Remedy (H.S.)

46

Kennedy Simmons

A knock on the door woke me up from my deep and peaceful sleep. "What?" I whined loudly so that the person behind the door would hear me. "We're landing in fifteen minutes." Zayn said from the other side of the door. "Okay."

I tried to move but something prevented me from doing so. It was Harry. He had fallen asleep next to me. I didn't expect him to sty but he did. But what I had definitely not expected was beeing in this position.

Our legs were tangled together as he held me as close to him as possible. My back was pressed tightly against his hard chest. His tattoo-littered arm was around me, holding me securely and his hand was positioned on my stomach and under my shirt. He had layed his chin on top of my head while I was using his other arm as a pillow.

The warmth of his body had a calming effect on me that I couldn't explain but I liked. I can't remember the last time I felt so in peace.

I could feel every single little movement of his just like I could feel his quiet and stable breathing. I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was just as relaxed as I was.

That was quite an intimate position if you ask me but I didn't mind it. For some reason laying in his arms felt so right. It was so warm and it gave me a strong feeling security.

But no matter how much I enjoyed it, it had to end.

Once again I made an attempt to release myself but instead of letting me go he pulled me closer as a sleepy whine left his lips. "Stay." He murmured. My heart melted the moment he buried his head in the crook of my neck and placed a soft, lazy kiss on my warm skin. Sleepy Harry had to be my favourite version of his. "We're landing in fifteen minutes." I whispered.

With great difficulty I managed to turn away and face him. He still refused to remove his face from my neck and when I tried to pull away he pushed me even closer to his body. I decided to let myself enjoy that for a few more seconds because, knowing him, this would probably mot happen for a while.

His soft scent was intoxicating and the moment he started drawing abstract patterns with his thumb in my back I started doubting that this was reality. Maybe this was an extremely realistic dream. My mind was subconsciously creating the perfect peaceful moment that I needed.

My theory about dream and reality was proved wrong the moment another knock was heard on the door. "Five minutes." Zayn yelled from the other side.

Harry groaned and eventually let go of me. "We slept through the whole journey." He mumbled with a hint of surprise in his hoarse voice. "We were both physically and emotionally exhausted. We needed that."

He got out of bed, put his shoes on again and started gathering our stuff. His movements were lazy and slow making clear to anyone the fact that he had just woken up after a really long sleep. He kinda looked like day-drunk as he struggled to keep his balance the moment the jet was landing. It was quite a cute view.

When the jet stopped moving I put my shoes on too and proceeded to take my suitcase but before I could he took it and motioned me to open the door. After I did as he asked me to I followed him outside where a few men I had never seen before were waiting to get our stuff.

"Where exactly are we?" I asked the moment we stepped out of the jet. It was noon here. The sun was too bright for me and the sudden exposion to all this light made me kinda dizzy. Harry noticed and placed his hand around my waist to prevent me from falling. I closed my eyes and rubbed them. I kept the closed for a moment and then opened them really slowly, allowing myself to get used to the light.

"We're in a village in southern France. I don't really remember the name of it so you can ask Zayn about it instead. Tomorrow there are organised races and I took part in them hoping to get closer to our target and find whatever information I can." I nodded not needing to know anything else yet and I followed him in a car.