"That was tiring as hell," I sigh, going into the perfectly neat bedroom and flopping myself down on the bed, stretching every sore muscle in my body. The training consisted of, trigger points, muscle workouts and basically punching and kicking, plus just a little bit of making out. After that, I decided to finally get my hair. But that still didn't cease to make me very exhausted. And little did I think that this might be one of the rare moments that I'd go to bed before eleven.
Harry quickly follows and prop himself onto me, his hands laying on the sides; being the base to keep his weight on top of mine.
"You were great, darling," He says to me, making me giggle. His hair looked amazing, all of the wax and gel that were used to style his hair since the early morning faded away and the edges of his curls dangled on his forehead. He presses his soft lips on my forehead before placing them on my lips. My hands move to his cheeks, cupping them as my fingers traced his jawline slowly.
"I want to take you somewhere," He looks at me, breaking the kiss. The forest green eyes flashing back at mine.
"Is this going to be a low-key reenactment of our kiss on the rooftop again,"I roll my eyes, pushing him off of me.
"No, it's going to be better," He answers as he steps into his closet, his hands searching for something and what he brings out makes me gasp.
"Harry, it's- it's absolutely beautiful," I exhale a breath that was held in because of the extraordinary shape of the dress he pulls out. The black material feels soft against my touch and the design is something that I'd look at for hours.
"There's this fancy Italian bistro in the agency, just a few floors down - it doesn't close until half past midnight.. I thought you'd like to go there with me.." His voice laced with lack of confidence and second thoughts but I quickly interrupt to sustain them.
"I'd love to."
"Go change and tell me how you like it," He giggles, flashing me his cheeky cheshire cat smile that made me feel like hot, melting iron.
I take the dress from his hands and without hesitation, I tip toed and quickly slid my hands on to his neck, getting him into a tight embrace, still holding the dress firmly on my hand, "Thank you."
Admittedly, I admired the dress half the time I was in the bathroom, it looked so elegant - like he knew that I'd like it and that I've been wanting something like this for who knows how long. I slid the dress on from bottom up, slowly sliding it up my body, secretly hoping that it fits. My hands reach for the back zip, but after a while of struggling I realized that I don't have any clue how to get this problem fixed, I decided to put make up on. It wouldn't hurt to feel good about myself for a second.
Putting on a soft touch of smoky eyeshadow that blended perfectly, I was surprised that I still maintained this skill after a long while of not touching make up palettes. I spread a coat of mascara on my eyelashes and gave it a glow with a bold red lip. Turning the knob to the bathroom was intimidating, my mind guessed one of the million reactions I would get.
I see him, standing outside the bathroom door - his eyes slowly wander and looked up and down. But what I saw wasn't Harry in a black t-shirt and black tight skinny jeans - I see him in a suit and tie. The suit perfectly flat ironed and the tie correctly and rightly done the right way along with the shiny black shoes, that I once doubted would matched faultlessly with his dark attire. His hair was slicked back up and his cherry pink lips emphasised his gorgeous face. He smiles at me and his dimple shows.
"Hmph," He nods, smoothening out his black pants.
I lick the bottom of my dry lips to help conceal the self consciousness.
After a few seconds of him scanning my body and flickering his eyes up and down my awkward frame, I question his expressions.
"So?" I shrug, exposing my somewhat shy emotion.
"You look amazing."
"One thing, I can't get this up," I point towards the half-zipped dress, the loose pieces of material dangled and flowed back and forth on my back as I moved.
He smiles and doesn't hesitate to step forward and zip it up for me. He touches the tip of the zipper and slowly works his way up to the top, his fingers lingering on every touch.
"I also have these shoes for you," He pulls out a pair of black strapped heels from a box that had just appeared in the room.
"They're beautiful," I gasp in admiration of the most beautiful shoes I've ever seen in my entire life. I feel spoilt, loved, cared for and guilty at the same time. No one has ever showered me with this amount of gifts in one day and words wouldn't be able to describe how blessed I feel.
He straps them onto my shoe and I feel my heart punching on my chest by the minute. No word would do this moment justice and I feel like a huge matter to someone for the first time - and I wondered to myself how much I deserve such thing.
"Shall we go?" He asks, lacing his hands onto mine like it was an instinct.
I nod and we head out to the elevator. Once we get out, the first thing I smell of is food - fresh cooked food that screamed Italian. Harry talked to the receptor about the seats and we sit on our table. The restaurant was a fancy looking one, however it looked nothing like the many fancy restaurants I've been to. The candle is perfectly lit, the table cloth was pure white and the atmosphere is sweet, romantic and slightly chaotic. People were talking from all directions and waiters and waitresses walked around in a hurry in order to satisfy the customers - shouts were heard from the cooks and chefs in a demanding manner, but that didn't interrupt anything.
The menus are finally given to us and I skim through the varying types of food that are printed on it, ordering food wasn't such an easy thing, but sitting on the opposite side of Harry make me want to rush and order the first thing on the menu to not make him wait so long.
