Material Girl (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Twenty Two

I felt my body so relaxed and light, wrapped in cold duvets and between warm blankets. My head fell into a comfortable pillow that was beyond compare, it molded to my head so perfectly. It was pounding a lot regardless of my peaceful surroundings, I couldn't expect less after I had drank all that wine.

Then as I began more conscious puzzle pieces began to form so slowly but then all at once, and I understood where I was. What I did. And who the comfortable pillow beneath me was him.

My eyes snapped open and saw the same bedroom, in the flat the lights were out and the sun had already left the skyline, taking me to the conclusion it was past the afternoon. I waited a couple of seconds until my hand felt the body warmth of another person, my head moved upwards slightly to see my fingers skimming over Harry's bare stomach.

On an upper spot his head laid over the sea of pillows and his right hand on his chest, heaving up and down peacefully. He let puffs of air slowly come out of his nose as his lips let out soft snores. His other arm was flexed above his head and my head was placed on a lower point of his abdomen.

"Christ" I bit my lip at the memory of us kissing, touching, becoming one, so real, so infatuated; so into each other.

But he wasn't mine, he belonged to another girl although I wished it wasn't that way. I didn't belong to Zayn but I was seeing him  and willed to go on with what was building between us. Not doing this. Sleeping next to Harry after making love.

I slowly peeled the sheets off from my body and stretched my leg so it touched the floor, then the other and I unglued my clammy hand from Harry's lower stomach, so close to the waistband of his boxers that he pulled up his legs sometimes when I was asleep.

He moved a little at the loss of warmth and contact but he was lost in his deep slumber and I tried to be as quiet as possible.

I tip toed around the nightstand to fetch my phone inside my bag just to see how it blew up with calls and messages from my family. 14 calls from Georgie, 7 from my father and 1 from Zayn. Niall and Maggie sent me text messages asking desperately where I was.

My eyes absentmindedly rolled at the realisation I still had to go back home and to real life, eventually go back to work and back to writing. I still had to digest my sister was marrying the biggest bloke of the bunch and this year wasn't even over yet. Harry was my distraction, my required peace and relaxation. He disconnected me at least for a couple of hours albeit it was wrong to be together and to have done what we did for more I loved the jagged memory of him on top of me making out my day better with his cushion-feeling lips.

Trying to sink in at the fact that I finally had found the strength to kiss him after all this time I watched his guitar from the bedroom left on the ground besides his coffee table. On my cursive writing a quote was highlighted at the corner and it made me flash back to less than four hours ago when I wrote it on the surface of the walnut wooden of his matte guitar.

'You'll never be too old, too small, or alone, Chase your dreams'

I grinned at myself also remembering his face when I finished writing it while we drank his dad's expensive red wine getting wasted before the fireplace as I laid on the floor staring at the ceiling.

"Prim?" He groggily called waking up from his nap.

"Hi. I think we fell asleep, though I don't recall when" I said scratching the back of my head, placing the phone back on his nightstand. His beautiful messed hair framed his submerged in sleep face with puffy fine and lined lips and narrowed eyes.

"I remember it clearly" He smiled to himself.

I giggled "I should probably go home, it's late"

"Late? It's 8pm" He frowned "You can stay and have dinner with me"