Honey Rain

Chapter Eighteen

I felt strangely cold when I woke up, and I inched backwards a bit to see if Harry would put his arms around me. There was no reason why he wouldn't have been cuddling me in the first place, but maybe he just moved in his sleep. When I couldn't feel anyone there, I flipped around. Sure enough, the bed was empty.

I felt a slight pang in my heart as I gazed over the vacant spot in my bed. I hadn't woken up without Harry since he started sleeping with me all those weeks ago.

Maybe I was making too big a deal out of this, but waking up alone was foreign and uncomfortable for me. I made a noise of displeasure as I rolled over to grab my phone of the nightstand.

From Harry: I'm going out to breakfast with Des this morning. I'll be back like 10 ish or maybe earlier, probably miss a couple classes. I'll tell you all about it xx

It was barely seven in the morning, not even the time that I would usually get out of bed. I was still tired, but decided I would rather get up than be forced to sleep another second without Harry.

Once I had woken myself up a bit, I strolled over to the closet. I ignored all of my clothes and turned right to Harry's, taking out the black sweatshirt that he had been wearing yesterday. I absolutely adored the familiar smell and snuggled it close to my chest, taking deep, calming breaths in. I smiled in an almost comically happy way and pulled the sweatshirt over my head, rolling the sleeves up twice to keep them from falling too far down past my hands.

I slid on a pair of my own dark-washed jeans and cuffed them twice as well, looking in the mirror as I did so. It's a funny thing, really, how I look at my reflection now. I never used to be able to; scared that I'd look for too long and see all the horrible things that I didn't like seeing.

When Harry noticed that I had been purposely turning away from the mirror as I walked passed, he took it upon himself to help me. He would wrap his strong arms around my waist and stand with me in front of the mirror, kissing me and whispering in my ear, telling me all the wonderful things he was seeing.

Look at your eyes, baby, how many beautiful things you get to see with them? They're such a deep, pretty blue, like the best artist in the world captured the ocean and painted it onto your eyes. Look how lovely your pretty pink lips are, Lou. Every word you say is like music to my ears. I'd listen to you talk for hours and hours and never get tired. You could recite the dictionary and I'd listen twice. How many times have you kissed me with those lips, hmm? Every time is so perfect, Louis, your lips are perfect.

I even started to believe him after a while.

I stood still for a couple of minutes, trying to smile at my reflection. It's good practice to do that, as Harry said. I absolutely loved when he said it, but it felt different when I was alone. I made my way out of my room and down the staircase that creaked with every light step.

"You're basically drowning in that shirt, Tommo. Not yours, is it? Not mine either?" Niall rubbed his hand over his chin and faked that he was in deep thought. "Sharing clothes with your boo now?"

"My 'boo'? Really?" I secretly liked the name, but I'd never let on.

Niall grinned. "You know. Your honey, your sweetheart, your squeeze, your top."

I almost choked at the last one. "Yes, I understand, thank you Niall."

I never really thought of Harry as a top or bottom. However, he had topped two times to my one. I never thought I could bottom for anyone, but Harry just makes me feel so safe and loved. I'd bottom for the rest of my life if he wanted me to.