21 Murders | Harry Styles AU (discontinued)

XLI. Reverie

reverie (noun):  a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream

Noelle's POV

My eyes open due to a slit in the curtain letting light seep straight through the window and onto the mattress. Other than the obvious opening in the curtain, the rest of the room is tranquil in quietness and serene peacefulness. It takes a moment to realize that the heavy heat draped around my waist is an arm. Harry's arm, to be exact.

A smile forces its way onto my lips at the flushing reminder of what last night brought about. Every waking moment that was spent was spent in pleasure, except the first few minutes of uncomfortable wincing and shifting. He was so careful and kind that it was bearable, and even if our forever- as Harry likes to put it- doesn't last an eternity, I'm glad I could have had my first sexual experience with a man as great as he. 

The soft snores and breath fanning above my ear tell me that Harry hasn't awakened yet. Although I am extremely warm and have to pee, the clock only reads ten after eight and that is far too much time to get up and wait for everyone else to awaken.

Contently yawning, I snuggle back into Harry's chest and rest my head onto his muscular bicep - this time with my face not in the direct path of early morning sunlight.

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"El," a poking on my forearm awakens me from sleep. This time, Harry stands on the side of the bed dressed in sleeping pants and a t-shirt. His hand holds out a warm mug of his famous tea- the only kind I can stand pleasantly- and I rub the sleep from my eyes while trying to sit up.

I wince while doing so, Harry seeing and smirking to himself but not speaking about the obvious reason. I still need to tell him about Arthur and Nate, but it'll take baby steps. This morning needs to go by smoothly and I know that if I spill the information now, Arthur won't have a chance in hell at ever making it out of this apartment.

We don't need more drama. Or lies, my subconscious adds and I frown at her.

"G'morning," I yawn and wrap both my hands around the steaming mug. It is cow-printed and little ears poke out adorably from the sides. Adorned in a red collar and a small bell, I smile at the mug and look back up.

"Morning," Harry responds and I can tell he has been up for a while due to the normality of his tone. "How are you feeling?" he asks and I bring the cover up to tuck under my armpits. I pat the bed next to me and his long body lays sideways on my left.

My cheeks flame at his question. "A bit sore."

"That's expected," he chuckles, but behind his eyes is something more. "Was it.."

"Was it what?" I quirk a brow. His curly hair falls into his eyes as he looks down so I brush it back softly. I will never get over how soft his hair feels while twirled around my index finger.

"Was it- was I okay? I didn't hurt you or anything, right?" The pure innocence in his eyes while he asks such a personal question astounds me. Usually I'd cower away but I can't remove my eyes from his gleaming, childish ones.

"Yeah, it was perfect," I answer him honestly. Although I never expected our discussion would end in sex, our confessions brought us inaudibly closer and once hormones and longing and need jumped in the mix, there was no way to avoid it. And I wouldn't have if there was. "Was I?"

"You did extremely well for your first time." He finishes for me and the embarrassment in my cheeks makes me duck down and hide my face. Harry's cheeks are also very reddened but in a more attractive way than mine.