december
she's gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair
- hozier.
Harry wakes up with a small yawn, like a cute small lion cub who has just woken up. The curly, unruly hair that splays around helps the image quite a bit. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, slowly blinking open and deep green meets blue.
"Morning," he says in that deep croaky morning voice. Bella is definitely never getting tired of it. He grins at her before smashing her face against his chest and smiling with closed eyes.
"Let me breathe!" she mumbles into his chest trying to push away only to no avail, so she resorts to moving her feet around, kicking his.
He lets her go and grins at her sheepishly, "Breakfast?"
She nods, kissing his chin, "Breakfast."
Harry stands up, removing his boxers before pulling up some grey sweatpants, going commando underneath. She figures out, that because it's Sunday, Gemma is probably at the Starbucks down the street being who she is and probably ordering a frappucino. Therefore, Bella decides to tug on Harry's tee over her bare breasts, adjusting her panties on the way.
She walks behind him and wraps her arms around his waist, hands splaying on his torso and fingers brushing the indents of his abs. She lays her cheek on the dip between his shoulders, before kissing the spot and telling him to lead the way.
Harry opens the door, hands on top of hers as they walk step by step while being stuck together. Left, left, right, right. Suddenly, Harry stops in his tracks and Bella nearly stumbles behind him, her feet nearly getting tangled between Harry's frozen ones. "Wha--?"
Louis is whistling at them. Niall is chuckling and cheering at the same time somehow, while Liam and Zayn are as wide-eyed as Bella and Harry. Couple stuff probably. Gemma has a smile on her lips, but her eyebrows are raised as she sits up on the armchair.
In one swift movement, Bella is picked up in Harry's arms and she feels like he's definitely out of his reverie. She wraps her arms around his neck, so as not to fall, as he quickly turns around, walking back towards her room.
Once they're on their own, he sits on the edge of the bed and adjusts her so she can sit too. "What just happened?"
"We just got found out," she giggles, finding the situation endearingly funny.
"We were half naked!" Harry groans.
"We're age appropriate. It's not like it's some big shock if we're having sex with each other," she pokes her tongue out and licks his bare shoulder, just because she can.
Harry looks at her funnily. "Can we go brush our teeth so I can kiss you already?"
"So romantic," she looks up at him and tugs his shirt over her head. "Wear this. Maybe put some clean boxers on too."
He's a little wide-eyed and starstruck at the sight of her topless in the morning light, "Maybe we can delay breakfast for a few minutes," he says in a deep voice, one hand pushing her down onto the bed.
Bella stops him and pushes back, "Nah-ah, brush teeth, kiss and breakfast."
Harry groans and pouts at her, "Go put some clothes on quickly. Topless Bella ain't helping this morning hard on."
She laughs while rummaging through her wardrobe to get out her outfit for the day. With little want to actually look through her whole wardrobe and decide what looks best and is comfortable at the same time, what matches with what and what doesn't, she opts for the most simple outfit. A knit top and some white skinny jeans. Simple.
