The One
Chapter 18
********Chelsea's P.O.V.*********
I woke up, and saw Harry under the covers sleeping. He looked so perfect there, his hair framed his face perfectly. In the middle of the night he said he was getting hot, so he took his shirt off. I push his hair away from his face, and placed a kiss on his forehead. His eyes opened, and he looked up and smiled at me.
"Hey." I said stoking his hair.
"Hey." He replied back. He sat up and reached for my hand to hold.
"How did you sleep last night my princess?" He asked still a little drowsy.
"Really well." I said taking my hair down and brushing it. "How about you?" I asked looking through the hair in my face.
"Great. Because I got to sleep next to my princess." He said pushing the hair out of my face. "Go get changed, I want to take you out." He said pushing the covers off of me so I could get out.
"Well, can you tell me where we're going?" I pleaded.
"Nope, its a surprise." He said with a smirk on his face.
"But I need to know what to wear!"
"Where your bathing suit and a over up. And don't assume anything."
"I won't" I said giving him a kiss then getting up to get my towel and heading to my bathroom.
My bathroom:
I shut the door and wondered which bikini I should wear. I stripped my clothes and got into the nice hot shower. I got out and wrapped my nice warm fluffy pink towel around myself. I opened the door, and walked out and looked around my room to check if the coast was clear. But of course, I saw Harry lying on my bed.
"Come on Harry, I need to get changed." I pleaded.
"Fine by me." He said while smirking. I gave him a 'get out' look, and he had given up, and he got up and went downstairs. I wore this bikini:
With this cover-up:
With this hairstyle:
(but that's not my face:)
I went downstairs to look for Harry, and he was just coming back inside and was still in his shorts without a shirt carrying his clothes that were probably in his car.
"Wow. Okay, no words." He said staring at me. I walked closer with every word.
"You could just have left it at wow." I said wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Where's the fun in that?" He asked rhetorically. My left arm dropped down to his chest where his tattoo was.
"Do you like it?" He asked me looking at me. I traced the outside of the design, my silence answering his question. I looked up at him taking my gaze off of his black ink and gave him a hug and let out a deep sigh. About 5 minutes later he let go, and broke the silence.
"I should go get changed." He said not breaking his gaze with my eyes.
"But I'm liking this style you have on." I said putting my hand on his six-pack. He chuckled kissed me and went upstairs and left me wandering into my living room.
My living room:
I sat on the couch out my head down, and my dog Thor came up and sat on the couch next to me.
Thor:
He always wanted to play, and he always thought he was bigger then he actually was. That's why we called him Thor. I played with him for about 15 minutes, then he settled down a bit so I put him on my lap, and we both fell asleep.
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