HARRY STYLES
When Lana is sleeping right next to me, I miss her. That's something I can't quite bring myself to admit to her or anyone else because it's honestly humiliating. She's right next to me and her body is pressed to mine, but I wish she was talking to me or playing with my hair, or tracing my lips when I'm trying to tell her something. When she's asleep, it feels like she's gone and I hate that. I don't sleep well when she's staying at Allison's or when she's back at her own flat. She's spoiled me.
Because I'm selfish, I brush my lips across her forehead before I kiss her there and her temple next. By the third kiss, she shifts against me and slides her arm across my waist, hugging me tightly with what little strength she has at five in the morning.
"Don't go today," she whispers without yet opening her eyes.
I smile because we both know that I can't just not go to work, but I appreciate her saying it anyway. "I need to."
"Mm-mm," she makes her way to lie down on top of me, and then I'm so tempted. I could just send one quick text to Jeff and tell him I've got the flu or food poisoning, and I could spend the whole day with Jane and Lana together. What a fucking dream come true.
"I wish," I hold her waist and glide my hands down to her ass, squeezing just to make her squirm a little. "I'm going to make it home for bedtime today, though."
She nods her understanding and slides halfway off of me to rest her head on my pillow, looking up at me with tired teal irises. "Jane will be happy to see you."
I adjust my head to see her better. "What about my girlfriend?"
Her eyes close as she smiles wide at the mention of the word. "What about her?"
"Is she gonna be happy to see me?"
"She's always happy to see you," she leaves her eyes closed, blindly reciprocating my kiss, but that's my cue to leave so she can rest until it's time to wake up with Jane.
As always, I complete my morning routine as quietly as I can so as not to disturb either girls in the flat, but I do take the time to kiss them both. Jane, being the little darling that she is, is sprawled out on her belly with her head resting directly on the mattress rather than her pillow. I have to stifle a laugh as I gently adjust her so she doesn't wake up with a sore neck, and she stays mostly unconscious all the while.
"I love you, princess," I kiss her full cheek and pull her blankets further up her back before going across the hall to see Lana. She's hugging the pillow I slept on, and I can feel the jealousy coursing through my veins to see her leg hiked up over it. I'm jealous of a pillow.
Rather than telling her that I love her the way I'm almost tempted to, I kiss her lips three times until she starts to smile. "Bye, darling."
Her smile grows as I kiss the corner of her mouth, and she whispers, "Bye, baby."
I shake my head at her for that, but she doesn't even see it before I stand upright and convince myself that leaving is the right choice. I keep telling myself that as I lock the flat, as I exit the building, and as I walk to work. When I step into the sunshine-filled dining room to see Jeff and Glenne smiling as they talk together, I'm immediately suspicious.
"What's going on?" I stop in my tracks.
"Nothing," Glenne chuckles.
"Then why are you both smiling?"
"Because we're human, H," Jeff sarcastically answers. "It's something that human beings do. You wouldn't understand."
I squint at both of them. "Are you pregnant or something?"
