One Plus One

Chapter Forty-Three

Waking up in Harry's arms felt perfect. His fingers occasionally twitched in my hair and my head slowly rose and fell with his chest. I slowly drew circles on the soft skin of his toned stomach, waiting for my green eyed boy to wake up. He inhaled deeply and his hold on me tightened. Harry groaned as I tried to wriggle free, keeping me as close to him as possible. I knew he had woken up but he refused to open his eyes. I kissed the corner of his eye, his long lashes tickling my cheek. His eyes fluttered open, his lips curling into a smirk when he found me parallel to him.

"Morning, gorgeous." he spoke in a gruff morning voice.

"Good morning."

"Are you working today?"

"Yeah, but only for a couple of hours. I'll try not to distract you in work." I giggled.

"You don't have to be there to distract me."

I smiled shyly as I diverted my gaze from his. The intensity of his emeralds captivated me every time, my insides swirling into a mess.

"Something tells me that I distract you a little bit."

"Yeah, you make me late for work." I teased.

"What time is it now?"

I reached around for my phone and looked at the time. It was close to ten. I was late.

"Shit." I cursed, diving from the bed and towards my wardrobe.

*****

"Better late than never, but you can go. No one else has turned up." Craig said as I rushed into the studio.

"I'll stay and work on my solo piece if you want?" I suggested, trying to make up for my one mishap.

"No, I know how hard it's been for you. I'll give you a break. Besides, it looks like someone wants you."

Craig nodded towards the door. When I turned, the unmistakable chestnut curls told me exactly who it was. I apologised to Craig again before leaving to see what Harry wanted.

"What's up? Can't keep away?" I teased as I swung open the door.

"I need your help. The others haven't come in and I'm swamped."

"What use am I gonna be?"

"Can't you take the girls off my hands and bring them in here?"

It wasn't a bad idea. I giggled at the tall figure in front of me. His cheeks had gone red and his curls were tousled from where he'd repeatedly run his fingers through them.

"What are you giggling at?"

"Nothing."

Harry's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He knew his flustered state had amused me. I was effortlessly lifted from the floor, my back slammed into the wall as Harry closed the gap between us and nipped at the skin of my neck. He carefully slid away one of the straps of my t-shirt to expose more of my skin to his hungry lips. I dug my fingertips into his shoulders in an attempt to stop him, knowing all to well we'd end up getting too lost in each other. This wasn't the time or place.

"I'll help you." I whispered.

The curly haired male raised his head from the crook of my neck, green gaze piercing into mine.

"I knew that would be all the persuasion you needed."

I was let back down to the floor, Harry taking the opportunity to glide his hands up to my backside, sneaking a cheeky squeeze. I batted his hands away, my cheeks flushing.

*****

"Come on girls, point those toes!" I shouted in encouragement.

Alesha had taken centre spot in the hope of capturing my attention. She had the same mannerisms as Harry, probably picking them up from him after spending so much time with him. She knew exactly how to use her cheeky smile to her advantage. When I let them on a break, I felt a small tug on the back of my t-shirt. I turned to find her brightly smiling at me, tugging me down to her level.

"Are you Uncle Harry's girlfriend?" she innocently asked.

"Yes, sweetie."

"I think he's gonna marry you."

The innocence of her casual statement made me giggle. She seemed pretty convinced of her statement, making me wonder exactly what Harry had been telling her.

"What makes you think that?"

"He talks to Mummy about you all the time."

"Does he?"

"Yep. Can you come and play with me at my house sometime?"

"Of course I can, sweetie."

A dimpled smile flashed across her little face. Her attention was quickly diverted from mine when the doors to the studio were flung open. She squealed the name of the curly-haired boy that had just entered, running up to him and jumping into his arms.

"Enjoy yourself, princess?" he asked.

"Yep. I want to do this all the time. Guess what, Marlie said she'd play with me at my house."

"Did she?"

Harry's gaze turned to me. I felt my cheeks flush at the mere sight of his smile. My heart fluttered in my chest as he let Alesha down and strolled towards me. His warm hands snaked around to my lower back, teasing me closer to him.

"And how is my other princess?" his raspy voice spoke.

"Princess? That's new."

"Nah, you're more than my princess, you're my angel."

The heat in my cheeks heightened. His emeralds pierced into my silver gaze, holding it captive. I had to swallow to try and control the swarm of butterflies erupting in my stomach.

"So, Alesha says you talk to your sister about me all the time."

"I...well...uh..."

The usually dominant figure began to fluster. He looked adorable. His eyes stared at the floor and I could see him searching for something to say, his embarrassment taking over. His curls dangled around his face, only adding to his cuteness. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Fancy baby-sitting with me at the weekend?"

"Must I always come to your rescue?"

"Well Alesha seems to like you. You've met my mum, so you may as well meet my sister."

"Ok, fine. But only if you promise to help me sort out stuff for the house."

"Does it involve maths?"

"It might."

"Ok so it does. I'm not sure I want to do that."

"There might be some other surprises in store if you do." I teased, walking my fingers down his chest.

"Really?"

I bit my lip as I nodded. The ends of Harry's plump lips curved into a grin, only his left dimple popping. I poked it causing his smile to show itself in its entirety, weakening me at the knees. Harry delicately pressed his lips against mine, lingering there for a second. My lips tingled as he pulled away, the sweetness of the gesture remaining for a moment.

"Come on, gorgeous, lets go."