Chapter 43

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Emma

Emma's P.O.V

The morning sun came through the window tackles. I growled softly. I rolled around the bed and covered my face with a pillow. I stretched my arm and felt the bed. I softly groaned again when I noticed that Harry wasn’t there. I made myself a ball under the covers, without removing the pillow from my face. Stupid curtains, why they don’t close every night by themselves? Today I don’t have to go to training and I still wake up early. Damn it!

Why the sun didn’t understand that I needed a break from college and training? But ... But I had closed the curtains the night before ... Harry. I closed my eyes tightly. Styles would pay for this.

“Emma… Emma… Love… Em… Are you awake?... Emma…” Harry began to whisper while poking my arm with his finger.

I just wanted to sleep. Is that too much to ask?

“Are you awake?”

“No.” I said in a groan.

“Yeah, you are awake… It’s morning.” He whispered.

“I know, Harry.”

“You have to get out of bed.” He pokes my arm again

“I won’t get out of bed… At least not now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m tired.”

“But you have to see the room.” He said pouting. I opened an eye and looked him.

“The room can wait.” I said and I lay face down in the bed.

“Emma… You have to see what I did.”

“If I have to clean it I don’t want to see it.”I mumbled.

“You don’t have to clean it.”

“You said that when you made that apple pie.”

“But admit that it was delicious… Emma, please.”

“Can I sleep after that?”

“No… C’mon, please. For me beautiful, yeah?”

I sighed frustrated. I was sure that I couldn’t get more sleep. Resigned, I remove the pillow and pulled back the sheets. I sat on the bed and rubbed my eyes with my fists. I opened my eyes and the room was full of white lilies, orange and yellow roses. I breathed deeply the scent of the flowers. This was so beautiful.

Every corner of the room was covered with white lilies, my favorite flowers while the roses of all colors contrasted with them. I turned to see Harry. He smiled to me, his beautiful smile, and I smiled back.

“Happy birthday.” He whispered.

I hugged him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder and he kissed my cheek.

“Thanks.” I whispered.

He stood from the bed and held out his hand. I took it and he helped me up. He circled my waist with his arms. He pulled me closer to his body. I put my arms around his neck. He began singing softly. We started to move slowly.

“Don't let me go 'cause I'm tired of sleeping alone...” He whispered in my ear while hugging my tightly.

I buried my face in his neck. I gave a little kiss on his white skin. He smiled against my hair. I looked at the flowers around us. I ran my fingers over the skin of his neck. I loved when he sang to me. It was something between him and me, nobody else.

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