Constellations
✰ Chapter 10 ✰
Weeks have gone by, yet no sign of Dennis or his gang have appeared. I've relaxed quite a bit, but I know better than to forget about it all together, because Dennis could still be out there plotting revenge against Harry for what he did. Of course, Harry is still worried about him getting to me, so he's been keeping tabs on my every move. Which would be annoying, but from Harry, its actually quite adorable. I've started my internship, too- which has been amazing. Vincent isn't one of those big-boss guys who uses their interns as personal assistants; he's taught me a lot about being an editor, like what to look for in a manuscript, who to publish, and so much more. I can actually admit that life after the incident with Dennis Cayden has been better than it was before; but how long will it remain that way?
This morning I awake to the sound of a sneeze erupting from my right, then a low groan. But before I can freak out, I remember that it's Saturday and Harry had spent the night last night. I attempt at turning over to face him, but find that I'm locked in his iron grip. It's cute that we fell asleep spooning. He can be such a softie sometimes. I try to get free again, but Harry tightens his grip further with a low, sleepy chuckle. I grab my cell phone from my bedside and dial a phone number, then put the phone up to my ear at the same time Harry's phone rings from his pocket.
"Hello?" He says in his sleepy, groggy voice.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I ask from the other line.
"Oh, you know.. In bed with my girlfriend."
"Hm. I'm in bed with someone, too."
"Really. Who?"
"I'm not sure, but whoever it is has a really tight grip on me that is quite uncomfortable."
Harry loosens his grip slightly, but doesn't remove his arm.
He sighs. "Well, I'd love to chat, but I'm about to ask my girlfriend if she'd like to go on a date with me today. Think she'll say yes?"
"I'm positive she will. Goodbye, Harry. Talk to you later!"
"Goodbye."
I end the phone call, as does Harry. He turns me around suddenly so that I'm facing him. The small amount of light streaming in through the closed blinds hits Harry's face perfectly so that his eyes shimmer a bright jade green. For some reason I do not know, even at 8:00 in the morning Harry still manages to look absolutely stunning. He smiles a warm, comforting smile that causes me to grin back in return.
"Good morning, bird." Harry greets.
"Mmm, good morning to you too." I respond.
"How did you sleep?"
"Wonderfully. You?"
"Like a baby," he says, then pauses before adding, "Will you go on a date with me today?"
"Oh, I'm busy. Maybe another time."
All happiness drains from Harry's face and his smile is replaced by a small, sad frown and furrowed eyebrows.
"Kidding! I'd love to." I admit.
His cheeky smile reappears at the words and I can't help but giggle at it.
"So. Where will this date take place?" I ask.
"That, love, is a secret."
»»»
After having time to wake up a bit more and eat a small breakfast, I hit the shower before I getting ready for Harry and I's date. The lukewarm water is soothing on my skin; not too hot, not too cold. My tense muscles relax and I feel calm in my little piece of heaven. I feel nervous about leaving Harry in my house alone, but since he brought clothes with him here last night, I assume he's busy getting himself prepared at the moment. After taking my sweet time, I finish showering about 15 minutes later, then dry off and do my hair and makeup before getting dressed.
I am finally satisfied with my look after deciding to wear http://www.polyvore.com/1990s_miss_you/set?id=100858847 ; knowing its going to be a bit cold today. I let my long hair fall in natural waves, like always, and apply eyeliner and mascara with a little lipgloss for colour. I exit the bathroom to find Harry, (wearing this: http://harrystylesfan.org/photos/displayimage.php?album=lasthits&cat=0&pid=22796#top_display_media ) standing at my dresser holding up a pair of my red laced panties.
"Harry!" I scold, snatching them from his hands and returning them to their drawer.
"You should wear those for me sometime." he smirks, then winks.
He looks me up and down a few times and arms length, before stating, "Hey, we match!"
»»»
"Are we there yet?" I question for the tenth time since we've been in the car.
"Yes." Harry replies, parking his Range Rover on the side of a wide dirt path.
He gets out first then walks over to open my car door to help me out, like a true gentlemen.
"Where are we?" I ask, still slightly confused.
"Patience, darling."
