blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

XIX. I'll See You With Your Laughter Lines

*whispers* it's 5:30 am

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~ Ariana ~

Clouds, skies of lavender and that intoxicating smell of mint, disappeared without warning and was replaced by a hammering pain in my head. I moaned at the uncomfortable yet familiar feeling, bringing back memories of my early years when I'd run into a wall I couldn't see.

"Oh shït, sorry."

"Harry." I groaned in response, my eyes still glued shut from the annoying morning stars that formed during my sleep.

"I don't know where that wall came from." Harry muttered under his breath. "Damn wall."

"What are you doing?" I murmured.

I felt something soft brush against the underside of my arm.

"Is that your penis?" I asked in confusion.

"No, those are my hands." He replied, chuckling under his breath. "How in the hell would you assume it's my penis if I'm literally carrying you against my chest? You're nowhere near my penile region."

"Wishful thinking, and wow you have really soft hands. Do you use hand cream?"

Harry laughed softly, "Yes actually, I do."

"You have to hook a sister up. My hands are drier than my sex life."

"Your hands are fine, and you know I can change that."

"I'm tempted, not going to lie. But Harry I have to deny you for once because I am a woman of my word. I will not have sex with you until I have full and complete trust in you again. For that to happen, I must forgive you." I told him. "However, I am impartial towards the occasional oral sex every now and then."

"It's late, you've been drinking." He laughed as I gasped.

"Neigh good sir, I am fine. No alcohol has touched these lips since your birthday." I boasted. "It's just super late so I'm not thinking straight."

"What are you, a horse now?" He sniggered.

"No, but would I have sex with a horse? Neigh."

Harry's chest rumbled as his laughter surged through his entire body. He felt like a massage chair; it was quite enjoyable. His infectious laughter caused me to laugh as well, which lead him to laugh even harder. I was amazed by how high pitched his laughter sounded compared to his normal speaking voice. I'm not here to quote myself but he could be the next Mariah Carey.

My thoughts were scrambled yet again when I felt my body become one with a cloud. It was a pleasant surprised and I immediately curled into a ball, pressing my face against the cotton as I moaned in delight.

"Hey, I didn't carry you all the way up here for you to fall asleep on me just yet." Harry complained. "You have to change into your jammies."

"My what?" I stifled my laughter. "What are you, three?"

"Don't be," I felt something soft hit my foot, "fūcking," and again on my hip, "rude."

I gasped and pulled the object from his hands. Staring at him blankly, then at the pillow, I shook my head in grief.

"You asked for this Kim." I sighed, earning a smirk from Harry who held another pillow.

I curled my lips in concentration as I swung the pillow against his chest. Harry remained unmoved, raising his eyebrow in waiting as I released my wrath on his chest.

"Fūck you and your body, man." I whined, hitting his arms now then his shoulders but still nothing.

"Hey, language missy." He lectured as he swung the pillow on my leg again.