Underwater. ||h.s.||

chapter twelve.

Day Two.

Back against chest and hands entwined, I awoke to soft snores and Harry holding me.

In the minutes I stayed awake, I buried my face into the coalition of pillows stacked underneath us, slightly sniffing the scent of his cologne.

He could easily be classified as my first in many things, one of those being the first to ever sleep in bed with me.

Being that I was extremely nervous, I stayed awake for a couple of hours after our intimate moment before drifting off a little after five AM.

His presence would take some getting used to, but I was willing to make it work.

A few moments after, scenes of last night's events irrevocably replayed in my mind. I couldn't erase them or stop them and I honestly didn't want to, but I couldn't believe how recurring they were. I tried to look back at Harry, but his face was hidden into my neck, limiting me from moving.

All aside, I had to pee and holding it until he woke up seemed impossible. I tried sliding out of bed, left leg first; right leg second...letting go of his hand gently...
Once my feet were planted on the ground, I made my way to the bathroom, and incredibly, without waking him.

When I returned, the duvet that surrounded him before was now a white puddle around his feet, his hands gripping the pillow I laid on, and his lips slightly ajar as he continued to snore. I kept my snickering quite before taking out one of my canvas boards from my suitcase.

It went against Calum's request to be drawn for the showcase, but I needed to draw Harry at one of his vulnerable stages. I wanted to capture his beauty when he was natural and calm. I didn't officially decide when I pulled up a chair to my bedside if I'd present it to my employer, but I just had to draw him.

Almost timely after I finished his drawing, he stirred awake. His eyes remained closed but a frown was etched around his face. I brought my right knee up to my chest, barricading the drawing as I finished up some last touches.

"...Bambi...?" he slurred before inhaling deeply.

"I'm right here."

He blinked rapidly at my voice before locating me on the chair. "What're you doing over there? C'mere..."

I shook my head. "Wake up first."

Harry tried extending his eyes open before taking in my appearance. "...Still too beautiful. Feels like I'm still dreaming."

"You're not..."

"I didn't snore too loud, did I?"

"Nope."

He sat up in bed, his hair awry and disheveled, but it didn't matter. He still looked breath-taking.

As he sat up in bed with his hand kneading away at his chest, I laid the drawing down on the bed. He watched my fingers smooth across the binding of my sketchbook before taking it into his hands.

His eyes were everywhere at once on the portrait. I smiled and played with my pencil, proud of myself for his speechless stare. I hoped he liked it, but even if he didn't, it was his reaction that kept me excited. He didn't look at me once as he marveled over his own persona.

His lips came to a curve when he finally looked away from it. I raised my eyebrows at him in hopes of getting some type of comment.

"...I'm in awe over your skills more than I am my own face," he mumbled, his morning voice still present. "I'm hoping in the future I can wake up to more drawings."

His implications were a thing of attraction. I pulled my hair to the side and stared down the half-awake beau sprawled over my bed. "I hope you can too."