'Baby, I hope you know how much I love you, how much you mean to me.' Harry whispers in your ear, you lean up and kiss him gently before snuggling back up against him.
You can feel his warm breath tickling your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you safe.
'Draw me' you whisper;
He smiles slightly and leans in to kiss your forehead, gently rubbing his thumb against your cheek; 'ok' he says settling down with his sketch book.
He gazes at you, his eyes glistening, and licks his lips, slowly. You feel yourself blush.
'I- I can't. I can't draw you darling.'
'Why?' you exclaim, trying to hide you disappointment.
'Because no matter how long I spend trying to draw you, no matter how much care I take, I will never be able to show you how perfect you truly are.
Do you remember the concert? Where we met?' he whispers.
'Of course, how could I forget?' a huge smile spreads across your face.
'Remember how I saw you in the crowd, how I stared at you and you turned around?' he laughs and plays with a strand of your hair.
'I thought you were a dream, an angel, you were so different from most girls, you wore old band shirts, you were smiling, your eyes were glistening, It was all I had not to take your hand and pull you on the stage.'
You lock eyes with him; every time is the same, your heart beats fast, your cheeks flush; you bury your head in his chest. You feel his heart beat fast'
His strong hands wrap around your waist; pulling you close to him; you feel yourself drift off to sleep as he whispers the same four words to you;
'I love you so much.'