Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter.
I woke to the soft warmth of bedsheets against my bare skin, still naked from when we had peeled each other's clothes off a few hours ago. I was surrounded by the kind of warmth that told me Harry had only gotten up a few minutes ago and had tucked me back into bed before leaving. He wasn't beside me but I could hear him moving in the bathroom. It was the kind of sound that once would have felt foreign to me, to wake up and know there is someone else there existing. To know that he had woken up and I had been asleep beside him. But no, I quite liked the idea, I liked knowing that he was with me whether or not I was awake or asleep. I liked the comfort I felt in his presence.
I slipped out of bed and tugged on the clothes that he had left out for me. He always left out a shirt and some joggers or some shorts for me to wear since all I did was for his clothes on repeat. It was just a plain shirt of his and some grey joggers that were a little too long for my legs. They smelled faintly of him, that warm vanilla smell and something that belonged to only him.
I opened up the door to the bathroom and Harry was standing in the mirror with his toothbrush in his mouth and his hair messy from sleep. I caught his reflection, and for a moment, I just stood in the doorway watching him. Watching the way his shoulders rose and fell with each soft breath, watching the muscles on his back move as he did something as simple as brushing his teeth. How his face was still soft and puffy from just waking up. Everything about him seemed so gentle, even when he didn't know I was standing here.
I moved closer to him and didn't let myself second-guess the action when I wrapped my arms around him from behind.
Harry stiffened for only a breath before he leaned back into me, his body relaxing against me like he was melting into my hold. I rested my cheek on the bare skin of his back, letting my eyes drift close for a moment.
When I moved to stand beside him, Harry was quick to slip his arm around my shoulder and pull me into him. With his free hand, he still continued to brush his teeth but hugged me into his side. He was smiling so quietly, I could see it in the corner of his eyes and the dimples that appeared on his cheeks. I smiled back before I could stop myself.
