Papillon - HS

Chapter 24

My eyes struggled to flutter open at how comfortable I had slept. I don't ever get to rest this much after a night out but I'm grateful to whatever possessed me to sleep so well. I took deep breaths and opened my eyes, a single ray of sun leaking through my curtains. My eyes began to adjust when I realized I was not in my room. I certainly do not place an inhaler on the bedside table because I do not own an inhaler.

My eyes widened and my senses heightened.

Where am I?
What happened last night?
And who the hell is holding me this tight?

I looked down to see who's arm was it that kept pulling me closer to their chest. As soon as I saw it was littered with familiar tattoos, I felt myself breath out a relieved sigh. I smiled knowing it was Harry and knew I was safe. Gently, I took his arm away from my waist and placed it alongside him as I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I made sure to take careful steps as to not wake him up and opened the door with caution. 

I was surprised at how fucked up I looked from last night. My hair was a mess and I had one eye with mascara all over it. Fuck, I muttered as the events began to make a bit more sense in my head. Harry took me to my room, I hit my head, I got inside my room. I then took off my shoes, jumped on the bed for a few seconds and began taking off my makeup when I thought of how nice it would be to sleep alongside Harry. Which led me here, to his bathroom, where I'm trying to rinse off the last remnants of mascara from my left eye, trying to not make any noise. 

Once I was done washing my face with some cleanser I found in his bag and grabbing mouth wash to get rid of the remaining taste of the alcohol consumed yesterday, I made my way back into the room. The single ray of sun was getting bigger and it lit up the room perfectly so I could see Harry's little pout. I'm sure that pout was not there when I left the bed so I guess he must've felt I wasn't there with him. With a giggle, I made my way back and climbed on the bed, admiring his rested state.

Harry looked so beautiful with his eyes shut, chest going up and down with his tiny breaths. His curls were sprawled on the pillow, looking so soft and begging to be touched. Harry made a soft whiny noise, making me pay attention to his face again. His brows were pinched together, lips a soft shade of pink and very pouty. I felt something move beside me, it was his hand moving around, trying to find me beside him. I felt my heart melt at the gesture, how even in his sleep, he wants me to be near him. 

I smiled and kissed two of my fingers, pressing them gently on his perfect lips. Harry's eyes began to open slowly, trying to understand where he was. I laid down on his chest and looked up at him, wanting to discover how he looks in the morning. His mouth opened in a loud yawn, he still hadn't noticed me there. I laughed at how funny his face looked all scrunched up, which made him open his eyes immediately and close his mouth. I laughed even louder and shook my head.

"Good morning H."

"Oh hey," he said, "mornin' love." 

His voice was deep and groggy, his nickname catching me off guard. Love? 

I chuckled nervously and looked down, not wanting my reddened cheeks to give me away.

"Hey now, don't get shy on me V, c'mere," he said in between chuckles, grabbing me and pulling me close to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he hummed in pleasure. "How'd you sleep?" he said, pressing a quick kiss to my temple.

"Good," I said, not being able to form much words.

Harry scoffed, "just good? I slept fucking great."

I laughed and shook my head, "I slept fucking great too Harry."

Harry's fingers began to play with my hair, "then say what you really mean."