I got it real bad, want have everything she has
That smile and that midnight laugh she's giving you me now
Harry's never seen someone so precious in their sleep.
He thinks it's been a few minutes since he laid you down under the covers but he hasn't really been tracking time since there really isn't pressure, looking at his fiancée whose arm is unkowingly draped across his tummy thinking it was a pillow.
Harry finds too that there really isn't a reason to complain at the moment.
He's surely sentimental, but it reached a new level ever since there was a fight he didn't want to reckon anymore that made him realize your absolute worth to him and what would've happened otherwise, his eyes flicking over your figure as he slid in his hand on to top of yours, holding his breath when he felt you bury your face into his side.
He finds you contagious with everything that you do, you being the main reason his love for taking note of events intricately immensely increase.
And if it's in that note, then almost everyday is an event to Harry if he's with you.
It's the little things that you do that seem so much to him, a mental note checked on his list when he remembered he ordered maybe a shit ton of polaroid film that's maybe enough to fill up two months worth of time with you.
You've unkowingly taught him how to value things just a bit more in the sense he became more careful with how he even thinks, thinking of what you would've if you're on the same note as him.
In truth, Harry thinks that you've teached him a lesson he's grateful for, a little smile forming in his lips as he gently put his other hand through your hair, lowly humming.
He went all out in talking about you to his mum and to his sister and to everyone else he's a part of a family or a group of friends with.
He takes pride in being with you, his compliments never-ending even if you've already buried your face onto his shoulder in embarrassment as he'll go on and on until his mother feels sorry for you.
"I'll fix up your tie in your wedding, okay?"
He remembered what his mum said both jokingly and seriously right after he brought you home at the time you weren't living together yet, a blush rising to his cheeks as he remembers the smile on his mum's face when he came into the kitchen, watching her brew a kettle of tea with a suggesting smirk.
It wasn't over-all perfect nor ideal with the occassional yet destructive fights but that's what strikes Harry the most since it keeps him going to think that it'll only stay as a fight and not turn into something else he doesn't even want to mention.
He thanks God every chance he gets, his look of love almost brushing over you always as he lets out a little chuckle, all else being blocked from his mindset.
"Love you."
Harry mumbled, looking over to you as he caught you in the perfect moment of you having a little smile on your face, making him grin as he turned his bedside lamp off.
"Guess this is what they call a heart rush, huh?"
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