Masterpiece {h.s}

45. Excitement & Train

Never had time flew by so fast in my entire life, it felt as if the last 10 days had gone by in a blink of an eye. But I guess that's how things are when you're with the one you're meant to be with. Harry and I were stronger than ever and happy as can be. Me telling him that I loved him generated something between us that wasn't there before, we were open with each other, completely at ease. I never thought I would need him the way I need him now and not a day had gone by that we hadn't spent time together since I had told him that I loved him.

Last night was no different as we fell asleep trying to name as many animals beginning with the later G as we could. I loved these kind of moments with Harry and it seemed like for the past 10 days, that's all we've had : happy and simple moments.

I woke up, it was the beginning of December, and as a lot was happening in a short span of time, my thoughts ran in my head. My mom visiting, Christmas, New Year's Eve party, everything was coming so fast. 

I sighed sleepily, thinking back on that night and stretched my arms and legs. I hadn't even opened my eyes that I knew today would be a good day and apparently, Harry knew that too as he pulled me to him and hid his face in my neck to press small kisses. I giggle softly, overwhelmed by the happiness I felt. Being in a relationship with the person that was just right for you does that, but I felt like I could never quite get used to how happy he made me.

"Good morning baby," he mumbled against my skin. His voice was laced with sleep and it made my heart skip a beat. One of my favorite thing about sleeping next to him was our mornings. I loved the fact that he was the first person that I got to see every day and the first voice I heard.

"Good morning Harry," I replied between laughs.

"You seem in a good mood," he remarked.

"Mhm," I replied. "Today is going to be a good day, I'm excited"

I felt him smile against my skin. "I can see that," he replied before kissing my neck again.

I turned around to face him and he mirrored my position. We stayed silent for a moment, observing each other. It surprised me how he always looked so good in the morning, even if his hair was all over the place, even if his eyes betrayed his tiredness, he was still the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

"You're looking at me weirdly," he pointed out with a small laugh.

"Was I? Sorry."

His hand came to caress my cheek as a small smile spread on his lips. "It's all right. What were you thinking about?"

"Just how hot you looked in the morning."

My comment earned me a laugh from Harry and as embarrassed I was to admit how good he looked, his laugh made it all better.

"You look better than I do," he replied.

I snorted, unphased by his comment. "You're just saying that-"

"and meaning it," he interrupted and I laughed.

I leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on his lips. "Well thank you then."

"My pleasure," he said before pulling me in for another kiss.

To be honest, I liked how comfortable we were with each other. We didn't mind our morning breaths or leaving the bathroom door unlocked when we were in the shower. Small things that I acknowledged and appreciated.

I pressed my cheek against Harry's shoulder and he hugged me tight. Silence fell upon us, giving us plenty of time to get lost in our own thoughts.

"Are you nervous?" he suddenly asked.

"A little, I guess."

Harry caressed my back softly. "What time are you picking her up?"

I looked at the clock next to my bed. "At 2p.m. so in about 5 hours."