Lover of Mine | h.s. |

19

"Cordelia."

The only thing that registers in my mind is the warmth of Harry's body pressed against mine. He's so warm and his arm is draped over my waist lazily.

"Cordelia."

God, I could just stay like this forever. This was perfect.

"Cordelia! Oh for heaven's sake."

A whimper leaves my lips as I'm shaken lightly before Harry's body is shaken also.

"Come on you two, it's time to wake up. It's almost eight."

My eyes open slowly to reveal my mother standing in front of me, looking down at me with a knowing look in her eye.

"What?" I yawn, looking over my shoulder to see Harry still sound asleep.

He must've fallen asleep after me...I didn't expect him to but now, seeing that peaceful look on his face...I'm glad he did.

"It's time to get up." She repeats before shaking Harry again.

He groans and swats away her hand, clearly gaining consciousness enough to feel her touch.

"I'm sorry to disrupt you two but it can only go so long before both of your fathers start to suspect something."

"God." I groan before gently removing Harry's arm from my waist. I shuffle around so I can sit, rubbing my eyes. "Okay. We'll be down in a few minutes."

My mother nods her head before heading over to the door, giving us time on our own. "Just casual wear. Nothing fancy."

I sigh when she leaves, my eyes looking down at the man who is still asleep on the couch.

"It's time to get up, darling." I mumble, my hand combing through his hair.

He responds with a quiet hum before he shuffles around, preparing himself to wake up.

I smile slightly before turning back to the front, my eyes landing on the vase of new flowers sitting on the coffee table.

I see a note attached to one of the stems and when I reach my hand out, I see it's in Harry's writing.

To my little dove. I hope today is as bright as your smile. Make it count. - Haz.

I smile wider, looking back at Harry before bending down to peck his lips.

He must've brought these in before he woke me up early this morning. What a charming man. Who was I to end up with someone as lucky as him?

"What time is it?" A groggily voice says from behind me.

"Time for us to get ready for breakfast." I stand before turning and grabbing him by the arms, trying to sit him upright. "C'mon."

He whines in protest and I roll my eyes, letting him flop back onto the couch.

"Harry," I say. "We can't wait any longer."

"Five more minutes?.." He mumbles, finally deciding to gain full consciousness.

"No."

He groans again and slings an arm over his face, covering himself.

I swear to god.

Looking down at him, I gain an idea, deciding that this is the only solution to getting out of bed. What other way would he willingly get up?

"Harry," I lean down and press my lips to his ear, my hands gripping onto his waist for support. "If you get up now, we can have sex in my bed later tonight."