Bereft (h.s)

36. From the Dining Table.

Song Harry is humming/singing in the beginning :) ^^
From the Dining Table- Harry Styles
(as if you guys don't know the song lol)

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Chapter 36

Alycia's Pov.

I woke up and heard the faint sound of the tv we kept running last night. Black and white tv shows were playing which meant it's still really early.

Harry was behind me with my back pressed to his front. His arm was dangled across my waist but his fingers were very lightly running my arm.

Is he awake?

I decided to just try and go back to sleep but suddenly I heard him very lightly humming, it was almost inaudible.

He must not know i'm awake.

Only difference from his usual mystery hums that I always assume are new songs, I knew this one.

It's one of my favorites.

I don't think he knows that.

I stayed still and quiet so I could listen to him. I love hearing him.

His head was sharing the same pillow as me so we were very close. I could feel the light vibration in his chest on my back when he hummed.

Suddenly he very lightly and quietly sang one of the lyrics.

"Comfortable silence is so overrated," He very lightly and quietly sang.

"Why won't you ever be the first one to break?" He continued and his fingers continued rubbing my arm.

"Even my phone...misses your call, by the way." He finished and I suddenly felt him press his lips lightly to the top of my head.

My stomach fluttered and I slowly turned around in his arms so I could be face to face with him.

"That's one of my favorites." I whispered as we locked sleepy eyes and he smiled. "I didn't know you were awake." He whispered and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm happy I was." I said and he gave me a small, shy small. "I like when you sing around me." I admitted and he leaned his head to peck my nose.

"I'll have to sing to you more then."

It was still pretty dim in here because we had the curtains closed over the window but you could see the sun wasn't even completely up through the crack of the curtain.

"It's early baby. Get some rest." He whispered.

"Why're you awake?" I asked and he shrugged. "I just woke up and couldn't go back to sleep."

I nodded at his words and played with his necklace dangling on his naked chest.

His skin was so flawless on his chest and his tattoos laid perfectly on his skin. From his birds to his butterfly. My favorites that sit so perfectly on his hip bones that are under the covers.

I intertwined our fingers with the hand he had resting on my hip and just stared at his hands. They're so much larger than mine and covered in rings. Its of my favorite things he wears. His finger nails were different shades of dark blues and despite the calluses on his fingertips from playing the guitar, his hands were softer than most. Knowing he's had these hands wrapped around my throat and doing other sinful things always makes my insides heat up. But knowing that these hands gently tuck my hair behind my ears in the mornings and wipe my tears when i'm upset, it makes me smile.