I really can't explain why this is late other than the fact that life is so busy at the moment & I had terrible writers block. But my readers are the best and so y'all deserve an update :) 💘

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Poppys POV

"I can't believe you did that!" I laugh dramatically at yet another one of Harry's teenage stories. He truly was a wild boy, he's matured so much.

Harry smiles at me lovingly, both of our heads supported by a pillow as we stare at each other's bare faces, the sunlight hitting us peacefully. Pillow talk has become a morning routine.

As the days went on, my time with Harry only got increasingly special. We never took a minute for granted. Harry and I have been spending our time together wisely, traveling, going on adventures, and so much more. I fear that once my parents come home, our relationship will be hard to maintain.

I pray that it's me and him in the end.

I frown at the tragic idea that Harry and I won't last. I don't know what I'd do with myself if he wasn't around. He's my everything, cliche or not. I always made fun of people who were head over heels in love, I could never understand it.

But you never understand something until you experience it.

And now that I know how love truly feels, I hope it's not ripped away from me.

"Poppy?" Harry suddenly asks lowly, making me quickly snap out of my trance and give him a forced smile. He brings his light pink lips up sadly, knowing I'm just as worried as he is.

He caresses my cheek, tracing his thumb over my cheekbone. "We can make it, we'll need to be super careful, more careful than before, but we can do it."

I feel a burn in my chest at his words. I sink further into the bed, letting the constant negative thoughts rake my mind. He notices my discomfort, and rubs my shoulder softly.

"Baby, look at how much we've gone through, your parents being home won't-"

I stop him, a sudden burst of anger making my skin heat up. "Won't what, Harry? You know damn well our relationship will crash and burn once my parents come home and we're snapped back into reality."

My own words take me by surprise. I gasp as Harry's face drops, his hand stopping in its place. My heart aches at this, I never meant to snap at him like that.

"No I just, I'm sorry, I'm just so scared of losing you," I sigh out, reaching over to hug his bare torso.

"We gotta be positive, baby. And besides, if we go wrong, I'll be right back by your side when the time is right."

His words hit me hard, tears pooling in my eyes for some reason I can't explain. I shouldn't be so emotional, we can make it.

"I love you," I breathe.

He kisses my forehead, "I love you more."

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"Oh my god!" I screech out, staring up at him with my jaw dropped as freshly mixed cake mix is thrown onto my cheek.

Harry covers his mouth, laughter immediately filling the room. I stare at his giddy nature with a fake angry expression, before bursting out into fits of laughter myself. As he bends over to slap his knee at my face covered in mix, I swiftly grab a handful of batter and fling it onto his hair and shirt. He gasps loudly, immediately looking up at me with a horrified expression.

I squeal in fear as he grabs the bowl, running after me with a mischievous look as I scream, nearly tripping over my own bare feet as I run around the house, laughter making it hard to breathe.

He throws it all over me, aiming so he'd only get my body and not the furniture. As it hits my body, I growl, deciding to face my fears and jump in front of him to get a handful of the batter. He tries to yank the bowl back to him, but I've already got a good amount.

Once it splatters all over his neck, I laugh whole heartedly. He surprises me by suddenly placing the bowl down, and giving me a blank expression. My eyes widen in realization, my heart thumping in my chest at an alarming speed as I begin to slowly take steps back.

When his lips turn into an evil smile, I scream, basically flying up the stairs in fits of laughter. He's hot on my tail in a short amount of time, grabbing my waist swiftly once we reach the top.

"Naughty girl," he whispers into my ear, our panting synced. As he holds me tightly against him, we both struggle to catch our breath.

"So no welcome back cake for my parents?" I giggle. Harry lets out a melodic chuckle, and I almost melt into a puddle at the sound.

Everything he does puts me in a trance.

"Lets go get cleaned up," he says with a dimpled smile, leading me to the large bathroom.

Once we leave our clothes in a pile by the door, I'm honestly shocked at how comfortable I am, standing fully nude behind him as he taps the touchscreen panel, choosing the perfect settings.

With one more tap, music plays. Get You by Daniel Caesar fills the entire shower, and I begin to feel myself loosen up into a calm state. I love this song.

Once Harry turns around to let me in the shower, his eyes widen at my fully naked body. His jaw drops, as he roams my naked body. I don't even think to cover myself up.

I blush madly, feeling as if it were the first time he was seeing me naked. Every single time we have sex, he never fails to make my entire body heat up in adoration. I feel so comfortable with him, a feeling I thought I'd never have.

"A masterpiece," he breathes, stepping forward gently to cup my waist. Goosebumps erupt my entire body just from his touch. I lean comfortingly into him, walking us into the steaming shower.

The water hits us, the melodic sound of Daniel Caesar's voice making all of my worries suddenly go away.

I look up at Harry, into his shining, emerald eyes, and I can't help but smile sadly at him. He is my everything, he is the love of my life. I can't imagine myself without him. If I lose him, I know I'll lose myself.

And I have a feeling that's exactly what's going to happen.