I will always choose you
Chapter 48
"Kiss Me"
He leaned closer to me and finally our lips met halfway.
I sighed and snuggled back against him, feeling warm, protected. The cold immensity of the night had lifted now that I was embraced in his arms.
"Words can’t describe my love for you," he whispered quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.
Then he hovered me and brought his face closer to mine. I giggled and grasped his cheeks with my palms.
“And you look so sexy in nightwear,” he said huskily, making me blush.
I don’t really know what has happened to him, since he’s been acting extremely cuddly during the recent days. I guess it's just a period, and I'm actually not complaining. On the contrary, I’m enjoying it while it was lasting.
“Sarah, do you love me?” he asked, searching for confirmation.
Oh my God, what is going on with him?
I tried to make my face expression appear like I didn’t care as I slowly shook my head in a ‘no’, while I was trying my very best to keep myself from smiling.
But he just smiled even wider as he giggled. It didn’t take long until he kissed me deeply, his hand grasping the back of my head while he was stroking his other hand down my back. Then he grabbed a hold of my waist and pulled me even closer, like it was physically possible.
I pulled away to catch my breath.
“Wow, what’s going on with you? You’re being so....” I made a dramatic pause, “cuddly.” I continued.
His beautiful emerald eyes widened and he pretended to gasp for air because of the chock he got.
“What are you saying? That I'm usually holding you in an enormously big distance, and that I’m not showing any signs of love at all?”
He made me laugh hard, even though I was feeling too tired to find anything comic or funny. He flashed his perfectly shaped dimples once again as he started tickling me.
I shouted his name, laughing even harder, fighting badly to get out of his grip. I collected all of my power to scream “stop it,”
I guess I succeed as he immediately stopped.
“Thank you” I said, as I was trying to calm down after the big amount of tickling.
I layed back on his bed and it didn’t take long until I yawned, my eyes feeling heavier.
I watched him carefully as he planted himself next to me and came even closer and kissed me gently, as he then rested his head between the gap of my neck and my shoulder. I eventually closed my eyes just to get a little bit rest.
It didn’t take long until I felt myself slowly dragging towards the world of the dreams.
“You’re so beautiful” I could hear him whisper to himself while he was mindlessly drawing invisible shapes into my back. Although but both my body and mind were too tired to respond, I still felt chills down my spine.
***
I heard Harry’s small breaths next to me, and I turned around to face his dark chocolate colored curls.
I stretched out my hand and reached his soft hair gently, reminding me of how lucky I was feeling in this exact moment.
I turned around and slid out of the bed and quietly walked out of the room as I slowly closed the door behind me, trying so hard not to wake him up.
I sneaked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge to see what I had to work with. His parents were on a trip abroad, so we were left all by ourselves.
I decided to do some pancakes, since it’s always a safe card. I turned on the stove while I quickly whipped up the ingredients to a small batter, perfect for the two of us. I poured the batter over the pan and it wasn’t long until the lovely smells spread.
“Are you doing pancakes?” his breath caressed warm over my neck as he embraced me from behind. I tried so hard not to wake him...
"I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" I asked uncertain while I turned in his arms, ignoring the pancake lying on the pan.
He shook his head.
"Good morning to you too. And for your information, so I woke up by the echoes caused of the emptiness in the room"
I giggled, and he bent down to kiss me. Deep.
We stood like that in surely one minute, until we both started to feel a dull smell of burning.
Shit, the pancakes!
He leaned closer to me and finally our lips met halfway.
I sighed and snuggled back against him, feeling warm, protected. The cold immensity of the night had lifted now that I was embraced in his arms.
"Words can’t describe my love for you," he whispered quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.
Then he hovered me and brought his face closer to mine. I giggled and grasped his cheeks with my palms.
“And you look so sexy in nightwear,” he said huskily, making me blush.
I don’t really know what has happened to him, since he’s been acting extremely cuddly during the recent days. I guess it's just a period, and I'm actually not complaining. On the contrary, I’m enjoying it while it was lasting.
“Sarah, do you love me?” he asked, searching for confirmation.
Oh my God, what is going on with him?
I tried to make my face expression appear like I didn’t care as I slowly shook my head in a ‘no’, while I was trying my very best to keep myself from smiling.
But he just smiled even wider as he giggled. It didn’t take long until he kissed me deeply, his hand grasping the back of my head while he was stroking his other hand down my back. Then he grabbed a hold of my waist and pulled me even closer, like it was physically possible.
I pulled away to catch my breath.
“Wow, what’s going on with you? You’re being so....” I made a dramatic pause, “cuddly.” I continued.
His beautiful emerald eyes widened and he pretended to gasp for air because of the chock he got.
“What are you saying? That I'm usually holding you in an enormously big distance, and that I’m not showing any signs of love at all?”
He made me laugh hard, even though I was feeling too tired to find anything comic or funny. He flashed his perfectly shaped dimples once again as he started tickling me.
I shouted his name, laughing even harder, fighting badly to get out of his grip. I collected all of my power to scream “stop it,”
I guess I succeed as he immediately stopped.
“Thank you” I said, as I was trying to calm down after the big amount of tickling.
I layed back on his bed and it didn’t take long until I yawned, my eyes feeling heavier.
I watched him carefully as he planted himself next to me and came even closer and kissed me gently, as he then rested his head between the gap of my neck and my shoulder. I eventually closed my eyes just to get a little bit rest.
It didn’t take long until I felt myself slowly dragging towards the world of the dreams.
“You’re so beautiful” I could hear him whisper to himself while he was mindlessly drawing invisible shapes into my back. Although but both my body and mind were too tired to respond, I still felt chills down my spine.
***
I heard Harry’s small breaths next to me, and I turned around to face his dark chocolate colored curls.
I stretched out my hand and reached his soft hair gently, reminding me of how lucky I was feeling in this exact moment.
I turned around and slid out of the bed and quietly walked out of the room as I slowly closed the door behind me, trying so hard not to wake him up.
I sneaked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge to see what I had to work with. His parents were on a trip abroad, so we were left all by ourselves.
I decided to do some pancakes, since it’s always a safe card. I turned on the stove while I quickly whipped up the ingredients to a small batter, perfect for the two of us. I poured the batter over the pan and it wasn’t long until the lovely smells spread.
“Are you doing pancakes?” his breath caressed warm over my neck as he embraced me from behind. I tried so hard not to wake him...
"I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" I asked uncertain while I turned in his arms, ignoring the pancake lying on the pan.
He shook his head.
"Good morning to you too. And for your information, so I woke up by the echoes caused of the emptiness in the room"
I giggled, and he bent down to kiss me. Deep.
We stood like that in surely one minute, until we both started to feel a dull smell of burning.
Shit, the pancakes!
Notes
Oh em ji, I've been so busy with school and yadayada, and this is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written.The thing is that I know the future plot, and what kind of drama that's going to happen. But I don't want it all to seem... rushed.
Ugh, I've even written the last chapter for this story. But don't worry, there's at least 30 unwritten chapters left! (my goal is 80 chapters in total)
I NEED AN UPDATEEE
12/30/13