Safe and Sound [h. styles]

➴ seven

➴ estella

The next day I woke to see a boy next to me, asleep in the chair.

Curls covered his face, a bouquet of flowers next to him.

I silently walked to the bathroom, taking a wee and brushing my teeth.

When I walked back into the room I slowly approached the boy, taking in his appearance.

A plaid muscle tank, his usual ripped skinny jeans along with his daily brown boots.

I looked at the he slept, soft snores escaping his mouth.

When I thought it was finally time to wake him, I did.

Slowly shaking him, he stirred in his seat waking up.

"Morning sleepy head," I giggled.

He tiredly smiled his eyes slowly looking up at me.

"Why'd you come so early, Harry?" I asked while taking a seat on my bed. I looked over at the clock which read 10:56.

"Well," he finally spoke. Damn, his voice was so raspy in the mornings.

"I felt like I had to make it up to you for not visiting everyday. So I went to the hospitals gift shop, and if I may say, they have shitty flowers,"

I laughed, "What a harmartia!"

"Touché," he smiled.

"But I picked up a bouquet of roses for you," he said as he picked the bouquet up.

"Oh, you didn't have to," I smiled at them, admiring their beauty.

"Oh but I did. Would you, Estella Rose, do me the honor and spend your vital time tonight with me, dressed as posh English people and go out to eat?" He asked.

Vital time.

"Of course Harry." I smiled.

"Really?" He asked in shock.

I laughed, nodding. "Why wouldn't I say yes?"

He shrugged, "Maybe you aren't comfortable with going out and being seen with me.." He shyly said.

I placed my hand on top of his, my thumb caressing his warm palm.

I traced the creases human nature has created in his palms, flipping his hand back and forth in my small frail hands.

Looking back at him, he observed me as I discovered his hand, admiring it.

"I would never be embarrassed to be seen with a kind gentleman like you,"

I complimented him.

His cheeks turned a tint of red, he tried fighting back a smile.

"So, what shall I wear?" I asked, opening my small closet.

"Surprise me," he smirked, "Perhaps something floral?" He suggested.

I laughed, "I believe I already wore a floral dress."

He laughed along, walking towards me.

"May I?" He flicked his head towards the box of clothes.

I nodded.

He smiled, taking it out.

As he began to rummage through it, I immediately felt embarrassed.

"Wait, Harry, no!" I grabbed his hand, but it was too late.

"Great choice, Ms. Rose," he said as he sorted through my knickers.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I watched him go one by one, giving a nod to each.