alleyway [h.s]

chapter 43

RUBY'S POV

We spend the last day mostly in bed, the shower and on the couch and watching movies.

It's been fun being alone with Harry doing anything we want. I missed it.

We were both extra tired seeing we went to bed at 4am, so we woke up at 1pm. I surprisingly woke up first to a messy head of curls spread out on the pillow case, lips parted to breathe, hands around my body like I would be yanked out of bed. I couldn't help the shit eating grin that slowly creeped up on my face at the view before me. He looks so gentle and adorable when he's sleeping.

So, I couldn't help it. I had to wake him. I kissed every inch of his face, starting at his forehead down, I got a couple grunts and groans in return at first but a couple seconds later when I made it to his lips, I got my smiley Harry who warms my heart.

I remember saying, "you're so cute"

And he groaned back at me and buried his face in the pillow to try and hide the big smile that was on his face but I already saw it.

Then, I jumped out of bed just like that. That's the fasted I've ever gotten out of bed but I had a good reason.

When I did, and groaned and threw himself over to catch me but I was too quick. I grabbed my phone and took a picture. That's all I really wanted.

When I got my picture, I jumped back in bed with him though. I felt cold not being by his side. We cuddled for a bit after before we decided to take a quick shower and move onto the couch.

I made him watch the first Twilight movie.

"So, he's a vampire, right?" He asked me, pointing at Edward.

"Exactly" I relied with a smile.

He tried to remember everyone and who they were. He kept thinking that Bella was a vampire.

We had a good day today, wrapped up in each other and our warmth. I don't ever want to let go.

But now, here we are at 1am packing our bags and getting ready to leave. I'm a little grumpy at the moment because of how tired I am and Harry definitely isn't helping any of that.

"Did you pack enough for a week?" I ask him, zipping up my suitcase.

"What? I packed for a couple days. That's what you told me" he looks at me.

"I did not! I kept saying pack for a week, we don't know how long we're staying for" I raise my voice, getting frustrated.

He's been pulling these little pranks on me all morning. Either if it was in the shower where he kept putting shampoo in my hair when I had my eyes closed to rinse it, for breakfast where he only poured himself a glass of juice and made me get up and get my own, when he went downstairs to only get his suitcase and bag.