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A.M. Whispers

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Summary: Harry has a lot of things to say to you when you're fast asleep...

Warnings: None

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"I am so deeply in love with you."

The room around the chocolate, curly-haired boy was an inky and mysterious sort of dark as he peered down at you through hooded lids, weighed down by sleep and exhaustion after such a long day. His stubbly chin and rosemary lips curled into a gentle smile as he rubbed his face with his free hand before resting it back down on his bare torso, right over that intricate butterfly tattoo. It must have been somewhere around the single digits of the morning, the sun yet to have risen from its slumber and the crickets continuing their lullaby, yet there he lay, propped on one elbow as he watched you sleep and admired the small puffs of snores that came from your parted rose-colored lips.

"I don't know how anyone could possibly not fall in love with you," he continued, his voice a deep and husky whisper as his gaze admired every small detail. Every mole, freckle, birthmark, mussed up string of hair, even the small bits of fat under your neck and stomach that peeked out from underneath your nightshirt as you nuzzled deeper into the silk pillow. "I know I don't say it often enough, simply because I'm not here as much as I should be, but god, I am so in love with you."

Everything about you was beautiful to him. No matter what time it was. In the morning, when you just woke up with your makeup smudged because you were too lazy to wipe it off the night before and there was still a small line of dried up drool coming from your mouth all the way to the underneath of your chin as you smiled at him, absolutely clueless. In the afternoon when you'd either be typing away at your computer or cuddled up with a blanket on the couch while you flip the channels on the TV. And especially at night, during moments like these when he'd stumble into the bedroom and immediately have his breath taken away by how simply angelic you look underneath the moonlight that broke through the small window in the corner of the room, Netflix still playing on the Tv that was propped against the corner of the wall. You were an angel. And more importantly, you were his Earth.

With a gentle hand, he raised his arm and drew you in, making sure that your pillow came along so that your head had something soft to rest against as he places his hand in the curve of your hip and buries his nose in your hair. Inhaling deeply, the smile rises farther on his face as your familiar scent overtakes him, something that could calm him down in any scenario in the future.

He wanted you to be his future.

"You're simply beautiful," he breathes, now barely audible since you were so close to him, for he highly doubted that he could ever say anything like this to you if he knew you could actually hear him. He just simply needed to get all of this off of his chest. "I want to always be able to call you mine. I want to see you walk down that aisle and be the man standing at the end of it with tears in his eyes as he admires how well white looks on you. I want to be able to wake up in the morning and always see you by my side, wherever we are."

He tightened his grip, finally relaxing his aching neck so that it rested against the pillow, his emerald eyes imagining how beautiful your own colored orbs would look underneath the rays of the moon as he gazed at every curve and feature of your face.

"And last but not least," His dimples seemed to be permanently indented into his face at this point, a large rush of heat prickling the skin of his cheeks. "I want to be the man who will always make you happy. Always."

And, as his eyes finally drifted closed and his breathing began to even out, that was when you finally decided to open your watery eyes. Little did he know that you were already the happiest girl alive, and It was all because of him. Every single beautiful piece of him.