I wake up to the sound of the bedroom door closing, and soft footsteps coming towards the bed.
"Harry?" I mumble.
"Oh, I'm sorry love. I didn't mean to wake you."
He removes all the hair spread across my face and kisses my cheek. I giggle and he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He buries his face in my neck, his lips barely grazing my neck.
"So, how was the show?" I ask him.
"Pretty good, I just wish you could've been there," he says into my neck.
"I'm sorry hun." I say as I turn towards him.
"Its okay babe, I still love you," he says with a smile.
He leans in and kisses me, soft but meaningful. I kiss him back, and his arm tightens around me. I pull back and he doesn't let me go. I stare into those green eyes of his, and his mouth breaks into a smile.
"You're so weird around me! Why?"
He chuckles and says, "Its just, everything about you makes me go crazy."
A light laugh slips out of me, and all of a sudden, Harry's on top of me, coming down to kiss me. This time around, his kisses are deeper and, dare I say, better. We kiss for awhile, and during the entire time, he kept fiddling with the hem of my shirt. He finally pulls back and apologizes for his behavior. I easily forgive him, grab his shoulders, and bring him back down upon me. He kisses me once, and then slowly starts moving down my neck, knowing it drives me crazy. As he kisses my neck, I grab for his hair, tangling my fingers in his brown curls. He takes this as a signal, and moves his hands under my back. Pulling me as close to him as possible, I release my hands from his hair, causing him to stop.
"Why'd you let go of my hair?"
"Why'd you stop kissing me?"
"Oh whatever," he says as he pulls me onto his lap, kissing me. My hands link around his neck, and we kiss for awhile again. Being able to take it no longer, I let go of him, and push him on his back. I kiss him, and his hands go down my back and around my waist. Once I realize that its going nowhere, I roll onto my back with my head on his chest. His arm goes around me protectively, and I place my hand on his chest. I start to doze off, when I realize that Harry's talking to me.
"Can I ask you a question?" he says.
"Sure, what is it?" I reply.
"Well, this might be a little straight forward, but, Bella, will you marry me?"
