Honey Rain

Chapter Seven

There must have been seven inches of snow and ice covering the ground when I woke up, and I grinned. I checked my phone and sure enough, school was canceled. I gazed up at the window and watched the snow come down heavily for a few minutes.

I turned over in Harry's arms, moving slowly so that I wouldn't wake him up. I wrapped my arms around him and shifted against him to make myself more comfortable. I was still tired, but I just couldn't take my eyes away from him.

A bit of hair was falling into his eyes and I reached up to brush it away. His eyelids fluttered open.

"School's canceled."

He smiled softly and I tucked his hair behind his ear again.

"Okay," he whispered and barely tightened his hold on me.

I closed my eyes again, but I never fell back asleep. Neither, it seems, did Harry. He was gently running his fingers up and down my spine and practically driving me crazy at the touch.

He stopped eventually and crossed his arms securely around my back as if I were a teddy bear. I was hoping his eyes were closed, because I was smiling sheepishly from the feeling.

I opened my eyes a few minutes later and Harry's were closed, but I could tell he wasn't asleep. I slid my fingers up into his hair and he purred like a kitten.

"Hi," the curly-haired boy whispered again. I suppose he didn't want to disturb the lovely blanket of silence draped over the room.

"Hi." A shy smile crept onto my lips and he easily matched it.

His eyes fluttered closed as I played with his curls and he opened them again when I stopped. His eyes looked tired still; I loved the way sleepy Harry looked.

I didn't want to get up, but I thought maybe he might. I wasn't going to make him stay here if he didn't want to.

"Do you want to get up?" We were still whispering.

"No, it's so early."

I ran my hand back through his hair again. "It's not that early."

He must have thought that I was going to move away, and he pulled me closer to him. "Stay."

I smiled at him and we both closed our eyes when I touched my forehead to his. "Okay."

I took my hand away from his head and rested it on his shoulder, moving my thumb slowly back and forth under the collar of his shirt. He didn't seem to mind when I rested my hand on his chest.

He must have fallen back asleep because his breathing slowed down. I tilted my chin up and my lips ever so briefly brushed against his. My eyes immediately shot open. I gasped and quickly pulled back, blushing madly, my cheeks heating up like I was in a steam room. I was incredibly thankful that he was sleeping, because I couldn't have looked more flushed.

I swallowed hard and did my best to calm down my racing heart that was pounding hard in my chest.

I cautiously rested my head back down and took a shaky breath in. It was nothing to worry about, obviously; it was an accident and nothing more. But the feeling of his lips was so lovely and I had barely gotten the chance to taste them. I was aching for more, but I absolutely, one hundred percent, was not going to kiss Harry Styles, especially not while he was sleeping. Besides, I have a boyfriend.

He ran his thumb over my back and opened his eyes; I hoped I hadn't woken him up from my franticness. Harry raised his eyebrows as he took in my expression, which I suppose was a mix of shock and embarrassment. I was glad he didn't mention it.