Taste (H.S. / A.U.)

Chapter 34*

TRIPLE UPDATE: Chapter 34-36

We have another longer updated chapter. I also just wanted to say thank you, I love you all, and I appreciate the fact you are reading this nonsense. I also promised Alover_Azele a smut chapter... ask and you shall receive right?!?! I hope you love it.

ELOISE DUPONT

The heaviness of the naked man sprawled across me, entangled in the blankets, I awoke to a slight headache. I was not so drunk last night that I forget any decisions, or even have a blurred sense of the events, but enough to where today I realize I am a little dehydrated and needing a real meal, no more of this eating on the go between class moments.

We never put on clothes after our shower, instead wrapping towels around us, ordering food from the only open place that delivered that late at night, and then ending the evening cuddled up together naked once again. It was so easy and comfortable with Harry, when you forget the rest of the world exists and it's just us two, it's nearly perfect.

I tried to slide my body away but was entirely unsuccessful while Harry's arm wraps tighter across my stomach and pulled me back into him. He was warm and smelled of cologne despite all the events of the evening, events that were still dancing around in my mind. Harry's body stirs only for a moment while a light groan emits and he buries his face deeper into his small mountain of pillows.

My brain threatened to imagine different scenarios, dangerous ones that I had no place in partaking in. They were only going to hurt me if I continued considering them to be anything more than a daydream or fantasy. I liked pretending though, imagining more nights like last night, with mornings waking up cuddled up, a day ready to be had with someone. Currently though, my mind could only fill that position with Harry, and I wasn't sure why. Of course he was fun, he was nice, considerate, overly gorgeous, and his abilities to satisfy me were clearly perfected, but it was Harry Styles. I know the recipe for disaster and this was it. He is the closest thing to a real rebound I have had since Chase, because this was the first time I saw the person more than once, or even allowed myself to open up to them. Why I did open up to Harry is still a mystery even to me, but I guess my mind liked to play pretend and hope that somehow Harry felt the tied invisible string between us that I did, the one that longed for me to tell him that maybe I did slightly like him. But, that's silly, and it isn't true.

At least that is what I am going to tell myself.

"Early."

His voice was gruff, gravely and low while he raised his head to look at the clock on the nightstand. He shook his head while burying it back into the bed, this time I could feel the stubble scratching lightly at my side while he got closer, "too early Ellie, we need more sleep."

Brushing away some of his hair I leaned over, involuntarily kissing the side of his head. A small hum comes from Harry and my mind realizes just how intimate my mistake was, "Harry you can still sleep, but I need to get up and do some stuff, can I please be uncaged here." I tap a finger onto his arms and he huffs before loosening the grip. As I started to stretch and get out of the bed, I noticed Harry was mimicking my moves, propping himself up and coming back to life.

"What are we doing today?"

My eyes grow as my brows knit together, "we?"

Harry nods. "I told the band I was going to meet them tomorrow in Warsaw, so today, I am all yours."

I have to gulp away the budding nerves that arose in my throat, because it's as if Harry could hear my earlier thoughts, but that was impossible. I was being irrational, he was only here because... "why are you here again?"