Unlikely (H.S.)

twenty-two

~Harry~

The morning sunlight slips through the blinds, casting soft patterns across Harper's bedroom. I wake up slowly, my body warm under the covers, and for a few seconds, I forget where I am. But then I feel her—Harper, curled up next to me, her body a gentle weight against mine. She's still fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

I can't help but smile as I watch her. There's something incredibly peaceful about this moment, and I let myself sink into it, basking in the calmness that's settled over the room. It's strange how quickly she's become such a big part of my life. This thing between us—it's happening fast, faster than I expected, but I don't feel panicked by it. Instead, it feels...right. Like something that's been in motion long before either of us even realized it.

I shift a little in bed, careful not to wake her. As I lie here, I can't stop thinking about how much I've grown to care about her, and how quickly those feelings took root. I didn't expect this. When I first saw that video of Harper, I was drawn to her—her wit, her confidence, the way she seems to share her love for cooking with her videos—but I didn't think it would evolve into something so real, so fast. Now, I can't imagine going back to how things were before.

I asked her to come on tour with me.

Jesus...

What was I thinking?

Honestly, I'm not mad about asking her. Sure, it feels a little crazy, even for me, but the idea of being away from her for so long...it's not something I even want to start to think about. I want her there, with me, sharing that part of my life, getting to see the world in a way she hasn't yet. I want to be the one to show her all these countries. I have figured out how to sightsee without being the attraction for everyone else. And I really want to share it with her.

She's gonna look so good watching me...

I can just imagine how wet her panties are gonna get...

The way her pussy is gonna feel around my cock once I'm off stage.

The way I'm gonna touch her when I go for my mid show wee...

The idea of her standing backstage, or watching from the crowd, makes not only my chest tighten, but my cock in the briefs I slept in.

Don't get a fucking boner, right now.

She's gonna think you're a horny horn dog if you constantly get an erection around her.

I try to calm my thoughts, reminding myself that she may not even be interested. I know I'm jumping ahead a bit, but the thought keeps running through my mind: what if she says no?

She won't say no...

She feels what I'm feeling, right?

Harper stirs beside me, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly wakes up. I watch as she stretches out, her arm brushing against mine, a soft groan escaping her lips.

"Morning," she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," I say quietly, a smile tugging at my lips as she turns toward me, blinking away the remnants of her dreams.

She gives me a lazy smile, her short hair sticking up in every direction. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," I lie. I've been awake for a while now, just enjoying the peace of this moment. "You looked too peaceful. Didn't want to disturb you."

She laughs softly and rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "I don't know how peaceful I look with my hair like this."

"You look perfect," I say without hesitation, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. She blushes slightly, and I love that I can make her do that. We've only physically been together for two days, but it feels longer with how much we'd been talking before I got to town.