Parachute | Harry Styles Short Story

Happy Valentine!

Harry settles next to her on the bed, leaning to press a kiss on her forehead and present the breakfast to her.

"Morning to you," she signs as she speaks.

"Hi!" He uses his voice, trying to sound excited.

Blue inhales the sweet aroma and fans her hands, gesturing for the scent to linger. He stares at her beautiful face and leans in closer, just staying close for the sake of it. He sees her lips slowly stop moving and he frowns.

Noticing his new facial expression, she turns to him and pauses.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asks.

Harry slowly gestures at her mouth movement.

"Were you singing?" he asks.

"Oh?" Blue grows shy. "I was humming along to the song."

"Is that very different from singing?" he asks to clarify.

"Let me show you," she nods.

With a smile, Blue takes his hand and places his palm to her neck. Just on her throat. As she starts humming, he feels the vibration and smiles in full understanding. He hums and uses it to test his language skills.

For a while, he just didn't care to properly understand certain aspects of language and communication. Harry withdraws his hand, still smiling and he clears his throat.

"I made you breakfast as promised," he explains.

"It looks so beautiful," she leans in and kisses the side of his mouth.

Their foreheads press to each other for a moment. They stay still in pure silence of their love with Mango watching from where she's comfortably seated.

Sometimes they fail to understand how they conveniently found each other and fully complement each other. It is so deeply beautiful. A love so fulfilling, empowering and enriching. It's something they never thought was possible for people like them.

Blue pulls away with a smile and turns to reach for something on Harry's side of the bed. As he blinks, she shows him the simple bouquet of flowers he had apparently left for her to wake up and she smiles at him.

"Where did you get that from?" he tries to act surprised.

"I think my secret lover wanted me to wake up to this," she replies.

"So, I'm sharing you with Mango and a secret lover?" he asks.

"What can I say? I'm one beautiful black woman," she raises an eyebrow.

"So beautiful," Harry agrees with a smile.

Blue smiles as she touches the bouquet and keeps them on the bed.

"You went all out for this silly holiday," she points out.

"I've never cared for it in my life," he confesses.

"Not even with your exes?" she asks, knowing it's a touching subject for them.

"I celebrated it but never felt it like this," Harry attempts to explain.

Blue nods in understanding and picks up a grape from the bowl on the breakfast tray. Without expecting, she slowly pushes it into his mouth.

Knowing her man, she understands that he went all out for her without any plans to rest or feed himself this morning. It's romantic and annoying.

Harry chuckles as he chews the grape, there's no point protesting. She reaches for the tray and moves it to the side. He frowns as he doesn't know what's happening.