~I'm really proud of this one :3~
Harry collapsed onto the mattress beside me face first.
His face was flushed, defined red shades at the height of his cheeks and the very tip of his nose. His curls were dishevelled and stuck to random spots on his forehead where sweat had gathered. He panted hard into the pillow fiercely, his body just beginning to relax as he came down from his miraculous high merely seconds before.
Rolling onto his back his turned to face me, grinning wickedly.
I giggled and stared up at the ceiling contently, trying to regain my breath. When Harry and I made love it was always incredible, mind blowing in fact. He did everything right, every time it was something new- something more, to the point where I regularly walked with a limp the day after, always duly noted by the other boys.
Yet, on occasion, after we had finished, this insecure side of Harry came out that I could never place. I always thought it came from how previous girlfriends had treated him after sex. I would always try my hardest to console him, reminding him that neither of us had been so in love as we were with each-other. It usually worked.
Today had been an especially amazing session. Harry was a very conscientious lover, very aware of exactly how to move his body against mine.
He had been giving me these looks all day and I knew what I was in for.
But, as if on cue, as I turned around to face Harry again his expression was grave. Eyebrows knotted were a sure sign that he was thinking about how he performed.
“That was amazing” I said, trying to beat him to the punch.
I moved toward him, wrapping my arms around his bare torso and looking up at him tenderly, trying my most sincere smile.
“Mmmhmmm” he murmured back, my face fell.
We lay in silence for a few minutes; the only sound in the room was the fan circulating slowly above us and our breathing. I hated when Harry did this, he knew how much I loved him.
“Britt…” he mumbled into my hair.
He sighed, “What do you love about me?”
I lay there, completely stunned. He really didn’t just ask that did he?
“Seriously Harry?” I chuckled. That was the wrong answer.
I instantly regretted saying that, and Harry got offended right royally. Unravelling my arms from around him, nothing was said as he rolled onto his side- leaving me to look at nothing but his back. It was my turn to sigh, and I resumed back looking at the ceiling.
He was such a tosser when he asked my guarded questions like that. It wasn’t like I didn’t show my appreciation for him; I adored him to my wits end. It was so hard for me to just pin point the one thing I loved about him. He was just Harry, there was no other way to describe it. I had fallen for every aspect of him. My mind wandered from there.
“The way your voice sounds in the morning” I said into the air.
Harry paused for a moment before turning back around, “What?”
“You heard me” I still didn’t look at him “I love the way your voice sounds in the morning, just after you wake up. And it’s all croaky and rough”.
I felt his arms gradually curl back around me, “I love the way you speak entirely in sarcasm. I love the way your hair is always better than mine” he giggled with me.
“I love the way you sing horrendously loud in the shower. I love how you are shameless with exposing yourself. I love how when you laugh really hard, your eyes squint up and you throw your head back”.
He feigned offence and I chuckled, “It’s like a retarded seal”.
I was pulled tightly to him as we rolled in laughter,
“I love the way you are so proud of your freakishly large hands. Or the fact your nose is shaped like a penis. I love the way you smell, and when you let me wear your t-shirts”
Harry’s fingers traced up and down my spine, his eyes locked on mine as I spoke.
“I love your dry, crude and insensitive sense of humour, or how only I know the meaning behind your tweets” he winked at me.
“I love the way you get nervous when you talk about me in interviews”
He held me close and I could tell his insecurities were melting away with every word of truth I spoke.
“But most of all” I said bringing my hands to caress his jaw “I love the way you look at me”
“You look at me like you would be happy if I were the last thing you ever saw, and it astounds me. I will never be able to comprehend why you look at me like that, but I love it. I’ve never seen anyone look at me like that, it’s crazy”
I felt myself beginning to tear up, “I love everything about you Harry, and the fact you would question that just shows how much of an idiot you really are. It scares me how much I love you actually”
“Babe,” he whispered, getting teary himself.
“I’m serious, it’s scary. It scares me that no matter how bad we fight or how long you’re away, or what you do to annoy me- the fact of the matter is…Harry Edward Styles, I am in totally, disgustingly in love with you”
And we lay there.
Harry looked as if he were about to break down and I was dwindling there myself. Neither of us knew where my words had come from, but there they were. And I knew in my heart that I meant every single syllable.
We just stared at each other- just us and the moment. His thumb was gently swiping the droplets that overflowed from the rims of my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks.
“I love you,” Harry uttered simply. He turned to the edge of the bed, reaching a hand into the second draw of the bedside table. Upon returning he pulled out a perfectly crisp, dark blue box.
My breath hitched in my throat as Harry said the words I had wanted to hear from the moment I met him, “Marry me”.