like dandelions in the wind (l.s.)

Day twenty

It takes me a second to get a sense of time and space when I feel Harry’s lips brush over mine softly the next morning.
“Hey”, he whispers and brushes through my hair, feeling sticky from the salty water, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

I smile a little and let my hands travel to his hair with my eyes still closed. “Good morning.”

I pull him down a little and wrap strands of hair around my finger before trying to open my eyes a little. “I really didn’t want to wake you up when you looked so beautiful in your sleep, but it’s nearly ten and it’s our last proper day so I-“

I interrupt him by pressing a kiss to his lips and nod. “Yeah. Good that you woke me. Thanks, babe.”

“You’ve gotten so soft”, Harry says with a small chuckle, “Never could I have imagined you thanking me for waking you up.”

I roll my eyes a little but blush at his words because he’s so right. He makes me go all soft and happy and careful.
“I just really don’t feel like being any different when I’m around you. Maybe it’s those stupid curls. Or your eyes. Your lips maybe. Or the way you talk.”

Harry laughs and leans down to hug me tightly, burying his face in my neck, his breath tickling my skin a little.
“Let’s get going then, yeah?”

“Mhmh”, he makes, not moving an inch, “In a second.”

I laugh. “See, it’s you changing now. Getting all relaxed, I’m gonna be the morning person after all.”

He quickly shakes his head and then sits up to tie his hair into a bun.

“I wish you’d braid it”, I say, accidentally saying a thought out loud I didn’t even know existed.

“My hair?”, Harry asks, looking at me a little surprised.

“Yes, obviously. What else?”

“I can't braid”, he says and shrugs, “Never learned it.”

“Have a second hair tie?”, I ask and sit up, “Because I grew up having to tie several sister’s hair.”

He smiles a little and hands me a second hair tie. I move behind him, brushing his hair until it’s all fluffy and his curls aren’t as visible as they were before.

“I’d recommend not taking the braids out afterwards”, I say, “I kind of destroyed your curls.”

He laughs and then I start braiding, his left side first, right one afterwards. I can’t do it as quickly as I could a few years back, but in the end, it ends up looking just fine.
“Turn around”, I say and smile broadly when I see him.

I cup his jaw with my hand to press a kiss to his forehead. “So pretty.”

He blushes a little and touches his braids with his hands. “I’ll leave them in then?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t. Yes, please.”

He smiles softly and leans forward to peck my lips.
We brush our teeth outside the van and change into some comfortable clothes before we get going. Harry wants to drive once again and I don’t start discussing with him but let him climb into the drivers seat anyways, smiling happily because he starts wiggling around in his seat excitedly, his braids looking so pretty on him.

“Quit staring”, he says without looking at me and starts the engine.

We drive for about two hours before we’re less than an hour away from home. “Won’t drive any further”, Harry says after having parked the car in the middle of some small city, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “If we get any closer to this roadtrip ending not only temporally but also geographically I’ll cry.”