Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 12

Hazel

I had to pee and I was extremely hot.

I moved a little and stopped quick. This doesn't feel like my pillow... It was too hard and warm...and it moved.

Harry!

I had fallen asleep on Harry last night. He must have fallen asleep too then. I laid there another minutes, listening to the beat of his heart and feel the rise and fall of his chest. He still has his shirt on. Bummer.

Okay, I can't hold it anymore. I have to get up. I open my eyes, my room was dimly lit by the small lamp on my vanity, I forgot to shut it off. I slowly scoot away, trying not to disturb him to much...and failed. His arm fell from where it was resting on my back jumping him awake.

"Hazel? Is everything ok?" He ask, voice deep and groggy and unbelievably sexy.

"Yeah, sorry, I just needed to go to the bathroom," I tell him, sliding over to the edge of the bed and standing up.

"Oh. Umm... It you want me to leave I can..." He trailed off, he was still half asleep but was still being a gentleman.

"No, you can stay. I want you to stay." I say as I make my way to the bathroom.

"Okay," I see him grin lazily before shutting the bathroom door.

When I was finished I walked back out and went to shut off the lamp. I check my phone for the time and it was only one. I still had over three hours before getting up for work. I check and make sure my alarm was set and make my way back to my bed. Harry got under the covers when I was in the bathroom and holds them up so I can slide closer to him. I climb in and turn on my side facing away from him and he moves closer to me, so we are spooning.

I could feel his now bare chest against the skin my tank top didn't cover. He must have taken his shirt off while I was in the bathroom. The way we were felt very intimate. His arm was hooked around my waist and bent so his forearm was across my chest and his had cupped my shoulder, that way he was holding me close to him. I held on to his arm and melted into him.

I can't believe I was spooning with a shirtless Harry Styles. In my bed.

He was just a regular guy. I needed to look past his fame and celebrity status. He was Harry, a normal guy looking for love just like I was. And he we were, cuddled close and relaxed in each other's arms, making our way towards the love we longed for.

I can say that I've never had a guy be so attentive to me before and worried about my feelings and my wants and needs. Even Chloe's father never treated me like this, he had his own way of showing affection but never like this. Never like he couldn't get enough of me. I loved it, feeling needed like this.

Didn't realize how much I've missed being held by someone.

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I woke up to my alarm and to Harry lightly snoring on my chest. He looks so adorable when he's sleeping. I hated to move but I needed to shower and get Chloe ready. Harry only stirred a little but didn't wake up, thank goodness.

I showered real quick, dried off and put on some plain pink scrubs. I go out to my vanity, turning on the lamp. I look back at Harry and he was still asleep, laying on his stomach, one arm hanging off the side of the bed. Turning back, I put on some light makeup and threw my now slightly damp hair up in a messy bun. I head to my closet and find a change of clothes to change into after work. You never know what you met get on your scrubs working in a hospital and I don't want to chance Chloe's getting something.

I head back to Harry and give him a light kiss on the cheek. His eyes flutter open and a sleepy grin appears on his face. He's going to be the death of me.