Grace's POV
My mind grows awake along with my body. My eyes flicker open and I look up to see Harry's green eyes, with his fingers intertwined with my fallen hair. He smiles noticing my new consciousness, "Good morning, love" his voice was low and raspy as if he, himself had woken up not too long ago.
"Morning." I say covering my face, "blinded" by the sun.
He just chuckles amused at my morning state of mind.
"What time is it?" I manage to groan.
"I haven't checked." He leans to the other side of the bed to look at the clock, "8:15"
"I guess it's time to get up." I pull the covers off of me.
"I guess so." He says with a huff, irritated. "Maybe we could go out for breakfast, my treat?" He suggests.
"Sounds good, where?" I ask. I walk over to my dresser. Shit I need to change... awkward
"I think there's an Ihop around here right?" He chuckles.
His laugh makes my life crumble.
"Hey Harry..." I pause, holding a pair of leggings and a grey t-shirt up.
"Oh, right, I'll turn around." He faces the wall.
I quickly take my shorts off, replacing them with black leggings. Next, I remove my shirt, putting my grey Stanford t-shirt on to cover my skin.
"Okay, your all good, I'm done." I inform him.
"You've got a nice bum." He turns around, smirking.
I blush in embarrassment and confusion all at once, "What?"
"There's a mirror right here." He snickers, pointing at the mirror that had once been just to the left of his face.
"I told you not look!" I yell playfully "Even through a mirror."
"I couldn't help it." He gathers his bottom lip in his teeth. "You're just so hart to resist." He winks.
"Yeah right!" I throw my shorts at him.
"Oo, thanks girl, I was going to ask if i could barrow some shorts anyway." He says in a fake american girl accent.
"Are you making fun of me?" I approach him pretending to be tough, ending up falling out of character shortly after, because of laughter.
"I'd never do that. I love your accent." He smirks, standing, bringing us closer.
"Do you like American accents or English accents better?" I ask, resting my hands on his shoulders.
"I like American accents better because it's something different, and the way you talk is so smooth and beautiful." He smirks placing his hands on my lower back, nearing my back side. I giggle notifying my awareness of his movement twards my ass. He chuckles, deviously.
"Okay, Harry, you're distracting me. I need to get some makeup on." I take my hand off his shoulders, releasing myself from his grip.
"You don't need any makeup." He pauses, "or clothes." He tugs a little at the top of my leggings, revealing a small patch of my bum.
I knock his hand away, pulling my pants back up, laughing at his desperation.
"I don't need make up, I just want it, but sadly it would be illegal if I walked around without clothes on." I joke reaching for my concealer applying some on my under eye and any blemish marks I had, blending it with a damp beauty blender.
"You hate clothes too?" He says, obviously finding a similar trait we both carried.
"Yes, which is ironic because I wear clothes for a living." I laugh at my own joke.
"That is a little odd." He ferows his eyebrows.
I next, to add a little warmth to my face apply a peachy blush to my cheecks, achieving that dewy look.
"Is Isabella up, do you think?" Harry asks, reassuring a hair tie to his curly brown locks into a cute little bun.
"She probably already got coffee, but I'll check before we leave." I curl my eyelashes before doing a few coats of mascara and then some lip bam. "Oh, lord, I forgot I had hair." I laugh realizing my mess of a hair. I then throw half of it up into a small bun, just to get at least some of it out of my face.
"When I was in primary school I hated getting up in the morning." He laughs, "Now I just can't stand myself to sleep past 9."
"That's exactly how I was!" I relate, " My mom had to nearly drag me out of bed." I think back. "Sorry for taking long." I apologize, putting deodorant onto my under arms.
"No rush, take your time." He assures me, "I did have a sister."
"Right! Gemma!" I recall, somewhere in the depths of my memory.
"Yeah, she's visiting our mum right now." He adds. I love how he calls his mom "mum". He seemed to admire and love her so much. It was precious.
"She seems like a lovely girl, she's quite pretty as well." I compliment, sitting down next to Harry with my shoes in my hand, slipping them onto my feet.
"One day you'll have to meet her."
Harry, why do you make my heart shatter into pieces. (in a good way)
"Definitely."
