Bad Friend

24. Still the One

I woke up the next morning in bliss. The mattress at the rental house was much softer than the one at my apartment, and after I was tired enough to go to sleep, I practically sank into the mattress. The house was comfortably warm, sunlight was peeking in through the windows softly, Harry was sitting up and staring at me with a cup of coffee in his hands—Wait.

"Why are you staring at me like a psycho?" I asked, rubbing my eyes tiredly on the off chance that I was still dreaming.

"What? I can't just admire you?" he asked, a small smile on his face.

While the sentiment was cute, I didn't think that it was necessarily the full truth. "I...guess you can, but why are you even up right now? Come back to bed."

After years of living alone comfortably, Harry had gone and spoiled me in just over a month. I didn't like that I didn't get to wake up feeling the warmth emanating from his body or having my arms wrapped around him or vice versa. I sometimes felt insane for how much I craved his touch, but I chalked it up to me making up for lost time. And now that we wouldn't be spending as many nights together as we had been, I had to prepare myself for waking up without him all over again. But that could wait until we went back home. Here on this little weekend getaway, I wanted him in every way that I possibly could.

Harry chuckled at my pouting, but set his mug down on the night table on his side of the bed. "Babe, look at the way you were sleeping. Where am I supposed to go?"

It wasn't until he said something that I realized I'd completely sprawled out on the bed. My legs were spread open wide underneath the bed sheet and my arms were pretty much the same way. I normally never slept like this, but I guess I'd taken advantage of how gloriously plush this bed was. So much so that I hadn't left Harry any room.

"Is that what woke you up? Why didn't you say something? I would've moved over," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed that I kept Harry from sleeping in.

He didn't seem to mind though as he finally got back into bed like I asked. I was on him immediately, tangling my legs with his and burying my nose in the crook of his neck. His hair was a little damp from the shower he must've taken, and he smelled heavenly, like jasmine and something a little citrusy, which led me to believe that he'd used my things to shower. I didn't mind, though. I loved it even. Smiling against his neck, I kissed him, peppering his skin with tiny kisses and grinning as he hummed delightedly.

"Someone's in a good mood," Harry mumbled. His arms circled around my waist and found their way under my sleep shirt, his thumbs rubbing circles into my hips. "And to answer your question, I could have woken you up, but you just looked so cute stretched out across the bed like you were. Like a little starfish."

"I'm sorry, like a what?" I paused what I was doing and propped my head up to look Harry in the eyes. When I saw his teasing grin, I huffed. "Don't be mean."

"I'm not being mean," he promised. "You looked so cute. I wanted to take a picture so I could remember the moment forever, but I figured you wouldn't want me taking pictures of you while you were sleeping. Now, though," he said, sitting up and getting his phone from the night table.

Harry was right to say that I didn't want him taking my picture while I was asleep, but I didn't want him taking it while I was awake, either. As far as pictures were concerned, I preferred being on the other side of the camera, especially when I'd just woken up and most likely had a terrible case of bed head. I felt silly, but I raised my hands to cover my face before Harry had the chance to turn his phone in my direction. Harry seemed to take it in stride, though.

"Oh that's perfect, G. Just like that. You look enchanting."

Out of curiosity, I spread my fingers apart so I could peek between them. Sure enough, Harry was above me with his phone and taking pictures. I let him have his fun for a couple of seconds before I realized that in all of my moving around on the bed, my shirt had ridden up, and from the angle Harry was standing, he probably had a pretty decent view of my chest. Removing my hands from where they'd been hiding my face, I quickly pulled my shirt down.