Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

42. She Looks So Perfect

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When I wake, Harry is no longer spooning me from behind, but instead we've shifted so that his head is lying on my chest, arm draped heavily over me. I try not to make any sudden movements to wake him from his peaceful slumber, and instead take the time to admire him while he sleeps. From his lustful pink lips, to his beautiful complexion, his chocolate brown hair - still tousled from the night before.

He truly is an artist's dream.

Sadness slowly creeps in when it suddenly dawns on me that I'll have no choice but to give him up in just a matter of days. I find great comfort in knowing that he wants to continue our relationship despite the vast distance we'll inevitably endure whilst he's on tour with the band. It isn't the most ideal way to start out a new relationship, but I'd never dream of asking Harry to give up any of it.

Why can't things just stay as they are?

It almost feels like a giant mockery from the universe in a sense. That I find someone who makes me so undeniably happy, and yet he isn't completely mine. Instead, he is a world famous pop star, claimed by the millions of fans who all think they have some kind of ownership over the guy that I have my sights set on.

Ugh.

Without even realising, I find myself playing with his hair, and seemed to have startled him as he stirs, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

"Mmmm," he mumbles. "How long have you been awake for?" he asks, his voice cracked from sleep.

"Not long," I reply. Without warning, a smile crosses his features, as though remembering something quite amusing.

"I had a very lovely dream," he ponders.

"Did you just?" I reply, playing along, "And what happened in this dream of yours?" I enquire.

"Can't tell you," he teases, "Too rude... But you were there," he divulges.

I love this back and forth banter that we have, and I don't know how I'm going to be able to say goodbye to him when he leaves in just a couple of days. This whole experience feels too good to be true, and if it weren't so realistic, I'd suspect I were in the most wonderful dream.

"What are you thinking about muffin?" he asks, watching me intently.

"I'm just... really happy," I admit. "Meeting you has made me so outrageously happy that I almost feel as though I'm in a dream. A very good dream."

"Well there's one way to test that theory of yours," he tells me, wanting me to take his bait.

"And what would that be?" I reply giving into him, but rolling my eyes at the same time.

"To pinch you!" he answers, grabbing my sides while tickling me.

"No!" I shriek. "Harry no!" I laugh, and he stops, though looking mightily pleased with himself.

"Only if you ask with manners," he instructs, his hands threatening me with another round of tickling.

I clear my throat dramatically, "Harry," I start, taking a deep breath. "Pretty please don't pinch me," I reply in my sweetest voice.

Because this is one dream I wouldn't want to wake up from...

"Better," he decides.

"So what do you want to do today?" I ask, wanting to make the most of our time together.