»»»
Eventually Harry and I make it to a grassy hill overlooking a small pond filled with with ducks and swans are turtles and fish. Harry sets down the basket he's been carrying and spreads out a large blanket, gesturing for me to sit.
"When did you find time to prepare all this?" I ask Harry, taking a seat beside him.
"When you took forever getting ready." He says sarcastically.
Harry reaches into the basket and pulls out a variety of foods including sandwiches, fruit, chips, drinks, and desserts. I watch as he opens the container of grapes, picks one out, and throws it up into the air letting it fall into his mouth. Boy, do I love a man with talent.
"Open." Harry demands.
I scoot my bum further back on the blanket and open my mouth wide, waiting for Harry to toss a grape into it. But instead of one grape successfully going in, a dozen grapes hit my face before falling to the ground.
"Harry! I though you were going to throw one!" I accuse.
"Who said I play fair?"
»»»
The day has gone by quickly, the sun beginning to set. The sky has turned to a brilliant shade of orange-red, which is a bit different for Washington in mid-autumn. In fact, I've noticed quite a number of odd things in my life over the past month since I've met Harry. Not a bad kind of odd, just different. My life has always been slow; not much excitement, never any change. But with Harry, life has been a roller coaster (not to be cliché or anything). But hey- I love roller coasters. That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, like a hundred tiny bugs crawling around, tickling you to point where you laugh because its weird are you're strangely nervous. Then there's a pause, and you wonder just for a second whether the ride has broken or not; whether you're going to be alright or not. And just as quickly as the though comes, it disappears, replaced by a hollow, empty, churning feeling of excitement in the very centre of your tummy. You scream because your feeling joyful, and maybe a little scared, but you would dare tell a soul. And finally, the ride ends, but you can't wait to find a new one and feel that extraordinary sensation all over again. That's how it is when I'm with Harry; a marathon of theme park rides that leave me craving more.
Wrapped in Harry's strong embrace, my head on his chest, I'm in the pause between one ride and the next. My head moves up and down to the rhythm of his breathing. His fingers unconsciously stroke parts of my hair, an action I find soothing. My eyelids flutter as my mind tells me to give into sleep, but I fight the urge and keep myself awake. I don't know how much longer I can keep it up, though. My limbs feel weak and my head to heavy to support. My breathing is slow and deep, and I know I'm going to give in.
"Harry..." I slur.
"Hmm." He hums in response.
"I love you." I make out before slipping away into a dark, dreamless slumber.
This morning I awake to the sound of a sneeze erupting from my right, then a low groan. But before I can freak out, I remember that it's Saturday and Harry had spent the night last night. I attempt at turning over to face him, but find that I'm locked in his iron grip. It's cute that we fell asleep spooning. He can be such a softie sometimes. I try to get free again, but Harry tightens his grip further with a low, sleepy chuckle. I grab my cell phone from my bedside and dial a phone number, then put the phone up to my ear at the same time Harry's phone rings from his pocket.
"Hello?" He says in his sleepy, groggy voice.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I ask from the other line.
"Oh, you know.. In bed with my girlfriend."
"Hm. I'm in bed with someone, too."
"Really. Who?"
"I'm not sure, but whoever it is has a really tight grip on me that is quite uncomfortable."
Harry loosens his grip slightly, but doesn't remove his arm.
He sighs. "Well, I'd love to chat, but I'm about to ask my girlfriend if she'd like to go on a date with me today. Think she'll say yes?"
"I'm positive she will. Goodbye, Harry. Talk to you later!"
"Goodbye."
I end the phone call, as does Harry. He turns me around suddenly so that I'm facing him. The small amount of light streaming in through the closed blinds hits Harry's face perfectly so that his eyes shimmer a bright jade green. For some reason I do not know, even at 8:00 in the morning Harry still manages to look absolutely stunning. He smiles a warm, comforting smile that causes me to grin back in return.
"Good morning, bird." Harry greets.
"Mmm, good morning to you too." I respond.
"How did you sleep?"
"Wonderfully. You?"
"Like a baby," he says, then pauses before adding, "Will you go on a date with me today?"
"Oh, I'm busy. Maybe another time."
All happiness drains from Harry's face and his smile is replaced by a small, sad frown and furrowed eyebrows.
"Kidding! I'd love to." I admit.
