AN: I love you all so so much and just know that you make me happy when you read my book.
~Alex
●●●●●
Ocean water lapped at our feet but we didn't pay any attention, our focus on the one standing right in front of us. Our lips were red and swollen as two pairs of green irises stared at each other, so many emotions running through our eyes. It was the one time I could tell what Harry was thinking, his eyes telling me everything I needed to know as he let his guard down, completely opening up to me in that moment. Rosy cheeks and noses hovered close together, soft breaths mixing with each others before slipping away into the night air.
Long eyelashes rested on his cheekbones as Harry closed his eyes once more, slowly leaning forward before resting his lips on mine, that same heavenly feeling washing over me. It was like the world stopped spinning as we kissed, everything coming to halt and starting back up again once our lips were no longer touching. His fingertips pressed into my skin as he held my face in his hands. The same hands he used to create art, painting a canvas, or drawing in a notebook that people would later on get to see become masterpieces.
Harry's soft lips glistened, outshining the multitude of stars above us, none of them standing a chance. I watched as he took in every detail of my face, his eyes flicking back and forth as they traveled over every inch, not once letting his gaze falter, "You're so beautiful, Aurora," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to my cheeks and nose. I close my eyes, relishing every touch I received, pulling him closer to me, "So, so beautiful."
Shivers run down my spine and goosebumps involuntarily rise on my skin, my senses heightening with every small touch and every soft breath that he did, my hands wrapping themselves tighter around his chocolate brown curls. My body completely gives into Harry as he runs his hands down my sides, his warmth radiating through the thin fabric of my shirt, letting my fingers travel down his back. Every kiss was just as heavenly as the first one, every touch molding itself into my skin permanently. I hadn't known what living was for until now, my life finally having meaning now that I had felt his sweet lips on mine, the warmth of his touch seeping into my bones.
Harry starts walking backward, taking my body into his arms as he lays us down on the soft sand, still warm from the heat of the sun. His body presses into mine as we lay there, our lips molding together in the most perfect way while our hands roamed over each other's skin. My skin burns as he runs his fingers over the smooth skin on my stomach, my breath hitching in my throat, his curls tickling my forehead. His heart beats faster against my chest as my hands slip under his shirt, softly letting my fingertips travel over his skin in the most delicate way.
"Harry," I whisper his name while he places warm kisses to my neck. He looks at me as I cup his cheek in my hand, closing his eyes as he leans into my touch, his red lips slightly parted as his chest rises and falls heavily.
"Aurora," he whispers back, opening his eyes once again to stare at me with so much passion. At the sound of my name leaving his lips, I pull him down to me by the collar of his shirt, connecting his sweet lips to mine. Now I knew for sure that what I was feeling definitely wasn't infatuation. It was, in fact, love and boy was I screwed.
●●●●●
I woke up in Harry's arms again that morning, the smell of jasmine and ocean water in the air, rain softly hitting the windows as the dark clouds loomed overhead. "Looks like our plans for today are ruined," Harry sighs, noticing that I was awake. I hum at his words, snuggling my head deeper into his chest, causing a small chuckle to vibrate through Harry's chest. He absentmindedly twirls a strand of my hair between his fingers, letting his other hand trace small circles on my back that sent small shivers down my spine.
Rainy days always seemed to make me sleepy. The way the rain sounded as it hit the glass windows and the dark overcast seemed to be a lullaby, singing me to sleep with every raindrop that fell from the sky. "What's your favorite flower?" I ask Harry quietly, tilting my head back to look at him.
"Peonies," he replies softly with a smile, brushing the hair out of my face. I smile at his answer, imagining the flower with its soft-colored petals and sweet aroma.
"Will you draw one for me?" I ask and he nods his head, sitting up to grab his small journal and a pencil that was lying beside us on the nightstand. I watch him as he starts moving the pencil along the paper, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. The only sound that can be heard is the pencil scratching on the paper and our soft breaths, my knees pulled against my chest as he sat against the headboard. His journal was rested in his lap as he drew the flower from memory.
With one last stroke of the pencil, he carefully ripped the page out of his journal, handing it to me. "Here," he smiles and I take it from him, smiling as I look at the beautiful peony he had just drawn. Although it was in black and white, the flower looked almost lifelike, the petals looking soft on the page as if you could reach out and feel them and an actual peony would be right there in between your fingers.
"Thank you. It's beautiful," I say, leaning forward to place my lips on his, neither one of us caring about morning breath. His hands once again come to rest on either side of my face, pulling me closer to him as I straddle his waist, becoming lightheaded at his touch. The drawing slips from my fingers as I slip my hands behind Harry's neck, tugging softly at his messy curls. As his hands move from my face to my hips, slowly lifting my shirt up, I pull away, wrapping both of my hands around his wrists, "Can we just take it slow?" I ask him quietly, staring at how wet his lips were from kissing me.
My gaze couldn't meet his, worried he might become upset with me, "Is something wrong?" He asks quietly, his breathing uneven. I shake my head, biting my bottom lip as my stomach becomes uneasy.
"No, it's just, um," I mumble, trying to find the right words to say without it sounding rude or mean, "I don't know if, um, you know," I trail off, my stomach becoming more and more uneasy as more words left my mouth.
"You don't know if you're ready to be that intimate with someone else yet," Harry says the words for me. I finally meet his eyes, slightly nodding my head as I chew on the inside of my cheek.
It sounded rather stupid since I knew that I loved him already, but the thought of being intimate with someone else other than Niall makes my stomach turn. I lost my virginity to him and I felt as if that was what drew me closer to him in some way. To me, sex was as intimate as two people could be, it being a way of expressing emotion. It wasn't something that I took lightly, my mom telling me to never rush into it. Harry was the first person I've kissed since ending things with Niall. "I'm sorry," I whisper, letting my gaze fall to my lap.
He puts two fingers underneath my chin, lifting my head to meet his eyes. He kisses me slowly and softly, all of my breath instantly leaving me as my head spins. This kiss wasn't rushed or urgent, it was soft and sweet, filling me up with warmth. When he pulls away, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, gazing deeply into my eyes. "You don't need to be sorry, Aurora. I understand," he says softly, kissing my cheek, the tip of his nose brushing my temple as his lips were pressed against my skin.
"Harry! Aurora!" Our names are called by Louis from downstairs, causing us to turn our heads to the closed doorway. "Breakfast is ready!"
I turn my head back to look at him, placing one more kiss to his lips before climbing off of his lap, letting my feet hit the soft carpet. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me back down onto the bed as he hovers over me, pressing his body into mine. "What are you doing?" I smile up at him, watching the way he stares at me intently.
"Just thinking," he replies softly, not moving an inch.
"What about?" I ask, letting my hands come up to cup his cheeks, running my thumbs over his skin. I smile to myself as I feel him shiver at my touch, color rising into his cheeks as I bite my bottom lip, staring at his lips that were red and swollen from kissing me.
"You."
"Ah," I hum, looking at the small golden flecks that were hidden in his eyes, "Do I spark your imagination?"
He smiles, finally placing a small kiss on my lips, "You always spark my imagination."
I think that was the first time he ever hinted openly that he draws me.