Audra is an aspiring dancer, and she gets the chance of a lifetime when One Direction's choreographer hires her as an assistant for the boys upcoming tour. But this may not only change her career.


26. He chose me

Harry's POV

I held her as tightly as I could, as she silently cried into the my chest. I never wanted her to feel this way, especially because of me. I curled my finger under her chin and tilted her face up, rubbing my thumb lightly against her lip. She licked her lips, causing my blood to spark in my veins. We gently leaned our lips toward each other, and my tongue slipped in. Her hand traveled up my neck into the back of my hair as my arm circled her back and brought her closer to me. Slowly pulling away, I grabbed a towel and wrapped her fragil body in it so the lust in me would settle.

I stood up, holding my hand out to her and pulling her onto her feet. We walked into her bedroom, and I handed her a pair of her undies and took off my big white t-shirt so she could wear it. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62467419) Even then she looked stunning, and I gazed at her from her bed as she combed through her long brown locks. She was perfect. How could I have ever doubted that we'd last? 

Audra's POV 

I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes red and puffy from the tears I had shed. What matter was that he had come back, and the words he spoke proved me wrong in any doubts I had about us. But why me? I asked myself as I continued to look in the mirror. I could stand there for hours pointing out all my imperfections. And yet, there Harry was staring at me in the background of my reflection, as he laid on my bed. He chose me. For reasons that I'll never understand, but will always appreciate.

I felt his arms wrap around me first, and then saw his reflection in the mirror. His head resting on my shoulder, with that cheeky grin on his face that showed off his dimples. I couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're so beautiful," he told me. I nuzzled my face in his and pecked his cheek. Suddenly, picked me up and carried me to the bed, my smile plastered on my face as I giggled. "There's that beautiful sound," he said while tracing my jawline with his thumb. I felt my cheeks flush while I stared at him. The sunlight shining through the window reflected off his tan skin and accentuated the carmel tone in his hair. 

"You're perfect." I said quietly, almost inaudibly. He leaned towards me and kissed my forehead. I pushed him onto the bed and rested my head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. Sweet moments like this made me want to spend forever by his side. I felt him slip away into a deep sleep, as his breathing became heavy. I watched his face for a moment, and I figured out that I couldn't imagine this ever going away. This was too perfect for it to ever end, no matter what silly little fights we go into. Our love for each other was there.

"I love you," I whispered, hoping the words would find their way into his dreams. I kissed his jaw and laid my head back onto his warm bare chest.

"I love you too, baby girl." He said hitting me as I was half asleep. My heart fluttering hard against my ribs. I looked up at his face again. His eyes still closed, but his dimples deep with his soft smile. I snuggled up closer to him, drooping my leg on top of his waist. I felt him kiss the top of my head before I fell into a deep sleep on this sweet London afternoon.

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