His cheeky smile reappears at the words and I can't help but giggle at it.
"So. Where will this date take place?" I ask.
"That, love, is a secret."
»»»
After having time to wake up a bit more and eat a small breakfast, I hit the shower before I getting ready for Harry and I's date. The lukewarm water is soothing on my skin; not too hot, not too cold. My tense muscles relax and I feel calm in my little piece of heaven. I feel nervous about leaving Harry in my house alone, but since he brought clothes with him here last night, I assume he's busy getting himself prepared at the moment. After taking my sweet time, I finish showering about 15 minutes later, then dry off and do my hair and makeup before getting dressed.
I am finally satisfied with my look after deciding to wear http://www.polyvore.com/1990s_miss_you/set?id=100858847 ; knowing its going to be a bit cold today. I let my long hair fall in natural waves, like always, and apply eyeliner and mascara with a little lipgloss for colour. I exit the bathroom to find Harry, (wearing this: http://harrystylesfan.org/photos/displayimage.php?album=lasthits&cat=0&pid=22796#top_display_media ) standing at my dresser holding up a pair of my red laced panties.
"Harry!" I scold, snatching them from his hands and returning them to their drawer.
"You should wear those for me sometime." he smirks, then winks.
He looks me up and down a few times and arms length, before stating, "Hey, we match!"
»»»
"Are we there yet?" I question for the tenth time since we've been in the car.
"Yes." Harry replies, parking his Range Rover on the side of a wide dirt path.
He gets out first then walks over to open my car door to help me out, like a true gentlemen.
"Where are we?" I ask, still slightly confused.
"Patience, darling."
»»»
Eventually Harry and I make it to a grassy hill overlooking a small pond filled with with ducks and swans are turtles and fish. Harry sets down the basket he's been carrying and spreads out a large blanket, gesturing for me to sit.
"When did you find time to prepare all this?" I ask Harry, taking a seat beside him.
"When you took forever getting ready." He says sarcastically.
Harry reaches into the basket and pulls out a variety of foods including sandwiches, fruit, chips, drinks, and desserts. I watch as he opens the container of grapes, picks one out, and throws it up into the air letting it fall into his mouth. Boy, do I love a man with talent.
"Open." Harry demands.
I scoot my bum further back on the blanket and open my mouth wide, waiting for Harry to toss a grape into it. But instead of one grape successfully going in, a dozen grapes hit my face before falling to the ground.
"Harry! I though you were going to throw one!" I accuse.
"Who said I play fair?"
»»»
The day has gone by quickly, the sun beginning to set. The sky has turned to a brilliant shade of orange-red, which is a bit different for Washington in mid-autumn. In fact, I've noticed quite a number of odd things in my life over the past month since I've met Harry. Not a bad kind of odd, just different. My life has always been slow; not much excitement, never any change. But with Harry, life has been a roller coaster (not to be cliché or anything). But hey- I love roller coasters. That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, like a hundred tiny bugs crawling around, tickling you to point where you laugh because its weird are you're strangely nervous. Then there's a pause, and you wonder just for a second whether the ride has broken or not; whether you're going to be alright or not. And just as quickly as the though comes, it disappears, replaced by a hollow, empty, churning feeling of excitement in the very centre of your tummy. You scream because your feeling joyful, and maybe a little scared, but you would dare tell a soul. And finally, the ride ends, but you can't wait to find a new one and feel that extraordinary sensation all over again. That's how it is when I'm with Harry; a marathon of theme park rides that leave me craving more.
Wrapped in Harry's strong embrace, my head on his chest, I'm in the pause between one ride and the next. My head moves up and down to the rhythm of his breathing. His fingers unconsciously stroke parts of my hair, an action I find soothing. My eyelids flutter as my mind tells me to give into sleep, but I fight the urge and keep myself awake. I don't know how much longer I can keep it up, though. My limbs feel weak and my head to heavy to support. My breathing is slow and deep, and I know I'm going to give in.
"Harry..." I slur.
"Hmm." He hums in response.
"I love you." I make out before slipping away into a dark, dreamless slumber.
Notes
IM SORRY ITS SHORT BUT ILY SO ITS OKAY.Please rate, comment, and subcribe!
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-Daisy
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12/10/13