It feels like his eyes pierce into my soul and see every part of me hidden away in there somewhere.
"Aren't you mad at me? I brought you here without permission."
I look away from him and stare at the white walls. I think about his sayings and try to say something, but not completely knowing what. I look back down at him and exhale. "I am. Well...I was, but now I see who you really are and the way you can be. The adoration you have for me."
He nods.
"Someone who is basically invisible." I whisper to myself. Letting me get carried away by all emotions.
Abruptly he stands up and takes my face in his massive hands, covering my whole cheeks. "You are not visible, never. You are everything, my whole fucking world. I love you, angel."
My heart skips a beat and I try to hide all feelings rushing through me. He loves me. Harry loves me. My eyes flutter close and I try to keep my breathing at a regular rhythm.
"I am a crazy person, dollface. I ain't normal. I am sick, mentally sick. Normal is not a way to describe. Nobody understands my sickness. My mind is fucked up."
My eyes are wandering over all things surrounding us and I am still amazed by the three words he confessed his feelings with. "You heard me, June?"
I look back at him and see his worrieness, as if I am the person who just had a massive breakdown. I nod. "Nothing is fucked up, Harry. Nor are you. I have known you long enough now to know you have an incredible mind."
I clear my throat and moisten my lips. "The things you say are so, so....I don't even know how to describe it."
"Crazy? Scary?"
He suggests, snickering after.
I shake my head. "No, no, definetely not. I admit they had quite an scary effect on me in the beginning, you as a person had. But that is slowly staring to fade now."
Harry smiles, a real and genuine one. His white teeth on display and eyes sparkling & shining bright.
"But I am a stalker, you have every right to be mad at me." He shrugs and fiddles with his hand. I already miss them touching me. He does not understand me, but that isn't necessary, because I do.
"I want to help you, Harry. Let me, please." I whisper. His hand are now finally again on my skin and they trail my exposed collarbones. Going up along my neck, to my cheeks. His touch always made fall; made my crave; made my feel. It was so delicate, with such love.
"You are my angel. My perfect, precious angel. You are perfect and the only thing that exists for me.
But know that I am my own enemy."
I nod, not caring about all negative things he points out about himself. He already has me too much wanting and craving. Before I can hold myself back, I voluntarily kiss his irresistible, beautiful shaped lips. The moment we collide, he slides his arms around my waist and pulls me into his muscular body. Our tongues fighting for dominance, which he won.
The kiss starts to get heated and we both feel the passion swallowing us. Burning between us. I break away, being out of breath, but we stay close to eachother. Eyes locked and his breat hitting my swollen lips.
"My lover, the reason I am alive,
my lover, I would give up everything for you," he whispers against my lips.
I smile and whisper ever so softly back, "This is what I mean, I love the way you choose your words. I always have. They aren't scary, nor crazy.
They are beautiful."
"Just like you," he says against my lips.
My cheeks heat and red is spreading over my face. I look down and avoid his stare. "Stop that, Harry."
"Why? You deserve to know about my love and adoration for you." I hear argue.
I fiddle with my hands because of the sudden nerves. I feel changes between the two of us, I would almost call it progress. And I know he feels it too. We both create an amazing atmosphere together, were we both can hide in.
Hide from everyone and everything around us. But not hiding from eachother, because we can be ourselves with one another. And so we find comfort in that atmosphere full of passion, full of love.
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