[September 30th, 2016]
11:02 AM
I wake up to the soft sunlight streaming through the window. It's the perfect temperature under the covers, just inbetween hot and cold. I feel Harry's warmth beneath me, his chest solid against my cheek. I stretch lazily, feeling Harry move beside me. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer, and I snuggle into his arms.
With a contented sigh, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. Harry's fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, sending shivers down my spine.
As the morning light dances across the room, I realize that this is where I belong—in Harry's arms.
"Baby?" Harry's voice murmurs, his tone sleepy.
"Mh-hmm," I reply softly, sinking deeper into the warmth of his embrace.
"You smell good," he mumbles, his words slightly slurred from sleep.
I chuckle softly, my hand gently finding its way to his hair, fingers brushing through the tousled strands.
His breathing steadies, a contented sigh escaping his lips. The rise and fall of his chest beneath me create a steady rhythm that lulls me back into a comfortable drowsiness.
"Are you hungry?" he asks, his voice still tinged with sleep.
"Mhmm, a little," I mumble back, nuzzling closer into his warmth. "You?"
He nods, his eyes still closed, a small smile playing on his lips.
"What do you wanna eat?" I ask, my voice soft and tired.
"Mhmm, pancakes? I could eat pancakes," he responds, his smile widening as he imagines the fluffy breakfast.
I chuckle softly, rubbing my eyes as I try to scoot out of bed.
"Hey, where are you going? You're so warm," Harry protests, pulling me back into his embrace with a playful grin.
I laugh, melting back into his arms. "To the kitchen, pancakes?"
He sighs. "Fine, I'll come with you," he concedes, giving in to the irresistible combination of pancakes and my company.
I slip out of bed and reach for one of his oversized T-shirts, pulling it over my head along with some short jogging shorts. As I make my way to the kitchen, I feel his arms wrap around my waist, catching me by surprise. We shuffle towards the kitchen like a pair of penguins, giggling together.
I laugh, leaning my head back against his shoulder as we waddle together towards the kitchen. We reach the kitchen and Harry releases me, moving to the coffee maker while I start preparing the pancake batter.
As the pancakes sizzle on the griddle and the aroma of coffee fills the air, we exchange banter and easy conversation. Harry steals occasional glances at me, a fond smile playing on his lips as he watches me move around the kitchen.
"You know, you look quite sexy in my shirt," he says softly, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.
I turn to him with a playful smirk. "Are you saying I don't look sexy all the time?"
Harry laughs, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Of course not. But my shirt definitely adds to the sexiness," he replies, stepping closer to wrap his arms around me once more.
11:58 AM
Later after breakfast we're back in bed, Harry is leaning against the headboard, lazily strumming his guitar while I lie at the foot of the bed, captivated by his impromptu melody. His voice, smooth and playful.
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H.S | Same song, second verse | Second book
Fanfiction[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"] Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection. Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
