Deception - H.S

Chapter 72

Trigger warning: body image issues

Hope Whitlock

I feel Harry's warm hands sliding under his shirt that I was wearing, running along the side of my ribs while his lips peppered gentle kisses all over my face, steering me out of my slumber.

I whined, using my palm to press against his face and push him away before using that same hand to cover my eyes to create a barrier against the little amount of light I could sense with my closed eyes.

"Bree..." Harry's morning rasp filled my ears as he moves my arm away from my face to shower me with more kisses. As good as that felt, I wanted to sleep more.

"Harryyy..." I whined, unable to push him away since both my hands were occupied.

"We have to be on the bus." he mutters against my cheek.

"But I wanna sleep... just ten more minutes, please..." I reasoned with him, shifting closer in hopes to rest my head against his chest but get disappointed when he doesn't let that happen.

"It's 5:50am baby, we kinda have to be on the bus in ten minutes. Although, I don't mind skipping the long drive." My eyes shoot open when he mentioned the time.

"What! We're late. I haven't packed yet!" I reluctantly begin to lift my head off the pillow but Harry is quick to pull me down against his chest, "All you have to do is walk to the bus, I packed your stuff last night." he pecks my nose.

"You did?" I ask in disbelief, relaxing under his touch.

"Mhm... You passed out instantly and I knew you would be tired." He smiles proudly for being right about his inferences.

I quickly peck his lips, "This is why you're a good... friend." I cover up what I almost said, unsure of what that even was because my brain never finished the thought, I caught myself before it did

I nuzzle into his neck, wanting to sleep more.

"You just kissed me without brushing." He points out with a cheeky tone in his voice. I was aware of what I did but it was too sudden for me to process this early.

"You keep that smugness and it won't be happening again." I warn him, a little annoyed that I wasn't asleep right now.

"Okay, no, I take it back." He wipes the smirk off his lips as I pry my eyes open. "Come on, sleep on the bus." He pats my butt, making me wince at the soreness.

Grumpily, I drag myself out of bed, turning my suitcase flat on the ground and opening it to pull out my navy-blue blanket before closing and making the bag stand again. I get to my feet, wrapping the blanket around my body, grab my phone and shove my feet into my shoes.

Walking towards the door half asleep and with soreness between my legs that I was trying so hard to avoid, I hear Harry shuffling in the room before he was right behind me. "Grab my bags, Styles." I order him, opening the door and dragging my feet to get to the elevator.

With a lot of irritation, I climbed the small set of stairs up the bus, seeing Liam sitting on the couch with a big smile before he got up and walked towards me with arms spread out. I held a finger up under my blanket, warning him to not approach as I continued my journey to my bunk.

"She's a little grumpy this morning." I hear Harry tell Liam before he follows me. By the time he got into our section, I was already in bed lying on my stomach. Since I had just flopped into bed, my feet were off the mattress and covered in shoes.

"Heyy..." Harry protested, "You're hogging up all the space, where am I supposed to sleep." there was a cute whine to his voice and I could tell he was puckering his bottom lip out.