Deception - H.S

Chapter 77

Trigger warning: talks about grief

Hope Whitlock

Harry and I were in the bath for a while, our fingers were wrinkled by the time we got out because we were just so calm and comfortable that neither of us wanted to leave. However, I was the first to step out, wrapping a towel around my body and getting a fresh set of clothes for Harry since his clothes were wet because of my request but I think he liked our little moment together just as much as I did, he was surely relaxed.

"Haz?" I knocked softly against the wooden door that I made sure to close when I left.

"You can come in." He gives me the green signal, telling me that he was dressed. I placed the clothes I picked for him by the counter that was clean of any glass pieces but just as I was about to leave the washroom to give him his privacy, he stops me, "Bree?"

I spin on my heels to face him, thinking he needed something else but he stood there in the bathtub that was slowly draining the water, puckering his lips and closing his eyes waiting for a kiss, "Hm?" I giggled at his actions, finding them adorable each time he does it. I tiptoe towards him, closing the distance between us by grabbing his face and pushing my lips to his into a deep, slow kiss. Harry wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest which makes me pull back, "Harry!"

"What? You're always wet for me anyways." He makes a crooked comment, making me blush.

"I really like kissing you. Like.. a lot. I think an unhealthy amount is too good of a word for it." He pecks my top and bottom lip individually before fully kissing me before he lets go so he could change.

When he was dressed and back in the bedroom, he frowned looking at the headboard but got distracted quickly when he noticed that I was wearing one of his Rolling Stones t-shirt. "Hey! That's my favourite one, you thief." He pretends to sound offended but I knew he liked it when I wore his clothes, the smile he was trying to hold back only confirmed it. Him saying this was his favorite makes a lot more sense now, it was a white t-shirt with the lips printed on it in a shade of red and blue, and the fabric had a few holes at the hem which just shows how much he had worn it.

After spending several minutes typing on his phone screen, he got under the covers with me and rested his head on my stomach, "Just this once" he said, using those three words that we did to pretend like we still hated each other when we gave in to our temptations. I told him that he didn't always have to hold me, that it could be that other way as much as he would like which surprised him for some reason but he liked it, snuggling into my stomach while he laid on his own.

I ran my fingers through his hair, coaxing him into sleep and asking whether he wanted to talk about anything, he declined, saying he was really tired and wanted to sleep and that is exactly what we did.

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I was awake for about an hour now and wiggled my way upwards so my head was resting against the lower part of the headboard. This was probably one of the few times that I had woken up before Harry, it was around 11am but seeing how emotionally and physically drained Harry was, I was going to sit here and run my fingers through his hair until he was well rested.

Checking my phone, I had a few texts, some from Ayla, some from Niall updating me that Louis was okay and then another one saying they were back. I also had an urge to take a picture of Harry because he looked so cute with his cheek smushed against my stomach, his eyes fluttered shut and bottom lip poking out slightly. It was only fair for me to take pictures since he was secretly taking mine as well.

I was scrolling through twitter when the door abruptly opens, making me flinch slightly but not enough to wake Harry, my hand flying to my chest.

Kiara stood in the doorway with a huge smile and looked like she was about to yell in excitement but I was quick to press my index finger against my lips, pointing to the adult size baby sleeping on me, he was fully hidden underneath the blanket except for his head poking out.