SEQUEL: to You're So Golden
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Harry's gentle hand rests on my hip as he drags the soft warm cloth against my stained skin with his other hand. I look down in between us and watch closely as the red liquid drips down to our feet and seeps into the...
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in As if you were a mythical thing Like you were a trophy or a champion ring
And there was one prize I'd cheat to win The more that you say the less I know Wherever you stray I follow
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It's two o'clock in the morning, and I'm currently laying on a blanket in the middle of a field of flowers, staring up at the stars with Harry's arm underneath my head like a soft pillow.
His jacket is hanging off of my shoulder, while his legs stay tangled with my own, as his fingers trace patterns against the bare skin of mine that peaks out of his leather coat.
My eyes flutter open, looking up and over at him as I smile brightly at the relaxation written all over his face. His eyes are slightly closed, and his hair is up in a bun, while his lips stay frozen in a soft smile. I try not to giggle at the view of him, in awe of his beauty, so I try my best to keep quiet.
We've been here for two hours.
I'm not even sure what was said to bring us here, in the middle of the night, a place we only ever come to on special occasions or when we need an escape. But I fell asleep on the way to Ashton's, and when I woke up alone in the car with Harry, he told me to go back to sleep until we arrived at home.
I did as he said and fell back asleep, but woke up thirty minutes later, and I had rolled over and noticed the driver's seat was empty and the door was hanging wide open. I glanced out of my window just to see Harry picking a flower in the field of grass beside the car.
Rubbing at my eyes so I could see clearly through the fog of my tired eyes, I pulled myself up off of the seat, and slowly climbed out of the car so I could ask him why he had stopped.
He looked back and smiled, holding up a pretty flower, and said, "I saw it on the way and wanted to grab it for you."
Now we're here, two hours later, laying in a field of flowers like it's a comfortable bed of our own. His eyes are on the sky, while my eyes are on his, smiling to myself as the dizziness wears off, and reality seeps in.
I glance down at my hands as he shuffles closer to me, twirling the tiny stem of the flower around in between my fingers, watching the yellow petals spin around with a soft smile on my face.
My eyes dart up to the sky when I hear Harry's heart race in my ear, staring up at the bright moon that's surrounded by shimmering stars. I pull my body closer to his, nudging my head into his arm so I can get closer, feeling warm whenever our skin touches.
