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twenty-seven.

I awoke the next morning and a warm sheet was draped over me. My legs were tangled with Harry's and my head was resting on his chest and I had an arm draped over his torso. I could hear his steady breathing and I could feel his heartbeat. He had an arm wrapped around me and I never woke up happier. I yawned and as I looked up at Harry, a smile tugged at my lips.

His lips were parted slightly and his features relaxed. He looked so peaceful and even when he's sleeping he still manages to look perfect. I decided to not wake him up, I just couldn't bring myself to do it, and I lay my head back on his chest and closed my eyes.

I had no idea how many minutes have passed since I was half asleep but after a while, I felt Harry move slightly and I could tell from his breathing pattern that he has woken up. His hand removed itself from around me and I felt cold air hit my skin from where he touched me before. His body stretches and he let out a tired sound.

I turned my head to look at Harry and seeing him like this brought happiness to me. His arms that he had stretched just seconds before found their way around me again and he looked at me with a tired, yet bright smile. His hair was messy and he still didn't look fully awake.

"Good morning," he said in his morning voice.

"Morning," I replied with a smile on my face.

"Are you hungry?" he asked me, his fingers tracing along my sides softly, causing Goosebumps to appear all over my skin.

"I'm not really hungry, but could I maybe take a shower?" Harry smirked and I slapped his chest in return. Typical boys.

"Sure you can babe," he kissed my forehead and I lifted myself up, untangling my legs with Harry's and leaving the warm bed. I felt the cool air hit my skin and I pulled Harry's shirt that I was wearing down. He gave it to me last night and I loved how it was too big for me and I loved how it smelled. It had the faint smell of his cologne lingering on it.

I grabbed the bag that I brought with me and I hurried into the bathroom which was in Harry's room. I shut the door of the bathroom close and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I quickly unclasped my bra and got out of my panties. I stepped into the shower and turned it on. The water was cold at first and I flinched back, Goosebumps appeared on my skin because of the cold water.

I stood beneath the showerhead and let the now warm water run over me. I closed my eyes for a split second and enjoyed the water warming me up. I opened my eyes again and looked around for a shampoo. I jumped and turned around in one swift motion as I heard something and my eyes went wide as Harry stepped into my shower.

My hands flew up to cover myself and I looked at him in shock. He stood there, completely naked, and I tried to net let my eyes travel down. But that was easier said than done. My eyes looked for split second down his body and my eyes went even wider, he's huge.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him and I felt my blood burn beneath my cheeks, causing me to blush. I was standing completely nude in front of Harry and my body is something that I have always been insecure about.

"What?" he asked, smirking. "Am I not allowed to take a shower?"

I didn't reply, I was way too taken aback. The way he was looking me up and down, his lower lip between my teeth, only made my cheeks burn even more.

"Babe," a silent sigh left his mouth and he grabbed my wrists gently, moving them to my sides and exposing my body to him. "You don't need to cover yourself up, you're beautiful."

If I would've ever been in a situation like this with Brent, I would have probably screamed at him and left, but not with Harry. Everything was so different with Harry. I felt comfortable around him and at this very moment, I didn't feel like hiding or walking away. I was insecure, I was coy, but I was not uncomfortable.