The Decision || h.s.

Chapter 14: The Unexpected

Chapter 14: The Unexpected

*POV: Snow*

I roll over, stretching and releasing a yawn, not wanting to get up at all. This whole trip has me exhausted, especially since I'm not used to the different time zones. Legit, back home right now it'd probably be somewhere around 11pm and it's only 6am here. Big difference.

I look over at Harry who is out entirely and groan, not wanting to be up by my lonesome for approximately another four hours. I really want to let him sleep, but I don't want my thoughts to consume me.

"Harry," I whisper nudging him slightly. He moves slightly, shrugging me off and tries going back to sleep causing me to repeat the same action.

"Mmm," he moans and rolls towards me, wrapping the comforter tighter around himself. He looks so perfect right now that I almost feel bad.

"I just couldn't sleep, but you can go back to bed. Sorry," I mumble quietly and I feel him shift again next to me, debating what he's going to do. He should just go to bed. I'll find something else to do like read a book on Wattpad or something. I really should've thought everything through.

"What time is it?" he mumbles and my eyes widen, forgetting how deep his voice gets when he wakes up and just how raspy it can be. I sort of want him to wake up just so I can keep hearing him speak like this.

"6:11."

"Why're you up so early?" he yawns and starts rubbing at his eyes. He slowly opens them and looks at me. The whole fucking zoo erupts in my stomach when he looks at me that way. My heart starts doing flip flops and my cheeks immediately get redder and I am so happy that he can't see my reaction from him just looking at me through the darkness.

"I uh couldn't sleep," I tell him examining my words carefully. I haven't had this reaction to a boy in so long. Why now? I'm in a faithful relationship and I shouldn't be acting this way around another guy at all. I mean, yeah, we have history, but that's history.

"What do you want to do now then?" he asks yawning yet again. I frown knowing that I'm the one that woke him up when he's obviously still very tired. That's the thing about Harry though, he's too nice to stand up for what he wants.

"Go back to bed," I can't do that knowing that you're awake," he frowns copying mine.

"How about I try going back to sleep?" I ask him.

"No. Let's just get up. I'm too awake to go back to bed now," he says and even though I'm relieved, I feel bad. He should be sleeping and I should've just manned up and found something to do, but no. I wanted to do something with him. Ugh. There's nothing I can do now.

"Okay," I mumble as he sits up next to me. He leans his head on top of mine and I can't complain because I'm enjoying this feeling too much. I wouldn't mind waking up with a guy like this every day.

"What do you want to do?" he asks me. I ponder this question, knowing that we can do many things, but can't exactly at the same time so I decide to go with a simpler option.

"How about we make dinner for your family?" I suggest.

"Dinner?" he chuckles looking at me. I roll my eyes as my cheeks heat up.

"Breakfast. You know what I meant," I giggle too trying to keep the mood light. He just pokes my side and then rolls out of the bed. My eyes widen at the fact that he needs to put on sweats. I didn't realize he was sleeping in his boxers. I would've been more, spacious I guess you could say.

"Like what you see love?" Harry asks, his accent thicker than normal and I feel my hormones going out of whack. What is he doing to me?

"Nah," I chuckle as offense crosses over his features. He crosses his arms as I run my fingers through my tangled hair to make it seem somewhat tame.