Love Affair

Twelve

"Niamh... angel it's morning, you need to wake up."

Groaning into the pillow beneath my head I try to shuffle away from Niall's voice, squeezing my arms around Harry tighter as he sleeps peacefully in front of me. I'm so warm and cosy, the last thing I want to do is wake up.

I feel fingers thread softly through my hair, scratching heavenly at my scalp as if it's going to help me wake up when actually it's lulling me back to sleep. A gentle breath passing my lips as I begin to feel myself slipping into a deep slumber... only Niall's voice in my ear breaks me from it.

"Baby you have to be at work in just over an hour... I know you hate being late and in fifteen minutes when you're rushing it'll be my fault for not waking you up earlier." He speaks softly, pressing a delicate kiss right in front of my ear in the hopes his affection wakes me up.

My groaning gets more agitated which makes him chuckle softly like he finds the whole ordeal funny - asshole.

"Come on, I know you're awake now." His fingers curl into my shoulder gently, giving me a shake and it feels like my relaxed body is flailing around the bed dramatically. It makes Harry join in the groaning, having been shaken when I was. "Oh don't you start, you need to get up too."

"Five more minutes." Harry requests in a quiet voice, it sounds like he's been awake for a while but pretending to sleep so he doesn't have to get up.

"Nope you said that twenty ago, it's time to get up."

Then he does the unthinkable.

The asshole pulls the thick, warm, beautiful duvet off of our bodies in a quick evil movement. Harry and I both desperately try to grasp the material before it disappears but it's no use, it's on the floor within a second and we cling to each other for warmth in the cold bedroom.

"You're both being such drama queens this morning..." He grabs my hands, beginning to peel me up from the mattress by them. "You both have work, you can sleep later."

My eyes creak open to see him knelt on the mattress, he's so pretty but such an asshole for this. His hair is swooped beautifully, I just want to run my fingers through the soft stands and kiss all over his pretty face. He's already dressed for the day, well half dressed, wearing a white shirt that's buttoned up for the most part except a few of the top ones and he's got navy suit pants on which are tight around his thighs.

Fuck his thighs.

"You're checking me out so you're definitely awake now." He grins, leaning closer until our noses are touching. His breath is minty so I don't dare breathe, holding the gross oxygen in my lungs so I don't choke him with my morning breath.

He pulls back and raises a brow at my silence, seeing my face beginning to turn red from the lack of oxygen entering my system and he chuckles, "come on, you can kiss me right now... I think I deserve one for getting your lazy ass out of bed."