Graduate student Sawyer Nicks finds herself in a whole new state learning to navigate her way through her masters program. Following her dreams of moving to the east coast, Sawyer and her two best friends, Alyssa and Niall, make the cross country mo...
This really is what heaven feels like. I wake up in Harry's arms in a room that looks straight out of a movie. Vibrant shades of yellow accent the whole room, each piece of furniture acting like a work of art. I rest my head on Harry's chest and breathe in the fresh air coming in from our open balcony door. I slowly try to take in everything that surrounds me from the gorgeous view in front of me to the handcrafted ceiling above me.
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I feel Harry rustle beside me and not even thinking I begin to play with a piece of hair that fell in front of his face. I hate how good he looks when he is sleeping. The sun shines over his face, giving his pale skin a golden glow. It takes everything in me not to kiss every inch of his skin. Just as I'm about to give into my desires Harry's eyes slowly open and I see the beautiful green eyes I'm all too familiar with.
"Good morning, beautiful." His deep morning voice sends a shameful amount of heat to my core.
"Hi pretty boy." I drop my head back down to his chest and kiss the area I'm about to lay on. We stay like this for a while, just taking in how happy we are. I don't think Ive ever felt so happy. I feel safe. I feel protected. I feel wanted.
Harry ruins our state of tranquility when he shifts his body to rest against the bed frame. "We probably should go upstairs and see if the others are awake. I have a lot planned today and we have to get our asses in gear."
I grumble against his chest not wanting to leave bed, it's my safety blanket.
"Hm, don't give me that attitude of love. Stop being a brat and get ready." Quickly he pecks the top of my head and gets out from under the covers. I turn and lay on my stomach, sticking my head straight into my pillow. I really don't want to get up, if he wants me up he's going to have to make me.
Just as I'm starting to get comfortable once again, I feel Harry's presence next to me. "That's not getting up Sawyer Nicks. If you don't get up I'll have to find another way to get you out of bed."
I simply shrug my shoulders and ignore his empty threats. He's like putty when it comes to me and I'm planning on using that to my full advantage. He'll do whatever I want him to, so my ass is staying in this bed for at least another hour.
Out of nowhere Harry picks me up off the bed and throws me over his shoulder.
"Hey hey I was sleeping. Put me the fuck down Harry." I screech out. I start to kick my legs in the air trying to get him to put me down.
"You are being a brat and brats don't deserve to get what they want." Harry starts to walk up the stairs to the main floor where everyone else is staying. I huff out a long breath not wanting to face the real world that is outside the doors at the top of the stairs. He finally puts me down once we reach the top of the staircase. I cross my arms and roll my eyes as Harry stares at me.
"Oh don't give me that look." He laughs and wraps his arms around me. "We are in Paris my love, let's go out these doors and start this shit show of a vacation right."
