Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

***Next Morning***

I slowly opened my eyes from slumber, brief blurry vision included, while lying on my side. I saw Louis sprawled, head hanging off the bed with his legs spread across mine and Harry’s. Like last night, Louis was still snoring; I couldn’t help but just giggle to myself. I yawned and was about to get up, however I realized I had an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I peeked under the covers and saw the same huge hand that would usually carry me, half of it covered by my shirt. Harry’s breathing hit my neck constantly, his legs entwined with mine, and his hips lightly pressed against the back of my upper thighs. I was in disbelief at the situation, but all I could do was smile to myself and question ‘how exactly did I end up in all of this?’ Gently and carefully, I tried moving Harry’s hand. In return though, his grip tightened around me, poking my stomach a bit, he lifted his leg over my hips so that I was trapped beneath him, letting out a raspy groan. I sighed. Honestly, I loved the warmth I felt from his body surrounding me. But I also felt completely vulnerable. I tried moving my legs from underneath him when he suddenly began to speak in his low raspy voice.

“And where do you think you’re going beautiful?”

I laughed a little and replied, “You’re making me feel claustrophobic.”

“Liar.” Was all he said, and it was true. 

Louis then gazed up at us, letting out an extremely loud donkey-like yawn.

“There was no hanky panky between you two… right? I was supposed to chaperone!” Louis spoke teasingly. I playfully punched Louis in the stomach while giving him a sinister glare.

Harry mumbled under his breath “I wish…” 

I broke free from his grasp and pushed the covers off of me. I stretched my arms over my head and let out a yawn. Both Harry and Lou started to sit up, leaning against the sofa pillows. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 11 am. I gazed at my wrapped up foot in front of me and wondered if I was able to walk on it. If I could walk somewhat comfortably, maybe I could go see Aero at my Aunt’s barn.

 I felt a tad moody, probably from those damn pain meds. I swear, if Louis or Harry tries to pull any crap on me this morning, they’ll never see broad daylight ever again. I scooted myself down to the edge of the pullout and set my feet parallel to the floor beneath me. As I cautiously started to shift up, I felt huge hands wrap around my waist, what a surprise. I turned around to see the culprit, Harry. He was kneeling on the bed, while holding me steady. 

“I’ve got you” he whispered. I nodded and shifted my attention back to the ground. As my feet touched its surface, I shivered a little, since it was cold hardwood flooring. Slowly, I stood up expecting a severely sharp pain. However, the pain I expected failed to come. If anything the pain was mild and not too bad. Harry, still holding my waist, shifted off the pullout bed and was standing behind me. I started walking forward as he followed. I was limping a little bit since walking made the pain more pronounce, but I was satisfied, I was mobile without assistance. At least I think I am, if Harry would let go of me. 

“Ok Harry, I’ve got it.” I said with slight laughter.