Midnight Angel H.S COMPLETED

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Harry's stiff on top of me. Like a stick on the floor, he's just not moving. His face is buried into the crook of my neck and his hot breath keeps me warm. I love this. It feels warm and almost homely but I need to stretch. We've probably been still like this for hours now.

I look over at the clock on his table and it's around 10 AM.

I slowly and carefully nudge Harry over but he holds my waist securely. I try to do it again and he grunts and holds on tighter. Him wanting me to stay feels almost euphoric. "It's too early." He rasps and falls back into a deep sleep.

HARRY POV

I'm so fucking tired. I don't know what the time is but me staying with Haze on top of me all night makes it hard to move so I'm achy. I remember very faintly me sleeping on top of her but I'm pretty sure I rolled myself off after a few seconds because she's now beside me.

I open my eyes and rub them, adjusting to the light. I look over to my black clock and it's midday. Mid fucking day. I don't know how we've slept in for so long.

I turn over and Hazel's looking at me with a peaceful, faint smile and it makes me pull her to my chest. I wonder if my heartbeat ever gets annoying to her. "I like this." I smile, I'm sure my dimple is popping.

"What do you like?" She speaks softly, her angelic voice christening my ears. I can tell that she's smiling and somehow I manage smiling even more.

"Sleeping with you."

She kneads my hair with her hands making me calmer than ever as she straddles my lap. The friction between us is enough to make me grunt a bit.

"I like it too." She smiles and leans down to kiss my forehead.

We stare at each other for a long while. Her hazel eyes always seem to twinkle and her cheeks are always dusted with roses. Her soft, pink lips are perfectly fitted on her face and her button nose is my favourite. Even the way her hair dangles from her face makes me happy and content. And I never thought I'd never say that.

"Shit, baby, I really fucking adore you." I smile before frowning a bit. I adore her. I just said I adored her. Holy shit.

She smiles, her cheeks red and she leans down for a kiss. Her lips are like a bed for mine and she holds us there, I wish it lasted longer.

Just a little longer.

"I adore you too, Angel."

I hug her so securely and she hugs me back and it feels so fucking great. No drugs could make me feel as high as this.

"Haze." I start and for some reason my whole character hides in a shell.

"Harry?"

"Let's go on a date." I say. A date. I never thought I'd say that either. I've never been on a date. If she agrees then this is a first. And it's weird to say but I'm nervous yet so fucking excited.

"A date?" She smiles so bright and leans down to peck my cheeks. "Harry Styles taking me on a date?"

"It's not that big of a deal." I brush it off and this time she shows her toothy smile. I love her toothy smile. I didn't believe in love but maybe in some ways love does exist. I don't love Hazel. I can't.

I smile into a kiss. "Put a pretty Hazel dress on, darling." I tap her ass and I feel it bounce slightly. She's so fucking hot and that's an understatement.

I slip on some black joggers and a black crew neck unlike what I usually wear.

She gets out of my flannel and gets into a silk cream dress with a tightened string around the waist to accentuate her body. Her getting dressed is such a simple thing that, I dare say, love to see.