HARRY STYLES
Despite how late Lana and I were up last night, I'm still awake before the sun and she's still fast asleep under my arm. She's wearing my Rolling Stones T-shirt that she stole from my flat to wear when we're not together and I love seeing her in it. Strangely enough, I also love seeing her in her own bed when this is new for me. We've never slept over at her place before but I've always imagined her here when I'm sleeping in my own bed without her. More than anything listed above, I love her. And she loves me.
When she pulled back to look at me, I was petrified. I thought for sure I had just made the night worse and she was going to tell me that it was way too soon for us to be talking about love, but I think the reason I said it is because there was a part of me that was heavily suspicious that she might feel the same way. I've lost count of how many times I've almost said it during or right after sex, but not just then. Sometimes, she'd be looking at me with such a soft gaze that it made me wonder. I guess I was right, thank God.
Allison is the only other woman I've ever said I love in a romantic sense, but I don't remember those three words altering our physical chemistry the way it did with Lana last night. She kept telling me we had to be quiet, but she was the one who kept saying my name loud enough for the building next door to hear and she was smiling through every satisfied moan she let out.
Even as I close my eyes now, all I can see is her grinding on me while on top or her eyes rolling shut while she was underneath me. We destroyed her sheets to the point that she had to take them off and put new ones on for us to sleep with, and we were so sweaty and sticky that it made more sense for us to take a shower to clean up afterward.
My stomach is in knots as I lift my head to see my phone plugged in on her nightstand on the other side of the bed, but I can't reach it. I just want to see what time it is and if it's absurdly early for me to wake her so we can spend some time with each other before I have to leave for the restaurant.
"Is everything okay?" She whispers with a hoarse voice after feeling me move around.
"Yeah, I'm sorry," I relax again as she rolls onto her side to see me.
She hums tiredly as I move a strand of hair away from her face, but then she turns away to check the time so I don't have to. "What time do you have to leave?"
"I talked to Hayden yesterday, so he's going to the market for me this morning," I explain. "I don't have to be there until probably ten at the latest."
"Oh my God," she squeaks excitedly as she cuddles in closer to me. "I get you all morning?"
I laugh with my hand resting on her jaw, slotting my lips between hers for a soft kiss. "All morning."
She blinks her tired eyes open to see mine. "Let me make you breakfast."
"I should make you breakfast," I argue.
"Uh-uh," she pecks my lips again. "My apartment, my rules."
Before I can give her another kiss, she moves away from me and gets out of bed, walking to her bathroom on the other side of the flat with my t-shirt fitting her like a short dress. I allow myself to close my eyes for another minute, only opening them when I hear the toilet flush and the faucet running.
Her flat is still dim as the sun rises, but it's bright enough for me to see her walking over to her tiny kitchenette. Truthfully, I've been dying to cook here and break a record for the smallest kitchen I've ever made a three-course dinner in. I have yet to do it, but I'm sure it'll happen sooner than later.
"What are you going to make?" I sit up on my elbow.
"Pancakes, and...bacon, and...eggs," she decides each food as she finds them in her refrigerator, but I can't help but get out of bed when I see her pull out a box of Bisquick.
