The early morning sun peeking through the window woke me from my slumber. Spiraling from my usual sleeping position on my stomach to lay on my back, I noticed the vacant space next to me. A figure was outlined in the sheets, signifying that the lurid, unusual yet extremely attractive guy that had brought me home the night before was already awake.
Next to mind was the thought that I was unclothed, which I was. The thin sheet delayed my body from being fully exposed. I rose from the bed, holding the sheet close to my chest to prevent my chest from being apparent.
Attempting to contemplate my thoughts, I recalled the previous night: the moans and cries of pleasure, the pants, the line of profanities that rolled off our lips.
I ascertained the sound of light footsteps. I was momentarily oblivious to what was occurring as a conventional shape appeared in the doorway. Harry's flawless physique captivated me, eyes locking on him. He stood shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his waist, defining the lines that vanished into the hem. I absentmindedly took my bottom lip between my teeth, lustfully beholding the way he was carefully assembled.
"You have a really bad habit of doing that," I heard his grating voice speak, chuckling. My eyes averted to his face, recognizing that he was consuming a piece of toast, with what seemed to be marmalade.
"Ha ha," I sarcastically laughed. "Where are my clothes?"
"Mostly downstairs," he said before he carved out another piece of the toast.
I breathed out heavily, annoyed that I had no proper article of clothing to conceal myself.
"I've already seen you naked, so it's not like you have anything to hide," he shrugged, enjoying my growing embarrassment.
"Are you this smug with all the girls you bring home?" I asked, irritated.
"No, but I like you," he confirmed. His tilted his body, nonchalantly leaning against the doorway.
I scowled at him, unamused. "Look, I just need some clothes, and I'll be out of your hair."
"You didn't want to be 'out of my hair' last night. I recall you tugging on my hair, actually." His eyebrows mischievously wiggled, a smirk forming on his plush lips as he brought the toast to his mouth once again.
"How are you so arrogant?"
His shoulders jolted. "I just am."
"Can I just have some clothes?"
"Ah, ah, ah," he shook his head, waving his pointer finger. "We have to ask nicely, now don't we?"
I rolled my eyes, biting my tongue to prevent myself from saying something unnecessary.
"Can I have some clothes, please?" I repeated.
"Better," he nodded. His frame pushed off the doorway as he advanced to the chest of drawers that stood directly in front of the bed I was currently settled on. Mind told me that I simply could've gotten up and quickly grabbed something, but guessing by his existent actions, he would have found a way to prevent me from doing so.
He rummaged through the drawer, soon discovering what looked like a rather large t shirt. He found it suitable, nodding in approval before he tossed it to me.
"You can borrow that for now."
I held the t shirt up in front of me, examining it. The Pink Floyd logo was printed on it, slightly faded. It seemed sufficient, large and wide enough to shield my tiny figure.
"Thanks," I mumbled. Eager to leave, I hurriedly slipped the shirt over my head, uncrinkling the fabric to bring it down my body. I wasn't going to let Harry get his way by seeing me nude if I had stood and put the shirt on, which would have been easier.
"Wow, you really don't want me to see you naked, do you?" Harry chuckled. He was located at the foot of the bed, arms folded across his chest. Corners of his rotund lips curving upwards.
"Not more than you already have, no," I retorted, slinging my legs over the edge of the bed. Ignoring Harry's comments, I promptly scanned the room for my underwear.
Harry cleared his throat. My eyes inclined to him, catching my attention. To my disadvantage, in his hand he held my underwear. Scorning the clothing, he grasped it between his pointer finger and thumb, displaying it.
"Looking for something?" he grimaced.
A sound of disgust emitted from me as I snatched the underwear out of his hand.
"You're such a prick," I spat.
"Thanks," he winked.
"How drunk was I?" I muttered.
"Drunk enough to know that you wanted to sleep with me, but not drunk enough for me to feel like I was taking advantage."
I was irritated, his audacious personality becoming bothersome, to say the least.
"Turn around," I demanded.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not going to leave with no underwear on, and I'd rather not have you watch me."
"Maybe I won't turn around, then you can't put on your underwear." A grin danced on his lips, dimple indented in his right cheek.
That was it.
I pressed my hands to his chest before bulldozing him to the nearest wall. His back pounded against the wall, my sudden force being surprising. My small dimension deprived me from fully intimidating him, but I still held my ground. My brown orbs looked fixedly at him, eyes boring into him as my lips were set in straight line.
"Listen to me," I stated firmly. "Yeah, you got me to sleep with you, and it was great, but that doesn't mean that you have to be an autocratic jerk." As I continued, I noticed the pompous features that were evident soften. "You need to get over yourself and realize that not everyone is going to like this cocky attitude you have, especially me."
He consummated my words, knowing that I meant what I said. I withdrew to allow him to emerge from the wall. Silent and taken aback, he awaited my next move.
"Now turn around so I can properly dress myself," I said, sustaining him to follow my instructions.
He circled so that his back was to me, facing the wall he precedently was forced against. He seemed much like a child put in time-out.
I was content with my dominance; the tables have turned. I proceeded in my task to put on my underwear.
"Okay, I'm done," I announced, beckoning him to shift back around.
He did so, a pleased contortion discerned on his face.
"What?"
"I'm going to enjoy this," he deviously smiled.
"Enjoy what?"
"You."
