The Opening Act (H.S) {Completed - Editing}

Too Much Cute

MissAvaMae: home

Harry only has a day left in San Fransisco and its depressing to think about. I push the thought of him having to leave to the back of my mind and look at my love as he sleeps. His curls are a mess around his head and he looks truly at peace. His body is providing heat to mine. His skin is always so warm. I move my fingers along the sparrows on his chest and he stirs a little. His hand tightens around my waist and he pulls me closer into him.

"Morning, H," I whisper.

"Good morning, beautiful," he mutters in a raspy tone. His morning voice makes me want to melt into a puddle.

I run my hand through his hair and he hums in appreciation. I smile and scratch his head lightly. He laughs, then proceeds to pull my body on top of his. I give him a kiss and try to sit up but he holds me against him.

"Noooo," I pout. "Let me go."

"No."

"Harry," I whine and squirm in his grip.

He smiles and kisses my head. "I need to talk to you about something."

"And that is?"

"I only have to be in LA for one day, apparently. So I was thinking... It's time for you and I to have a proper vacation."

"Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

"So you'll go?"

I laugh. "Of course I will. I can't think of anything that I would love more than vacationing with you."

"Well, it's a surprise where we're going. I have everything planned out."

"You planned everything before I even agreed?"

"I would've just kidnapped you if you hadn't agreed," he smirks.

"Of course you would've," I laugh and place a kiss on his nose. He scrunches it up and then nuzzles it against mine.

He lets go of me and I crawl off of him. I lay next to him and he gets on his knees. He takes his phone off of my nightstand and starts to take pictures of me. I laugh, hiding my face in my hands. He pokes me repeatedly to try to and get me to take my hands away from my face and I squeal, trying to move away from him.

He gives up and lays back down. "Look how cute you are," he shoves the phone in my face as I peek through my fingertips.

"Send that to me, will you?"

He smirks knowingly and I shove him slightly. Such a smug idiot. I post it to Instagram once the text comes through.

Notifications come though extremely quick. I look through some of the comments as Harry snuggles back up to me.

put some clothes on geez

slut

go back to sleep then and do us a favour, don't leave your bed so we don't have to see your face

UHM guys... THATS HARRYS SHIRT. THAT HE WAS WEARING TWO DAYS AGO. HAVA IS BACK

such an attention whore

I hope you and Harry are back together. You make him so happy.

I smile at the last one. I admit, some of those comments hurt a little but I ignored them and shut my phone off. I instead focused on Harry, who had his head on my chest and was running his fingertips along the skin where his flannel shirt had ridden up on my waist. I run my fingers through his hair gently and he smiles.