Unlikely (H.S.)

twenty

~Harry~

To say that last night was incredible would be an understatement. Then this morning, I'm at a loss for words. Not only was the sex out of this world, but the emotional connection I am feeling for Harper is just making this whole thing seem so much realer.

Waking up a second time on Saturday morning after our morning escapades felt like a perfect continuation of the dream I didn't want to end. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room, and I couldn't help but smile as I looked down at Harper, still curled up beside me. Her breathing was steady and calm, her hair a tangled mess that somehow made her even more beautiful. The memories of last night and earlier this morning lingered in my mind—how everything felt so natural, so right. It wasn't just the incredible sex, though that was definitely a part of it. It was the way we connected, like we were perfectly in sync, understanding each other without needing to say much.

Eventually, Harper stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "Morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning, again," I replied with a chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. I wanted to stay in bed with her all day, but there was a shared understanding between us—an acknowledgment that we both had things to do, that life was waiting beyond the comfort of her bedroom.

"Do you want to join me for my barre class?" Harper asked, her voice a mix of hopeful and teasing.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're going to a workout class after last night aaaaaaand this morning!?"

She laughed softly, stretching out beside me. "It's a Saturday tradition. Besides, it's more about stretching and toning. You might actually enjoy it."

I grinned, knowing full well that she was challenging me. "Alright, I'm in. But I need to swing by my Airbnb first to grab some clothes. I can't exactly go to class in last night's outfit."

"Fair point," she said, smirking as she glanced at the clothes scattered across the floor. "Let's get moving then."

As we got dressed and headed out, I couldn't resist making a joke. "So, I guess this is what they call a walk of shame."

Harper shot me a look, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "You don't want me to come with you, do you?"

I stopped in my tracks, surprised by the sudden shift in her mood. "No, it's not that at all. I want you to come with me—everywhere, actually," I said, trying to reassure her. "I was just making a joke, but I'm happy you're coming."

Her expression softened, and she nodded, slipping her hand into mine. "Okay, good. Let's go."

We made a quick stop at my Airbnb, where I grabbed some clothes and changed into something more appropriate for a workout and some other clothes in case Harper wanted to do something after her class. While I pillaged through my disastrous luggage, Harper waited patiently, scrolling through her phone as I got ready. She looked up at one point, as if she were to say something, but quickly shut her mouth without uttering a word.

That was weird....

Maybe I've upset her?

Of course, I've gone and fucked this up already.

Maybe we shouldn't have slept together last night?

Did I move too fast for her?

My brain rattled off explanations for her not speaking as I finished changing and packing my other clothes in a tote bag. I ran to the washroom and grabbed my toiletries bag and tossed it into the tote as well.