"You know, out of all the mean neighbours that I've met, I don't think one of them would take me on a fancy dinner," I smile, taking a sip of red wine from the glass sitting next to my plate.
"And out of all the subjects in my mission, I never thought that I'd fall in love with one," He smiles at his lap and I feel a bush of blushes creeping up my cheeks, turning them bright red.
"How did you decide to love me?" I asked, still smiling, even though it was quite a serious question that I wondered to myself for quite an amount of time.
"I didn't love you at first, that's for sure. But the intriguing concept between us made me feel closer to you, I guess. There was something about it that led me to you."
"But I don't get it, I was a normal business-woman who meant pretty much nothing to you and now it seems like you care about me so much more?"
"Thats just how love works, at least that's how I think about it."
Later, after the food was served and my stomach was packed with all kinds of food, Harry stood up and led me somewhere that caused a moment of nostalgia. It was close to the restaurant, but it was a place I'd rather much prefer.
The place didn't have an exact name but it suited me so perfectly. It was a meadow, not just a simple natural meadow that laid abnormally in the middle of a green forest but a meadow that hung out on a balcony - exposing the extravagant view of a breath taking landscape that showed mountain tops and basically a whole new atmosphere that differed greatly to the busy streets of New York.
Harry laid in the middle of it all, surrounded by purple, pink, white flowers I thought it as the most beautiful locations I've ever set foot on, but Harry categorized it in one of the many that hes seen.
"Come lay with me, darling," He gestures me to come forth and to lay in the warm spot with a slight breeze and just forget about the rest of the world and the major conflict.
The flowers and the floor aren't as uncomfortable as I expected and with the continuous wind rushing and blowing on my ears, I could lay here for hours or better, days with the one condition that was having him here with me.
The flat-on position made the constellations and the large dark sky inevitable to my sight and it took my breath away.
"I've always liked stars. They're incredible."
"I like them too. At times when I felt low, I come here and feel as if I was on top of the world. Stars shine so bright and when I look at them, you feel like they're unreal and they're only visible to me. Almost like a significant other, sure people would like them, but no one sees them the way you see them," He comments and I completely agree.
"You've got a way with words haven't you," I lean into kiss him.
"You mean a lot to me, you know that?"
"I do. And I don't know what I'd do without you," I say back at him. It's true. I couldn't imagine a day without his crazy blabbering and his messy thoughts that he'd always want to share with me each day.
"Hey," He calls me and I turn to him. His expression was dead serious, so I became concerned.
"Hear me out, okay?"
I nod.
"I was thinking about it. About what we're going to do after this - if we both make it," He speaks and my heart trembles at the words. What he said is something to be thought about, are we gonna make it out of this?
"If we do... are you going to still be with me?" He asks, his head down and his eyes facing the ground. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth formed a clear frown.
"Of course, who else would I be with?"
A pause in between filled the air and he swallowed a gulp signaling that he was nervous.
"I want you in my life," He says, "For now, for the future and forever - until the end."
My heart beats as the words come out of his mouth.
"Forever?" I ask him, reassuring that he wasn't drunk or was sure about what he was talking on about.
"Yes. After all of this, when our lives get.. less chaotic; I want to travel around with you. Be with you and feel you around me at all times. I want to live in a house with you, where we lived in the middle of a breath taking sight - where we lived by the time labelled as 'forever'."
My eyes widen and tears start to shed as his words are spoken.
"I promise to protect you and be near you. Risk my life for you and do anything to keep you safe. So I'm asking for you to be with me. Please?"
My facial expressions were unreadable; I was in awe and complete shock. His words touched my heart and I want to be with him too. But due to all of the chaos and stress, I'm not sure if the thought of that sounded pleasant or too much to think about at this time.
"Harry.." My voice gets smaller, "I- I don't know what to say- Yes I want to be with you, but just give me a while to process this," I let the words out and his emotions aren't readable either.
"We have something to focus on and I'm not sure if I'm ready to think about this in the middle of something bigger," I continue.
"I understand," He nods slightly and takes my hand.
"I love you. Never forget that. No matter what," I whisper, kissing his warm, dry lips.
But as I expected, moments like this don't last long in this type of situation. Long lasting ones are hard to find and would require a huge luck and amount of time.
Liam steps into the meadow and looks down at the both of us, his expression grim and tired.
"We've got new information to inform you about," Liam says, exhaling his breath, "Harry, the mission is going to have to be ready soon, Caleb is not fooling around."
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i hoped you enjoyed that bit of cheesiness and i'm so glad to say that i finally finished up a plan for a new haylor fic i'll be posting on this acc! its very new for me and the best idea i've come up with and im so excited to share it with you guys after finishing Subside (which is soon). if you guys have any questions, my twitter is @sumptuousnarry so feel free to talk to me or ask me anything or make me your friend haha i'm always going to reply :) i'll post the next chap very very soon :)
all the love x - jane