IV

Part 10

"Oh no!" I heard Harry groan.
I opened my eyes, looking at him frantically looking for his phone.
"What's wrong?" I asked worried, lightly holding onto his arm.
"I fell asleep! God, yes I did. Look at the time."
"Are you late to something?"
"Yes, my date with you. Last night. I'm the worst boyfriend ever."
"Oh of course you are. Because you did absolutely nothing all day yesterday." I laughed.
He pouted in response.
I scooted closer to him.
"I'm not mad, Harry. Your life is like this. And I know an anniversary is important, but it's just like any other day after all. I'm just happy we get to have moments like this. We've been far apart for too long." I explained, tracing his tattoos.
"I'm sorry, babe. I really am."
"No need to apologize." I replied, pecking his lips.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" I added, getting up and racing to our closet.
Wait, where did I leave it?
"Y/N, do you need help?" Harry asked from afar.
"I'm having some technical difficulties, but don't come over here. Just stay in bed." I called out to him.
I fished out the Saint Laurent bag from behind my coats.
"Here it is! Okay, close your eyes." I peeked from behind the closet door just to make sure he did as told.
I smiled as he had closed his eyes with the goofiest smile to go along with it. 
I tiptoed over to him and sat across from him. I set the bag in the space between us.
"Okay, open." I smiled.
He gasped at the sight of the bag.
"You shouldn't have." He whispered.
"Go on, open it! Aren't you dying to see what's inside?" I said eagerly.
His jaw dropped as he saw what was inside.
"Thank you." He said, hugging me.
He pushed me with such force that my back touched the mattress. He kissed me repeatedly.
"Can I try it on?" He asked me.
"Of course! Do you need help?" I smirked.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, do it by yourself." He stood in front of the mirror with his new shirt on.
"Amazing." He whispered, looking over at me.
"I know. I thought of you as soon as I saw it. It really suits you." I smiled.
"No. I meant you're amazing." He corrected, walking over to me.
I turned around, hiding my face in the covers. I felt his knee brush my foot so I supposed he stood at my feet.
"Don't be shy now." He laughed.
I giggled, keeping my back to him.
He threw himself on top of me, tickling me.
"Oh Harry, stop it!" I shrieked, laughing uncontrollably. I was able to turn around and face him, so I stuck out my tongue at him.
"Let's pack?" I suggested.
"Oh no, you're not escaping just yet." "But we're leaving tonight!"
"You're practically done. You arrived two days ago." He chuckled.
I pouted, knowing what would come after.
"Don't do it." I whispered as Harry came closer to my face.
He tutted at me.
"Haz, come on. You don't have to do it."
But he ignored me. He inched closer to my face until our noses touched.
"I don't get it though, why do you not like me kissing you on the nose?" He asked thoughtfully.
"I don't know, it makes me feel weird after."
"That's the only time when you deny a kiss." He smirked.
"Oh come on. You know I love your kisses." I smiled cheekily, puckering my lips.
He pulled away a bit, which made me pout.
"Why did you not kiss me?" I demanded.
"We have to pack." He shot back.
Oh, he was going to play that game. I pulled him closer to me by his collar and kissed him.
"I thought we had a bit of free time." I whispered.
He kissed me back.
"Well, I think I can make an exception." He breathed afterwards.
"Loving the shirt." I added.
"Well I think it'll look better on the floor." He replied.
"I was thinking the same thing." I laughed.
He took it off and before placing it on the floor, I got it and left it on the bed. He looked at me, puzzled.
"That's too expensive to put on the floor." I recalled.
He chuckled quietly and said, "It's your turn to take something off."
I smirked at his dare.
"Well I don't know. Maybe we should start packing." I sang.

I left Harry behind going to put the few things I had taken out back into my suitcase.
"You can't just leave like that!" Harry laughed.
"Why?" I replied, laying the suitcase on the floor and kneeling before it.
"Because it wasn't fair. Admit it, babe." He explained, walking up to me.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. By the way you looked super hot there, laying on the bed." I paused to smile up at him, mischievous.
"No games, Y/N. Come to bed. Please." He whined.
We stood there in silence, as he waited for me to make up my mind.
"Well.." I started, getting up.
"Yes?" He said anxiously.
I burst into laughter.
"What's up with you?" He chuckled.
"You're just really cute when you get like that." I replied, squishing his cheeks together.
"You wanna know what's really cute?" He asked.
I nodded, still holding his head in my hands.
"When you get on your tiptoes to do that to me!" He exclaimed as he spun me around in his arms.
We both laughed as he sped round and round, stopping at the perfect moment when I pressed my forehead against his. Nothing but silence among the brightness of the room surrounding us.
I kissed him right there, it was the perfect moment.
He smiled, happy as he got what he wanted. Just as the kiss was getting more intense, my phone buzzed on the table.
"Don't answer that." He pleaded.
"Babe, I have to." I replied, kissing him lightly before landing on the ground.
Harry pouted as I shrugged.
I walked over to the bedside table to see what the fuss was about. I sighed as I read the caller ID.
"Hello." I greeted coldly.