Fight Club (h.s.)

Part 15

A finger brushes over my forehead, my lips frowning at the touch. Two lips press to the side of my nose and I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes due to the light that itches to be seen.

"Wake up beautiful," I hear Harry whisper, his lips pressing around my face. My lips curve and he lightly touches my lips with his.

As I move my hands to his cheeks, his smile comes into view when my eyes open. His shirtless torso is warm and he kisses the tip of my nose.

"How long have you been up?" I ask, his arms wrapping around me but he still keeps his weight off me.

"Too long. It's eleven," he says, my hands still holding his face as I close my eyes again. He kisses my cheek and laughs as I nearly fall back asleep.

"Come on. It's time to get up," he says, moving his hands to my waist. A laugh escapes my lips, his hands warm against my bare skin. It had been late and after I removed my dress, I fell into bed and met sleep quickly. I didn't even care I was only in my bra and underwear.

"I made breakfast for you," he says, my hand grabbing his shoulder.

"Really?" I smile, running my hand over my eye.

"Yes. Now come and eat with me," he says, rolling off me and grabbing his shirt from last night. He hands it to me and I button it onto my torso.

"I have to go to my dorm today," I tell him, his hands tugging me off the bed. He quickly wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my forehead.

"Fine. But you'll text me tonight," he says, my head nodding.

We walk to the kitchen and sit at his table, my hand grabbing the fork and eating the pancakes he had made for the two of us. They're good and I'm pleasantly surprised at his new talent.

"I didn't know you cooked," I smile, his lips curving.

He nods, swallowing and grabbing my hand.

"I do. Not often, but I know how to."

I nod and he entwines our fingers.

"What do you have to do today?" he asks, my lips releasing a sigh.

"Two essays and talk to the editor of the newspaper," I say, his body turning to me.

"About this internship, can you tell me about it?" he asks, my head nodding.

"It's Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and I'm basically editing stories. I have to contact the guy about the details," I explain, his eyebrows frowning.

"And how old is this guy?" he asks, his dominating and possessive side appearing.

"I think he's fifty. I know he's married," I sooth, his head nodding.

I've never understood his possessive nature with me. There isn't anything to worry about. I could never be unfaithful; his anger too much to handle, let alone what would happen if I had even attempted speaking to another man.

But I'm not that kind of girl. Harry's the only guy in my mind; his protection something I've lacked from a man my entire life.

"Just know I support you, but if you come home with a story on how any man hurt you in anyway, there will be bloodshed," he says, my eyes widening.

"No," I say, his lips curving at my reaction. He pulls me to him and kisses my cheek.

"It's just a warning. No one messes with you," he says, my lips releasing a sigh.

"I just- I don't want you to inflict pain upon every man who so much as brushes my shoulder," I say, his hands pulling my waist up. I straddle his waist and he grabs my cheeks, looking up at me.