Skinny Love

Emily is always unnoticed by Harry, she's invited over to his flat but he just uses her physically. She decidedes to take him day by day and except the fact that she is just a novelty to him. Emily is thrown around by Harry's other mistress that controls him and Harry can't find his own way out of his own hole.
Harry then realizes Emily has loved him all along and knows that she's been there since the beginning.

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4. Perfect

I woke up to Harry tracing things on my bare back with his hand, his index finger dragging across my spine lightly as I awoke. One side of his face squished into the pillow as his right eye slightly shut and a half smile appearing on his lips. I remembered last night, we had our first time making love not just having sex. The reason why I know it was both of us making love was it felt different. It felt like there were no worries, no lines to be crossed because we already crossed them. Literally this was the best moment of my life, finally seeing the person I love. . . love me back. I scooted closer to Harry embracing his body into my arms, he held my back and nestled his face into my neck. "Good morning" I whispered into his ear while playing with his curls. "Good morning" he mumbled. It sounded like a bunch of jib rush. 
He kissed my neck and down to my shoulder and arm leaving little kisses and marks. Some were from last night, but I have to cover those up. Dismissing the fact that they hurt. 
Harry lifted his face up to my attention. God, those eyes, they're so beautiful very green like an emerald and bright like stars. They say you're in love if there's stars in your eyes but why should we do the stereotypical? 
"What should we do?" He asks with his accent thick and a beautiful way of saying every phrase on note of his English heritage.  
What I still don't understand is that he can speak Hebrew. Who would have ever though this man, Harry Styles would speak Hebrew. I don't know about you, but he's something special. 
I was trailing off, we was still waiting for my forward answer on what to do today. Well frankly, all I wanted to do was stay in bed with him tangled in the sheets kissing and hugging as the sun beamed in on us. 
Harry kissed my head, his hand held my head that was still throbbing. I hate this. My headache needs to go away because falling asleep with Harry last night was hard. But I laughed because he went first, little secret I will keep is that Harry snores... loud. 
But that to me is very attractive, he is always saying I'm perfect. What? I have brown curly hair that is tangled in knots all the time and I'm very short. I wear make up but then even sometimes I don't think it works. I don't fit into size 0 jeans, I have curves. I guess that's attractive to Harry. I have flaws, why does he call me perfect when I'm the one accidentally slipping a burp.
Oh my God, again, I'm getting off track. Emily. Give Harry the Goddamn answer already. "Lets just stay here." I finally let the words slip my mouth before he kissed me.  "Whatever you want love." I smiled at his answer. The times he calls me "Babe" or "Love" are perfect. It's like he owns me, and I like being safely owned. "Here" Harry handed me his white t-shirt he loves so much. "Put it on" he smiled. I shrugged and slipped it over my body, apparently it turned Harry on when I wear Victoria's Secret undergarments and his t-shirt. But what do I know? 
I may sound like a confused teenager but I feel pretty amazing g right now. I finally have the guy I've been waiting for, we've made love, yes I know that's kind of a physical need but it can fall into the category of emotional. Well, to me anyways. 
It feels nice spending time with him, I don't feel like I have to doubt him anymore. Harry smirked, his finger curled the chain of my necklace again. "Wow, I can't believe you kept it." I rolled my eyes in thoughtfulness. "You kept yours" I propped myself up on my arm. 
"When we put them together" he put our necklaces together, the turquoise blue flowers linked with a soft clink. "And now were one" his kiss lingered on my lips for quite a while. It was like an electric shock circuiting through my lips. Every kiss feels like this, every morning will be like this. I hope he is thinking the same thing. I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't mind it. 
"Pretty brown eyes" Harry but his lip in wonder. "Please, yours are bright green. Be thankful your's aren't shit brown." I playfully nudged him. "Yeah, right babe" he laughed. His voice raspy even when laughing. Boy, was I in for this or what? Guess that's what you get for being a 90's kid when all you can say is "Radical dude" when you're bored...and alone. Because saying that around people would be a little. . . Embarrassing. 
But anyways, I'm getting off track, all I wanted to do is sleep. My head was killing me and so was my starving stomach, that kind of starvation where you are so hungry you can't get enough energy to eat. That's me right now. I groaned trying to block out my stomach screaming at me. If it could talk I'd be insulted every hour. I'm American, I'm a Hoosier. We like our food, us people from Indiana lie our food. Ugh, Emily enough about the food, okay... Think about Harry and maybe you'll go to sleep. No. I want to stay up and look at him. Dammit, okay. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, cow, moose, stove, appliance, Harry. Oh my god. 
Will I ever go to sleep? How hard is it to simply go to sleep? 
Harry has gotten the message that I need some rest so he decided to catch up in his sleep too. He was already out like a lightbulb and I'm still here counting appliances. 
I would like to sleep. 
But this whole thing, there's nobody more perfect than the boy with the green eyes and the tattoos. 

 

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