Beige

Chapter Thirteen

Alexis Monpettit

Opening my eyes this morning, my arms are trapped by another pair that is wrapped around me from behind. The tattoos that litter the other person's arms give away who they belong to. Harry. I hold my breath trying not to wake him as I try to catch a glimpse of us tangled together in the mirror hanging on my bathroom door. I can see his eyes are still closed, and I smile as I turn on my back with his arms still around me. His left arm is now draped over my stomach and I lift my fingers to trace his anchor tattoo.

I hear a sharp inhale and turn my head to see Harry fluttering his eyes open. "Good morning, Sunshine." His deep morning voice is enough for me to close my eyes as a smile comes across my face.

I try to cover my face with my hands as I feel a blush consume my cheeks, only for Harry to trap my arms underneath his. "Good morning, Dreamerboy." The smile on my face seems permanent as I open my eyes to find his already staring back. We stay staring at each other as our smiles grow bigger until we laugh at how much we're smiling.

We both calm down until we're back to smiling at each other, I continue to trace the anchor tattoo with my fingertip as we go back to staring at each other. "What do you have planned for today?" Harry lifts his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"It's Sunday so I have to go to dinner at Chris's but other than that I don't think I have anything else planned." He grabs my hand and entwines our fingers together.

"Would you maybe wanna go to the studio with me today?"

"Are you going to sing me another song that you wrote about me?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "if I say yes would that seal the deal?"

A light chuckle flows through my lips, "I would love to come to the studio with you, just I have to be at dinner by five o'clock sharp, or Emma will scream at me for not helping her with dinner."

He nods his head, "okay I will be sure to have you there, can't have an angry Emma on our hands."

I nod my head and go to sit up only for Harry to wrap both his arms around me and trap me against the bed, "where do you think you're going?"

I blow the hair that's fallen over my face out of the way, as I look up to see my Dreamerboy staring down at me with my wrists pinned to the bed. "I have to get ready, it's not like I have some Fairy Godmother here to do all the work for me."

"Sunshine, it's just going to be you and I, there's no need for you to get all dressed up."

"Yes but I still have to do my skincare routine and what about breakfast? I was always taught that it's nice to have breakfast prepared for your guests."

He shakes his head as he continues to stare down at me, "you really are something else."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I really want to kiss you for thinking you have to make me breakfast." He grabs his bottom lip in between his teeth in a teasing way.

"Oh really?" I cock my eyebrow up at him.

"Yup, so that's what I'm going to do now"

I turn my head as he lowers his down to mine, "Harry I haven't brushed my teeth!"

A chuckle escapes from his lips, "and I, Sunshine, don't care."

I tilt my head so my head is straight staring back at him, "kiss me then, Dreamerboy" I whisper.

And he does.

Every single time our lips connect, a surge of electricity flows through me. It's like all of this time I've been laying in a hospital bed with my heartbeat dull and barely there. But every time he kisses me, it's like his lips are the defibrillator igniting my heartbeat again. With every movement of our lips together, it's like a new fresh breath of oxygen given to my lungs. It's like I can breathe again. It's like I can think again. I never want to go a day without this feeling.