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Safe ♡

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My eyes open sleepily and my lips curl into a small smile at the feeling of Harry's arms wrapped around my naked stomach. I like the warm, fuzzy feeling of him holding me. It makes me feel safe. Not from the world really, more from my own insecurities.

My lips settle back into a frown when I realize I need to use the bathroom. I don't want to wake Harry though. He seems so peaceful. I slowly and gently wrap my fingers around the anchor inked on his wrist, lifting it from my stomach to quickly slide out from underneath his grip. He doesn't seem to notice as he just keeps letting soft snores escape from his lips and play throughout his bedroom.

I stand and stare for a few seconds at the sleeping boy, admiring how pretty he is before tip toeing to the bathroom.

When I am finished I stand in front of Harry's mirror. It's stained with water and what looks like toothpaste which makes me giggle and there is random pieces of his clothing scattered over the sink and tile floor. I pick one of the shirts from the pile sitting on the sink. It has a ink stain on the hem and I imagine Harry sitting on a blanket at our spot, his pen moving fast and his bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth and I smile, holding it as I stare at my own reflection.

As I look at myself in the mirror I almost can't recognize myself. I mean I look the same, but there is a different look in my eyes. A soft beam of light that radiates from my rosy cheeks. Little pink and purple bruises left from Harry's lips have made my neck and chest there home. I have wondered often if I would ever look at myself and like at least one thing about myself, and right now I have more than one of those things.

My eyes meet the tee shirt in my hands and I suddenly forget one of my biggest fears as I slide the white tee shirt over top of my head and down the sides of my curves. I don't look in the mirror. I just close my eyes, running my hands over his tee shirt that hugs my body. It reminds me of the way Harry holds me.

Safe.

"Flora James, You are a piece of art. From the way your dark curls are just asking to be wild to the soft curl of your lips." Harry comes from behind me. His sleepy rasp tickling my neck as he moves his hands through my mess of curls and his fingers tease my lips. I smile and his eyes meet mine as we stare back at our reflection.

We don't say anything. We just admire one another in comfortable silence.

His warm breath washes over my hair and his long chocolate curls tickle my neck as his tall frame leans on me. His green eyes twinkle specs of gold when they blink back at me and his chest is hot against my back and covered with pieces of art made for the sole purpose of wanting something beautiful to display themselves on, which is exactly what they got.

Something beautiful.

"Do you have any plans today love?" Harry whispers in my hair breaking the silence and I shake my head no as I turn my body around to face him. "I have an idea. Pick a book off my shelves." He smirks, holding me tight against his body. We're so close I can feel his leg hairs against my soft skin and his bulge that flirts between our bodies.

"You want to read?" I smile, meeting his eyes with mine. "No Flora James. I want to write, but you see it will be easier if my muse is in front of me." He smirks at me as my eyes widen at what he's called me.

His muse.

Harry continues. "And I think you would be much less bored if you had a book to read." I can feel my cheeks turning shades of dark pink as he finishes and my stomach swirling with butterflies. "Okay." I reply, trying to hide my excitement. I wonder if Harry will look like how I imagine him when he writes, or if he will look even prettier.

"And Flora James." Harry calls from behind me as I walk out the door of the bathroom to grab a book and get dressed. I turn around to face him. "Yeah?" He smirks, running his ring covered hand through his long curls. "Wear my shirt for the rest of the day will you?" He asks and I can't help but feel giddy watching his eyes darken at my body. I nod and walk to his massive collection of books.

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