Baby Lips

Chapter 15

The storm that shook me up last night seemed to work wonders on the weather. It was late November and prior to the heavy rain and thunder the weather was bitter and cold, but the water seemed to warm things up. Creating an almost spring-like day, something that I wasn’t complaining about. 

My strides began to mimic the upbeat tempo of Rihanna's music that blared in my ears. Beads of sweat began to form on my brow and the back of my neck. I couldn’t help but catch the sounds of my gasping breaths between pauses in the music. My feet were taking me in a longer jogging route than usual, but I didn’t object. I just kept going. 

I was more than confused when I woke up this morning. I wasn’t confused on the fact of how I got in my bed with Harry. Or even how I got so close to him. I was confused at the fact that I woke up slow and lazy. My eyes searching his long upper body and the dips and crevices of his muscles. I was wondering about the thick star that was inked on his underarm as it appeared when he stretched out his body in his peaceful sleep. And I couldn’t help but smile as I watched his jaw clench then loosen as soft snores escaped his parted lips. 

I guess I was confused on how enamored I was with Harry Styles. How completely captivated I was by the simplest things he did. How someone that rude and mean could actually be so handsome. 

I had finally lost it with myself when I nuzzled closer into the crook of the warm skin of his neck. I didn’t know what it was, it was just a little trigger that went off in my brain, and I was thankful for it. I subconsciously knew when I went too far with Harry. The same thing happened on the night I agreed to go back to his hotel room.  

And for lack of better terms, I felt... gross. And not because of the amount of sweat I was producing from my morning jog. But from the fact that I was clinging to two members of One Direction in a twelve hour time span. I wasn’t one to “play” boys. I wasn’t one to really do anything with boys. In fact, I don’t really remember the last time one person of the male species gave me as much attention as Harry or Zayn did. 

And there my mind went, going crazy at the thought of Zayn. Nothing was serious between him and I and nothing was permanent, but there was something. And I couldn’t quite put my finger on that something, but it was what brought us together. Maybe it was the way he could persuade me into doing anything by the sound of his voice or the sight of his honey-brown eyes. Or maybe it was just the way he already trusted my word... even when my word wasn’t entirely true. 

With a crowded mind, I made my final turn around the corner toward my flat. I hadn’t come to a decision on what exactly I was going to do, but I think spending some time alone with my cat would help me figure it out. 

Or maybe I could just do that forever. 

I yanked the white headphones out of my ears as I walked up the steps toward my apartment. My legs feeling a little weak and I’m sure my face was flushed an attractive shade of bright red. I licked my dry lips and turned to cool knob to my apartment. 

Harry sat on my small couch with his feet propped on the coffee table in front of it. He still hadn’t bothered to put on his clothes so his outfit consisted of his navy blue Tommy Hilfiger boxers. Newton sat on his abdomen purring and nuzzling his head into chest as Harry collected crumbs on the couch from the muffin he was eating. He lazily looked up at me when I cleared my throat. 

“I’ve made friends with your pussy.” He said with a full mouth. Oh, the ever so charming Harry Styles at his best. I thought as I tensed my shoulders in frustration. “Did you make these?” He asked pointing to the baked good in his hand, I nodded slowly. “They’re brilliant. Mind whipping up a batch for me to take home to the boys?”