Empire /h.s/

twelve

Katherine

*buzzz* *buzzz* *buzzz*

Waking up to the sound of my phone ringing, I flinch at the sudden light shining into my room, realizing I forgot to shut my blinds last night before falling asleep. I lift my head slightly to see what I'm doing, reaching over to my phone, and pushing the side button to decline the call, laying back on my stomach.

I rest my head back down, trying to fall back asleep. But my eyes shoot open at the weight on my lower back. Turning my head to look beside me, seeing Harry still sound asleep. My eyes widened, coming to the realization that last night wasn't some lucid wet dream.

Harry is on his side facing me, his arm stretched across the bed, his hand twitching on my lower back in his sleep. His chest is still bare, and I can see the top of his boxers peeking out from the bed sheets that have ridden down to his waist.

I remember moving his arm off of me last night, worried that he would wake up and regret everything this morning. But feeling his hand on me, even in his sleep, he made the unconscious decision to somehow touch me.

Last night was new for me in every sense of the word. I experienced new things, all from Harry's doing.

I start to reminisce on what happened.

Harry's constant need for my consent. His delicate touches. His words. His hands. His lips. The aftercare. Trying to hold me while I slept. Everything.

Going forward, I have no idea what this means for us. I still need to talk to him about last week, and what he told Jenny and the fact that he lied. I want to talk to Jenny about all of this - what happened last night - but I'm worried that she will be disappointed in me, or give me more vague warnings about Harry.

I also want to tell her that Harry lied to her, but I also don't want to start a feud between them and be in the middle of it. Jenny would be mad at Harry for lying, Harry would be mad at me for telling her the truth, and I would feel awkward with Jenny - and probably Harry - for being the cause of their anger at each other.

I truly don't know what to do, but what I do know is that he is still passed out, so I might as well take advantage of that, and let my mind rest for a bit longer.

Just a few more hours of sleep is all I-

*buzz* *buzz* *buzz*

I let out a huff, turning back over to look back at my phone, seeing that it's my brother calling me. Checking the time I see that it's almost nine in the morning. Not wanting to deal with him this early in the morning when I already have Harry to deal with when he wakes up, I decline his call. Before I could even set my phone down, he's calling me again.

Silently groaning to myself, I grab my phone, and carefully slip out of bed. I turn to see if Harry is still asleep, sighing out a small breath of relief that he is.

The butterflies in my stomach wake up once more as I watch the hand that was on my back, travel up to my pillow, grabbing it and holding it to his chest. It's such a warming sight that I forget that my phone is still buzzing in my hand. Walking a few steps, I go into my bathroom to take the call so I don't wake Harry. I quietly shut the bathroom door, and answered the call.

"Josh," I hissed at him, "What is so important that you need to call me fifty million times after I declined your call once? Someone better be dying or I swear to god I will-"

"I'm at your front door," he cuts me off.

I stand there with my mouth open, shock running through my veins, refusing to believe that those words just came out of his mouth.