The Story of Us.

Twenty Three.

                                                When your legs don't work like they used to before

                                                        And I can't sweep you off of your feet

                                                Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?

                                                        Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?                 

        I looked at Harry who was now standing in front me, he reached for my hand and led me to my feet. We made our way to the dance floor and I wrapped my hands around his neck. He was smiling down at me, and I gazed back at him in total awe.  He spinned me once, and let out a light laugh. This was amazing, everything was just so ... perfect.  We continued to sway to the familiar music, and when I glanced at Ed he gave me a smile and  a nod.

                                                Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

                                                        and baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory

                                                I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

                                                        maybe it's all part of a plan

        I lay my head on Harry's chest, and he began to speak quietly into my ear. "This is the night we we were supposed to have. The night you deserved. Olivia, you are the most amazing person I have ever met. I think about you in the morning, night, and everything in between. I have never felt like I needed any one, I never thought that I could be some one's boyfriend. Then I met you, and I want to give you everything. I want to be your everything, because you already mean everything to me. Sometimes I get jealous when I see your smile, because I want to be the reason you smile. Will you give me that chance Oli-." 

        Before he could finish his sentence I got on my toes, and I pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back softly at first, his lips moved with mine perfectly like that had been made for each other. His kiss was starting to grow stronger and I could feel his hands on my cheeks trying to bring me even closer. We kissed for what felt like a lifetime when the roar of applause hit my ears. We pulled away slowly, I was panting and I could feel my cheeks turn red when I saw that all eyes were on us. Harry of course, took a bow smiling and grabbed my hand in his. We turned to look back at Ed, when he said over the microphone.  "Go on mate, dinner is on me tonight!" The crowd continued to cheer as Harry and I walked out of the lounge hand in hand.

        The valet already had Harry's car in the front. He quickly tipped him and helped me into the front seat. On the short drive home, Harry's hand never left mine. We didn't talk during the drive home, to be honest I was glad. I didn't know what to say, I was so overwhelmed with joy. When I had finally given up on the thought of Harry and I  he had surprised me with a wonderful night. When we arrived back at the apartment we stood at the space between our doors. We stood there like fools in love, just smiling at each other. 

        "Is that smile for me?" Harry whispered.

        "This smile is because of you." 

With that Harry picked me up, and carried me into his apartment. He layed me down on the couch slowly never letting his eyes leave mine. He sat down next to me and I climbed on top of him kissing him from his neck to his chest slowly. His breathing was ragged and gave me a look questioning if we should take it further. I nodded, he stood up first and I followed behind him as he lead us to the bedroom. I turned my back so that Harry could unzip my dress, he began to remove his shirt and sat down on the bed letting me lead the way. I pulled my dress down slowly, and removed my heels and sat with him on the bed. Harry was gentle and slow, and I could truly feel how much he cared for me.

        After Harry and I were entangled in each other's bodies staring at the ceiling. I traced his tattoos with my fingers one by one slowly admiring them. I loved Harry's tattoos they were a part of him, like him they were all very special and beautiful. Harry ran his fingers through my hair, and I closed my eyes taking it all in. This whole night was amazing and unexpected but could  not be anymore perfect. My eyes were heavy and I almost didn't want to sleep so this day never had to end. Harry could sense I was exhausted so he turned off the bedside lamp. The only light was coming in from the street through his blinds. I turned to face Harry and in a small sliver of light I could see him smiling, I was happy to know that I was the reason why.