"Harry, can you hand me that towel?" I heard Bella yell from the bathroom.
I looked around until I found the damp white towel she had used early and I handed it to her. There was nothing better to look at than her. Her dark wavy hair that falls lightly past her shoulders and the way her curves shape to her body. Her eyes were baby blue and I imagined the ocean. Her lips were sculpted to perfection. They weren't small and they weren't Angelina Jolie. They were absolutely perfect.
"Harry?" She snapped, catching my attention. She was continuing to dry her hair with the towel and she just laughed.
"What?" I said, clueless.
"I don't know, you've been staring at me for like five minutes." She smirked.
"How can I not, you're like a piece of art." I bit my lip and pulled her swiftly towards me.
"And do you even realize when you wear tank tops it clings to your body...You know how I feel about that."
"No, I don't know how you feel about that." She furrowed her eyebrows, smirking at the same time.
"Well you see.... When you walk around in your cute little cheeky panties and your tank top, my brain goes a little crazy."
"Really Harry, something else is going crazy because...." She paused and whispered in my ear.
"It's pressed against my leg." She smirked and walked away.
She really did drive me crazy. The way she walked and the way she laughed at me when I was telling unfunny jokes and when she cuddled me on the couch at 3 am, the way she still wanted to stay with me after everything we have been through in the past six months.
"Wait where are you going?" I spun around and saw her climbing into bed.
"Getting ready to go to sleep." She said cockily.
"But you promised me a later."
"You got your hot make out session earlier. Now you have the choice to cuddle me or I'm going to sleep."
My reaction to that went a little better than I planned out.
"Or you could let tickle the hell out of you because your genuine laugh is my favorite sound in the whole world." I said, jumping on the bed and tickling her sides-the most ticklish spot on her body.
"Harry! Stop." She was trying to say in between laughs.
"Give me a kiss and I'll let you go." I said, holding both of her hands in one of my own.
"You have to let me go so I can." She said.
I released her hands and little did I know, that was the stupidest thing I could've done. She flipped me over and ran her fingertips along the trace of my tattoos. She knew how much I loved that.
"Did you still want that kiss?" She teased.
"Yeah, I do."
"Well.... I don't think you're gonna get it." She rolled off me and left me a bit confused.
"What do you mean I'm not gonna get it?"
"If you can catch me, I'll give you a kiss but then you have to let me go to sleep,"
She got up and starting running around the room and I was already tired from tickling her but, I wasn't gonna sleep till I got that kiss. So I got up and chased her.
I finally cornered her and she looked so tired.
"Gotcha." I whispered.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and I threw her around my waist, one hand on her bum and the other on her back.
"You promised me a kiss." I said, smiling.
"You're so cute." She whispered before going into a deep kiss which didn't break off. When I asked for a kiss I more expected a peck not another hot make out session.
"Bella-" She cut me off and we just continued making out until she got off me and pushed me down onto the bed.
"Go to sleep." She laughed and crawled next to me.
"I totally thought I was gonna get my later." I said, waiting for her to turn off the bedside light.
"I'm not doing anything to you until we get back to London. Other people might have to sleep in this bed one day and if we-"
"Who said you had to do something to me? There are two parts to every story. You might just have to do nothing."
"No, Harry." She said, smirking.
"Fine." I let out a sigh and she rolled over.
I slung my arm over her and laid close to her. For some reason I haven't been able to sleep unless I know she is there and that she wants me to be there and I'm touching her and I feel her presence. Every since France, I got like hit with something. I slept alone in that hotel room and all I could do was miss her. Liam would've killed me if I went back and I had to go to Sean's. Nobody really knows what happened there and I kinda want to keep it that way. Bella wouldn't be able to look at me the same if she knew what really happened at his house. I did things I really would never have done under the influence of me without being sober and I regret every thing. Sean won't be back, and if does come back, I'll have to beat the living shit out of him again.
"Harry.." I heard her soft little voice.
"What's wrong baby?"I said and she rolled back over so I was sort of hovering over her.
I pushed back a piece of hair out of her face and she seemed confused about something.
"Would you ever marry me?"
The question hit me hard. Would I marry her? Was there ever going to be a time where I would be ready for marriage? If there was one person in this world I could spend the rest of my life with it would be her. No doubt about it.
"One day princess, one day I'll get to see you walk down the isle in your beautiful dress and then I get to put a ring on your pretty little fingers and I can say I do and then we will kiss in front of the whole church." I said, holding up her hand then wrapping it in my own.
"One day..." She whispered and then cuddled closer to me.
Thoughts were running through my head all night long. Marriage? That's a big thing for me and for her. We have been through so much and one day our kids are gonna ask us how we met and why we got married and kids. Wow. We're gonna get married and have kids. Maybe a boy who will look just like her and a girl that will look just like me. They could both have her eyes and my hair and my nose and her ears. They would be the most beautiful children I have ever seen. Now that I'm actually thinking about kids and marriage it sounds amazing. What am I waiting for? She is right here next to me. I could marry her within seconds. We wouldn't even ave to have a big wedding. We could go down to the church and get married there. The bad thing is, I would be on tour with the boys. We are just now starting to finish the planning for tour. It's gonna be so hard being away from her for nine-ten months at a time. She could always come tour with us but, she wouldn't do so well with the paps in the Americas. They're basically all assholes and I don't want her to get hurt.
"Goodnight Harry.." She whispered.
"Goodnight baby." I kissed the top of her head and we both drifted off into deep sleeps.