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Chapter 59 - Harry

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                                                           ●•Harry•●

Seeing her walking around the kitchen with those baggy clothes of mine hanging on her tiny body, making her look even tinier was probably the best sight I’d had in years, and I just couldn’t stop smiling, remembering the night before, and also a few minutes earlier, when I had her, completely – from head to toe, not missing any inch of her perfect body – for myself.

And now, knowing that she trusted me enough to let me see her real self, was definitely the best feeling in the whole entire world. Say there’s a man happier than me on Earth right now, I dare you.

“You’re gonna get early wrinkles if you don’t stop smiling like a fool, Styles,” she sing-songed, pinching my cheeks and standing on her tiptoes to brush her nose against mine.

Taking advantage of our proximity, I wrapped my arms around her waist; not tight enough to trap her there, just loosely, enough for her to pull away if she wanted to, though she didn’t. Instead, she framed my shoulders with her arms, her fingertips locking with my curls as she seemed to love doing. So did I.

With her lips hovering over mine, not fully kissing me, nor fully away from me either, I couldn’t seem to find the proper answer to what she’d just stated. And I didn’t care, anyways. She made me happy, like I’ve never felt before – and I really mean never – so who cares about a few wrinkles here and there if she’ll be the reason for them?

“Yeah,” I said simply, closing my eyes and inhaling her scent; the mixture of my soap, shampoo and her own unique scent. I quite can’t describe it, but it just feels like her, you know what I mean? And it also feels like home, like here, with her in my arms, is where I belong. I’m pretty sure we were meant to be.

“So you don’t care about looking older sooner?” she asked lowly, leaning in as well and still brushing her nose against mine. I could feel her breath tickling my lips, and it was so, so damn tempting (damn you, Scarlett). And when I didn’t reply she laughed, truly laughed, pulling away with a smile.

“Well, someone looks happy,” I stated, arching an eyebrow at her and trying to find out why the hell she was laughing, after all. Had I said something funny without even realizing or-

“You literally get speechless when I’m too close, it’s hilarious,” she explained, laughing again and turning around towards the stove, where I could already smell the pancakes. God bless the hot cook I now have. Sort of. “Plus,” Scarlett started saying again, cutting me off of my thoughts and making me stop checking her out. Oops. “I slept with this bloke who’s really good in bed.”

And I couldn’t help but smile at her, following her previous steps as if she was my gravity. I swear, there must be some kind of magnet inside of her that keeps bringing me closer whenever she pulls away. It is actually pathetic how damn smiley I become when I feel her touching me anywhere. The slightest touch fulfills me.

“Oh, yeah?” I dared, wrapping my arms around her waist and bending down a bit so that I could rest my chin on her shoulder, slightly kissing her neck and watching with a grin as the skin there covered in goosebumps. “And is he good on anything else, like- I don’t know… Making you happy?”

She grabbed the skillet and carefully turned around, this time with a quite shy smile placed on her lips whilst she looked at me tenderly. I already knew the answer, but she uttered the words anyways. “He might be.”