Latch (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

20. More Than That

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the window. It took me a while to remember where I was, and when it clicked I felt giddy inside. I fully opened my eyes to see a tan inked chest. Harry had both arms wrapped around me and his head tucked down with his chin resting just above my head. My hair was sprawled out behind me across the pillow and my legs were still perfectly tangled with his. We hadn't moved an inch all night.

"Mmmm." Harry mumbled in his sleep, followed by a very unattractive snort. I started giggling and I saw his left eye peep open. "What a lovely way to wake up." He spoke with a husky edge to his voice and a sleepy smile on his face.

"What? Snorting?" He stretched his arms out and did one of those laugh yawns.

"No you sarcastic git, listening to you laugh." He chuckled deeply, his voice slightly breaking from lack of talking. "God, a man tries to be romantic and this is where it gets him." He complained and I laughed as he snuggled into me further.

"It gets him laying in bed with me, half clothed only wearing his shirt." I reminded him.

"Hmm, fuck yeah I forgot about that." He grunted and smirked, pulling me by the waist closer to him.

"Hands off Styles." I sassed, removing his hand before it continued its course to my ass.

"Are you always this feisty in the morning?" He purred and forced his sleepy eyes open to look at me.

"Hmm, depends on the time." I teased and he reached over to check his phone.

"Seven thirty five?" He asked grinning lazily.

"Oh, I'm very sassy at seven." I laughed into him and I let out a tired chuckle.

"Seriously though, I'm going back to sleep. Shut them curtains." He groaned and turned around, crashing his head on the pillow.

"No Harry! You can't go back to sleep, I'm awake now and I won't get back to sleep." I tapped his shoulder and he grumbled something inaudible.

"God Liv, you're like a child." His voice was dazed and slow from tiredness. I don't care, once I'm up, I'm up. There's no going back now. We probably should've shut the curtains though...

"Harry, c'mon get up you lazy prick!" I giggled, trying to pull his arm but he wasn't having any of it. He just mumbled a "fuck off" and a "mmm".

I poked his face, then his arm and then finally his chest before he finally swatted my hand away. I puffed and lay down on my back.

"You didn't have a problem with me touching you last night." I mumbled.

In a twist of plot and sheets, Harry was hovering above me and staring intensely.

"You didn't touch me last night and that's the problem." He growled. I assumed he was expecting something other than a snort laugh from my part but that's what he got. I tried suppressing my smile but knowing me I have the willpower of a leaf in the breeze, I just erupted into laughter at him. Poor frustrated Harry. The thought made me laugh harder. I was in full on convulsions while being trapped under Harrys frame, his head fell and he too started laughing, but not nearly as hard as me.

"You're crazy." He jumped off me and sat on the edge of the bed beside me.

"I never claimed to be anything else." I wiped my eyes to get rid of the tears from laughing.

"Okay Liv, you can stop laughing at me now." He said slightly cooler.

"Sorry babe." I snickered and got up. I stood up and strutted to the bathroom.