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

Chapter 51

DOUBLE UPDATE: Chapter 50-51

The song in the intro is Dream a Little Dream of Me by Ozzie Nelson. You might know it as the song Archie sings from Glee also!

ELOISE DUPONT

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be

Dream a little dream of me

The light airiness of Harry's deep voice singing under his breath traveled through the room while I awoke in a cocoon of thick covers. The room was chilly from the blasting a/c that hummed along after Harry, a melody to accompany him. I could barely see him, only the back of his head with unruly brown curls peaking over the back of the couch through the arched opening of the bedroom.

As quickly as the song began, it ended, leaving the space nearly silent. Nearly, because it almost sounded like Harry was talking to himself to replace the music.

"Harry?" My voice was scratchy, the lack of sleep, hydration, and too much being busy finally starting to catch up. 

He didn't turn, didn't even notice me. I instead huff and stretch my limbs out, allowing the slight discomfort take over me from just how exhausted my body was. Standing for hours at a concert followed by hours in bed with Harry were both tiring in different ways. One a little more enjoyable though for obvious reasons.

My phone was on the charger next to me, surprised it hadn't woken me up. 

I must have forgotten to set my alarms, damn.

I snatch up the iPhone to notice instead I was awake about two hours before I needed to be, my alarms were in fact set. Harry must have done that for me, a gentleman forever.

Making my way to finally emerging from the warmth of the bed I scour the room and find a crewneck that looked like it was Harry's along with some of my leggings to throw on. It was too chilly and I wanted to go say good morning before I startled him. 

The wooden floors were cold but I padded over to him, wrapping my arms across the top of his shoulders to lean in for a small kiss on his cheek. "Good morn- oH FUCK HARRY."

I snapped my head back so quickly it felt like I snapped something at my age.

"Sorry Gem, I got to go. That's, well, yeah that's her. I'll talk to you later. Tell mum I said bye. I will call tonight. Have fun and congrats again. Love you." While I was laid out on the floor behind the small loveseat Harry resumed his call, my own heart trying to recover. 

He twisted himself, peaking over the couch to the sprawled out mess on the floor that is me, "good morning babe. I didn't want to wake you, but my sister was calling me with good news, sorry. Are you okay?" His brows were raised, questioning my outburst.

Good thing I put on clothes, jesus christ.

"Your sister?" The beautiful brunette he was skyping with on his laptop that was perched on his knees was his sister.

Harry nodded slowly, moving himself off the furniture to come help me up. "She literally just called, you have impeccable timing."

His hand extended towards me, allowing my service to get back on my feet. "Your singing woke me up." 

His quick blinking and look away seemed like he was trying to recover from being embarrassed, like perhaps I wasn't meant to hear it. Was Harry a nervous person about his singing? Seems almost insane.