One Night

20

Avery's P.O.V

Light blinded me when I slowly opened my eyes. I felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I sat there for a moment thinking about everything that happened last night. Did harry really ask me out or was that just a dream? I turned slowly in Harry's arms to face him. He looked so peaceful. So cuddly and warm. I could wake up like this every day and never get tired of it. I traced the ship tattoo that was placed on his bicep. It might be my favorite one so far. His breathing hitched and I knew he was awake now. A small smile placed on my lips as I continued to trace the delicate ink.
"Enjoying my tattoo?" His lips curling into a smile. God his lips at this time of the morning. They looked incredible. His arms pulling me in closer as his head snuggled into my neck. His hair tickling my chin. "I am. I like the ship a lot. Its...cute" his lips finding my bare skin that my bra didn't cover. "Cute. I was looking for anything but cute" his laughter effecting me. "Fine. Its adorable. Better?" My sentence barley finishing before he flipped me under him and straddled me. His smile beaming down over me. He looked like an angel. His mess of curls going every which way. His puffy face from sleeping all night in a huge smile. His green eyes, the color of the forest after it rains. So clear. So beautiful. I could stare at his perfection all day. He was an angel but he made me want to sin. How does that work? His words coming out raspy and hoarse. "Never mind. I dont like either of those" his lips finding mine. "Good morning beautiful" his body rolling beside mine now. His arm wrapping around my waste to pull me into his side. I later my head against his chest. "Good morning handsome. How did you sleep?" My eyes finding his. "I got a great strip tease before you passed out. I guess it was okay. Would have been better if I would have gotten the full show though" his playful tone cutting through me. "Oh shut up! It was not a strip tease! I told you, I sleep in my under garments. I didn't feel like going to the bathroom. That's all" I gave his chest a small kiss and wrapped my leg in between his. "Yeah yeah. Whatever you say." His kiss landing on top of my head. I started tracing his sparrow tattoos, making sure to get every line. "Do you like my tattoos or ?" His question lingering, waiting for me to answer. "I love tattoos. I'm obsessed with them actually. Just to scared to get one." His eyes lighting up. "Really? You don't have any?" I shook my head, continuing to trace his inked skin. "Wanna play a game?" His voice piercing through me. He sounded so fucking good in the morning. I looked up at him confused. "Um. Sure?" His body leaning away from mine now but his hand still placed on my hip. We were now facing each other. A perfect view for the morning if I do say so myself. "20 questions. I'll start okay?" His eyes lighting up at the thought. My smile grew bigger at his child like game. I nodded for him to continue.
"If you had to get a tattoo, what would you get?"

I've thought about this for the longest time and I think maybe I've made up my mind. I just haven't told anyone.

"April 22 in roman numerals. I think I want it on the inside of my wrist" I proudly said, holding out my right arm showing him my wrist. His eyes trailing over the skin I pointed to. He smiled to himself and kissed the inside of my wrist. "Why the date?" His question startling me. "My parents anniversary. They died when I was 17." I tried to stop the tears from falling. I pulled my hand out of his grasp and against my chest. I had a really hard time opening up to people. It was one of my flaws. I quickly changed the subject and continued the game.

"Pick one tattoo and tell me what it mean to you."
My eyes meeting his as he thought it over. He pointed to the A on his left collar bone. "My mom. She means everything to me." His smile beaming. He was such a momma's boy, I could tell. I love that. However he treats his mom is how he'll treat his girlfriend. I leaned forward and gave him a kiss.

"What's your favorite part of the day?"
his question making my face scrunch up. "What?" His giggle filling in the silence after my question. "Like your favorite part of the day. Morning, afternoon, evening, night?" My head nodding with him as I finally realized what he meant. "I like the evening time. When the sun is just setting and all the pretty colors come out. Hands down best view." He thought about my answer before speaking. "Well my favorite part is when the sun is just rising. Like you said all the pretty colors" his voice imitating mine. I giggled at him and pushed his chest. "Hey! I really like that part! Dont make fun of me!" His laughter booming now. "I'm just saying, love! I completely agree! But the best colors are in the morning. Its so peaceful. Knowing you get the start the day fresh. Anything can happen if you set your mind to it. That day is yours." His words bringing a smile to my lips. He was so passionate about this. I would have never guessed.

"What's the best party you've ever been to?"

He leaned in and gave me a long, lingering kiss. I was caught up in him. His arms wrapping around my waist pulling me onto his lap. We were now sitting against my headboard. His back to the wall with me straddling his hips. His tongue slipping into the kiss. I don't know what I asked to deserve this but I'm glad I asked it. His hands ran through my hair. I leaned my head back when his lips connected to my neck. Sucking lightly against my skin. Sure to leave a mark. My mouth forming an 'O' as he continued his assault on my neck. I ran my hand through his morning curls and let him continue kissing down my body. His lips pressing against the skin on top of my boobs. He felt amazing. His bulge creeping up against my thigh. I smirked at the thought of just making him like this. His hot breath fanned over my skin. "Yours." His voice being heard after 3 minutes of whatever it was we just done. My eyes flickered open "what?" I gave him another kiss on his lips and continued to sit on his lap. "Best party I've ever been to, yours." His smirk effecting the way I was thinking. I wanted to jump this man's bones right here. Would that be to soon? He pulled my head against his and kissed me deep. We fought for dominance but he won. I lightly ran my hand down his chest. Causing goosebumps to form on him. He broke the kiss and stared at me. I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. "Dont do that." He continued to stare at my lips. "Do what?" I leaned forward and started leaving little kisses against his neck then to this chest. "Lip biting. Don't do that" his eyes shut now. "Why is that?" My voice trying to sound sexy. I was trying so hard for this man. "Because you look sexy as fuck when you do it and I dont want to rush anything." His green eyes staring into me now. Did he just say I looked sexy as fuck? Did I hear that right? "Oh" Really. 'Oh' that's all you got Avery.

"Good morning! Do you guys want breakfast? We were about to head out." Bray's voice coming from the other side of the door. I looked at harry waiting for him to decide. "Yeah that sounds good." He shouted back. A smile creeping onto my face. "Get your bra wearing, underwear barley covering anything, sexy ass off of me and get dressed. Its breakfast time woman!" His cheerful tone making me laugh. "I'm sorry! I like sleeping this way!" I tried to defend! As I crawled off of him and stood up, he pulled my legs so I fell into his grasp. His legs dangling over the side of my bed and me standing in between his legs now. He cupped my butt and kissed my stomach. "You're beautiful, Ave" he let go of my legs and I was left smiling down to him. He was fucking perfect. "Thank you Harry."

We got dressed quickly and walked out of the bedroom. Meeting a very happy Braylee. "Good morning you two! Are you guys ready?" I looked at harry as he grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze. "Yeah" his deep voice answering bray. I looked around for Louis but couldn't find him "he's in the car waiting for us. He had a call so he just went out there." Braylee answering my questioning face. I gave bray a nod and picked up my cellphone. "Ready?" I turned to harry who still had my hand in his. "Of course. Breakfast is my favorite" his grin widening at the mention of food.