promises

Chapter 13

{ Annabelle's POV }

We laid in his bed, talking about anything and everything. The only light was the night moon streaming in from his window.

Our damp hair making the pillows wet, but we didn't care. We are happy.

"I love you Harry." I whisper.

"I love you too Bell." He whispers back.

I can't hold it in, I giggle and giggle 'til it hurts.

He looks at me like when my grandpa looks at my grandma. The loving look you give someone who is very important to you.

It is silent in our room and the only sound is our heavy breathing.

My left hand never let's go of his right one.

"I want to be your favorite hello and hardest goodbye." He says, facing me as he places his other hand on my cheek.

I smile at him and kiss his lips.

"Never leave me love, please?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I don't break my promises Harry."

He kisses my forehead and tingles form there.

I curl against his chest, my ear hearing his heartbeat. He holds me against his chest and protectively wraps his arms around me. I stare up at him but his eyes already look down at me.

It was silent. But it wasn't an awkward silence.

"Goodnight Harold."

"Goodnight Annabelle."

With the rhythm of his heart and even sounds of our breathing, I fell asleep.

***

"Harry? Harrrryyyyy? Harold!"

"Huh? What?" Harry asks, coming out of his daze.

"I asked you if you could give me a tour around your hometown."

"Sure thing, I'd love to." He smiles at the end, his dimples showing.

"You know, I love a boy with dimples." I say poking them.

He laughs and holds my hand.

"Let's go take that tour Bell." He kisses each fingertip, then pulling me up from our-er I mean my bed.

It was 8:00 AM and Harry and I were cleansed, dressed, and prepped. We already ate and said hello to everyone else in the house.

Today I threw a graphic tee on with jean shorts.

Harry chose a plaid shirt and skinny jeans. He looks so cute today, but then again, doesn't he always?

I'm so bubbly right now. Laughing, giggling, and smiling more than any other day.

Eleanor and Louis are in the pool, splashing at each other. I bet they will be the first to get married.

Harry slings a really old camera from his neck. It was one of those one where you take a picture and it prints out right away. I bring my shoulder purse so I could carry the photos.

"LATER LADS! ANNABELLE AND I ARE GOING OUT! SEE YOU AT DINNER!" Harold screams loudly.

Harry covers his eyes with some sunglasses. He swings a light colored jean jacket over his plaid shirt.

I heard it's supposed to be cool later, but I don't mind cool weather.

Instead of walking to one of his nice sports cars, he pulls two old fashioned bikes out from the garage.