeah. Been waiting for a guy like you.-

-You could easely replace me in the band, you know?-

-Well, that is a lot, coming from 1/5 of One Direction.- I got up, as he was still buckling his lips. -We have to clean this mess up.- he was still motionlessly sitting on the chair with his eyes closed when I was putting the dishes in the sink. -You coming?- he heavily got up and helped me put the plates and mugs in the dishwasher. 

-Done.- he took my hand. -Hey, what if we go out. I don't want to stay in the house anymore.-

-Sure. Where do you want to go?-