1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 35

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Hayley POV:

There were two things I noticed when I woke up. Harry's hand on my boob and the fact that it was absolutely freezing in my apartment.
One of those things was easily fixed, but the other was a mystery. I glanced around the room and noticed a window open. I must of opened it during the day yesterday and forgot to shut it before I had left.

I carefully prided myself from Harry's tattooed arms and got up to shut the window.
I was naked so the closer I got to the window, the colder I got and the more my body... reacted.

That's when it all hit me.

Harry and I had sex... Twice.

My mind was racing. Flashbacks of the night were hitting me like bricks. Everything was so passionate and steamy and sweaty and raw. He was so gentle with me, but so rough at the same time.

And don't even get me started on that boy's endurance. Holy shit that was impressive.

Plus, he was so worried about me the whole time, making sure I was alright and that I was enjoying it. I don't know why he felt the need to ask if I was enjoying it... I've never been a quiet girl...

I was looking for a shirt to throw on when I heard it.

That stupid little chuckle.

I grabbed the nearest clothing item and tried to cover my body with it. Sure enough, he was propped up by his elbows, his torso exposed, and (of course) a shit-eating grin smothered across his face.

"Oh don't bother trying to cover yourself up love. I quite enjoy the view."

"Close your eyes." I demand.

"You've got to be kidding." His eyes went wide, smile still very prominent.

"Harry Styles, shut your eyes right now." I'm fighting a smile, but just looking at him makes my insides melt.

He moans as he lays back down and covers his eyes with his hands.
"Thank you." I quickly pulled on my ACDC tshirt and some sweatpants that were laying on my floor.
When I look up, Harry is still in the same position with his hands over his eyes.
I start at the edge of my bed and climb over him until my legs are on either side of him and my arms are straightened holding me above him. The blanket still in between our bodies.

"If I open my eyes will you still be naked?"

"You're not that lucky."

He opens his eyes and smiles up at me. His eyes are puffy with exhaustion and that dimple is especially prominent. I lean down and gently kiss him -- only lingering for a moment.

"You wanna know something?" He said with his eyes still closed.

"What?"

"I finally got into your pants. My plan worked."

"You're plan?" I scoffed.

"Oh yes. It was very thought out, executed incredibly well, if I do say so myself." He hummed as I just shook my head. "It was the flowers wasn't it?"

"Nope."

"Is it because Ed talked to you? He's always been my wingman. Niall's shit at it."

I laughed for real this time. He opened his eyes and loosely held my hips as he looked up at me.

"Seriously," he rubbed circles on my skin. "What was it?"

"You came."

"Yeah, twice."