SWEETHEART • H.S

•Thirty•

Harry's Pov

I woke up to see my beautiful girl still sleeping next to me.

We never bothered to put any clothes on after our shower last night so I'm really loving my view of her as the morning sunlight hugs her features.

Her wild hair spread around the pillow her head rested on, her lips were slightly open as the softest snores left her lips, her nipples were hardened from the cool air that came from the slightly open window, her skin was beautifully brown and I loved it.

She was the sun in my dark soul and I love her so much for it.

I need to start my notes and keep them in a small jar so once I get all 100 I can really show her how much she means to me.

The way those fûckers broke her in those three days really pissed me off.

She was strong, so fûcking strong, that even I thought I couldn't handle her.

She was so annoyingly persistent, she wouldn't leave me and the boys to work her father's case, she was bold and knew what she wanted.

I admired her so much.

Now she's terrified, she's starting to have attacks just thinking about a place, A FÛCKING PLACE!

Not even a person... a non living thing.

I can't really blame her though, I don't even want to know what else they did to her besides undress her and drown her.

I still admire her so much but she's been shattered and now I don't know how I can pick up the pieces to fix her back to the way she was.

Will she stop pushing to look into her father's case now?

She would always have something up her sleeve which pushed us in a whole new direction that would help us in the case.

She could've became one of my detectives from how great she was at gathering information, some of that she probably had to steal from somewhere but either way, it helped.

God, I'm so pissed at those fûckers, I could kill them for making my girl think she's weak.

I don't want her to change anything about her, especially not her thought process, but experiences definitely make the person.

One bad experience can really fûck someone up.

I looked back down at her and immediately felt myself calm down.

She's my rock, she's the only one who can keep me sane in a world of endless chaos and conflict.

I leaned over to kiss her lips softly and I smiled as her eyes began to slowly open.

"Good morning sweetheart"

She smiled and began to stretch as a small 'morning' squeaked from her lips as her body bent backwards for her back to crack.

She then sat up with me to stare me in the eyes.

"Please be careful today"

"Of course baby, I'll always come back to you"

I pulled her in for a kiss and her lips always felt like heaven, as soft as a cloud and making me feel light headed.

She moved herself so she could straddle me and I groaned shading her lips as she started to slick me with herself.

"I want to make love to you before you go"

She was acting like this would be the last time that we would see each other but like I said before, I can't blame her; anything could happen today and I'm sure that scares the shît out of her.