"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." ― Robert A. Heinlein


"Isn't this wonderful?"

His raspy voice was like music to my ears. I turned to look at him, the profile of his face bathed in sunlight. He looked like a mystical creature with his flawless bone structure and glittering green eyes. And he belonged to me. His heart was mine, it was in my hands. And I was his. I had given myself to him, every part of my body was his to love. All of me for all of him. My hand was pressed aganist his exposed chest, the cold metal of his necklace a welcome relief from the hot beams of sun streaming down upon us. I was enthralled by my boyfriend, still trying to fathom his beauty. He was more beautiful than me and I was a girl!

"What are you staring at, lovebug?" His gaze darted to mine very briefly, relaxing his head back onto his forearm.

"You." I stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I know that. But why?"

"Because I can't believe you're mine. You're...beautiful." I said, moving my hand up to grasp his jaw. Harry looked at me with love in his eyes and happiness on his lips. His fingers touched my cheek and he smiled, his teeth threatening to shine through.

"You're far more beautiful, Zaira."

"You know I prefer Zee." I pouted.

"Well, I like calling you by the name that you were given." He smirked.

"God, you're so stubborn!" I laughed, grabbing his shoulders and lifting myself on top of him. He was trapped beneath me, his hands on my waist now. The meadow we were in was in the middle of nowhere, a long drive away from the city. We were surrounded by the flora and fauna of nature with no other humans for miles. It was paradise. I had Harry to myself and not have to worry about any interruptions or prying eyes of paparazzi.

"And yet, you love me." Harry chuckled, playing with my hair that had fallen over my shoulder. I flirted with my eyelashes and bumped my nose aganist his, his warm minty breath fresh on my lips.

"Yes, I do. Sometimes, I question why." I joked. Harry growled and locked his arms around my body, swapping our positions so that I was pinned to the grass by his strong thighs.

"Really? Let's see if I can change your mind, Zaira." He smirked and before I got the chance to respond, his lips were meshed with mine. The kiss wasn't rough nor was it gentle. It was somewhere in between the two but that made it perfect. I sighed with pleasure, twisting my fingers in his hair. It only took me a fraction of a second to surrender to Harry's advances. He had me under his spell from the moment we met. Our love life had flowed easily, as simply as a river. We did have our fair share of rocks in our river, from rumours about Harry cheating to checking my past to run-ins with exes but everything else was quite simple. We met, we started dating, we fell in love. Just like so many others our age.

Harry pulled out of the kiss and stared down at me loving, his head shielding me from the sunlight.

"Did I change your mind?" He asked, clearly knowing the answer already.

"Just come here." I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck, allowing my lips to meet his once again. Of course I loved him. Anyone who is lucky enough to be a receiver of his love would always love him back. He was loyal, sweet, goofy, handsome. All the qualities that I found essential in a partner. Harry was even better. He went above and beyond to spoil me, even when I keep on telling him that he doesn't need to. His response is that he wants to. He would surprise me with a bunch of roses and a candlelit dinner after I had a long day at work. He would take me out on dinner dates in lavish restaurants at least once every fortnight. He would treat me like a goddess in the bedroom, making sure that each inch of my skin was worshipped. And most importantly, he told me he loved me every single day. Harry never failed to amaze me and that was his most outstanding quality.

"I love you." I whispered as I broke the kiss.

"That's the answer I was hoping for." He said, running his fingertips over the pulse on my neck. Just one touch from him sent my heart racing. That was the affect Harry had on me. He left another kiss on my lips, much softer this time, before sitting up, resting his elbow on his bent knee. I sat up too, snuggling up to him. I felt like we in a fairy-tale, just the two of us alone in the brightest meadow filled with periwinkle-coloured flowers. I noticed Harry looked nervous and I longed to know why. I rested my hand on his jean-clad thigh and titled my head to the side.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, lovebug. I just..." Harry said, looking ahead to where the forest began, an opening in the trees, calling to us but we didn't move. I was focused on Harry.

"Just...?"

"I want to give you something." He finally turned his attention to me. I raised my eyebrows in surprise before a small smile spread across my lips. He took a deep breath and took hold of the silver ring on the middle finger of his left hand. He wiggled it off and asked me to hold out my hand. I realised what his gift was and my mouth opened in shock.

"No, Harry, I can't take your ring."

"You're not taking it, Zaira. I'm giving it to you." Harry corrected me.

"But why?"

"Look at the engraving." He said, taking my hand and placing his ring into my palm. I gingerly picked it up and turned it over in my fingers, looking at the inside of the ring. And there, I saw a small H + Z surrounded by a love heart. I stared at Harry with huge eyes, my tear ducts starting to work. Harry smiled the cheesy grin I loved and I had to choke back tears.

"When...when did you do this?" I managed to ask.

"The moment I realised that I love you more than I love myself."

His answer was what made the tears fall. I threw myself at Harry, knocking him down onto the grass. He laughed out loud but I silenced him with a kiss, my tears wetting our lips but neither of us cared. I kept his ring tight in my hand while I carded my other hand through his curls as his hands came up to tangle in my locks, pulling me closer. My entire body was overcome with love and lust. I loved him so much and I wanted him so badly. The touching increased and the kissing accrued. Moans and squeals and laughs filled the silence, probably frightening the animals in the bushes and the birds in the trees.

"I love you so much, Harry. I really do." I smiled through my tears, resting my forehead aganist his.

"I love you just as much, my darling Zee." He finally made use of my nickname and the sparkle in his eyes set me over the edge when I giggled, his thumbs brushing the tears off my cheeks. As much as I would love to make love to him in this meadow, we were out in the open. I wanted him in the bedroom, in complete privacy, where we could do things to each other that no-one apart from us thrived on.

"Take me home, Harry. Please." I begged.

"And what would you like to do when we get home, lovebug?" He asked seductively, his pupils dilating with desire.

"I think my answer is obvious, Mr. Styles. So take me home. Right now." I grunted, pressing my lips to his jaw, his flesh soft and supple beneath my tongue. Harry didn't need to be told a third time.

We ran to the car like giggly teenagers, giving each other kisses every now and then. I swear, we had never gone back home so quickly. Clearly, Harry was just as eager as me. There was constant teasing in the car, me placing my hand over his hardening length and him kissing my neck when we were at a stoplight. By the time we got home, both of us were completely aroused and ready to be pleasured. I practically dragged Harry into the bedroom, pushing him down on the bed.

"Ready, my lovebug?" Harry laughed as he unbuttoned his jeans.

"I'm always ready." I smiled, hopping on top of him, finishing what he had started. What followed was indescribable, so passionate and slow and wonderful. And the whole time, I held his ring in my hand.

Notes

Hope you enjoyed this, Zaira! Was it romantic enough for you?

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