Courage to Fly (EDITING IN PROCESS)

Chapter Nine

Cheyenne's POV

I rubbed my eyes and rolled over as Harry kissed the top of my head and got out of the bed. I dozed in and out of sleep for a few minutes while I heard the shower going in the bathroom. I opened my eyes and looked towards the windows in the room. The clock on Harry's side of the bed said 11:28 A.M. The sky seemed a little dark for then, and then I heard a soft rumble of thunder. London weather. I thought, Horrible stuff... I snuggled into the comforter again as I heard the water stop in the bathroom. I heard the door open and rolled over to see Harry walking into the bedroom with a towel around his waist and one across his shoulders. He winked at me as he came over to the bed.

"Morning, beautiful..." He said leaning over me and placing a lingering kiss on my lips. My hand cupped the back of his neck as my heart sped up from the contact. He broke the kiss and placed his forehead on mine, nuzzling his nose against my own. "Did you sleep good?" He asked.

I nodded. "You?"

"The best I've slept in a long time..." He said smiling.

I grinned at him and kissed his nose. "Good,"

He smiled and stood up, walking over to the dresser. He opened a drawer and picked up a pair of boxers, dropping towel around his waist. I couldn't help myself. I stared at that perfect bum for a second before I realized what was going on. "Oh, come on..." I said throwing the comforter over my head before I saw anything else. "I don't wanna see that just yet."

"Yet?" I heard him say laughing.

"Yes. Yet."

I felt a weight on my body, and the comforter was removed from my face. "That implies that you're going to see it someday..." He said smiling.

I took a deep breath and touched his damp hair. "I do have my own somedays, y'know..."

"And you have a right to." He said, moving his hips so our lower bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, "But, I hope you don't mind if I share that someday..."

"Not at all..."

He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. I was getting used to his kisses, but they still sent me into a feeling if shock. My arms went around his neck, and my hands tangled in his hair. The comforter was moved out of the way, and I wrapped one leg around his as he held the other knee in a bent position along his side. My hands left his hair to travel down his torso and back, feeling the tight muscles along his body.

His hand cupped behind my neck as he tilted his head to the side and pressed my lips a little harder. He made little noises, like contented sighs, against my lips as his hand traveled up my body, to rest on my side. He took a deep breath and parted his lips, his tongue darting out real quick to press against my lips. I made a little nose in my throat and opened my lips.

His tongue came out again, running over my teeth. I lifted my tongue to touch his on the tip. He moaned in his throat and swirled his tongue around mine.

My hands returned to his damp hair and I ran my fingers through the bouncy curls. I could feel his heart beating against mine as they beat faster and harder.

"Harry..." I whispered as he bit my bottom lip.

The spell was broken a moment later. His phone went off to our right. We both stopped mid-kiss and then broke contact as we looked in that direction. He sighed and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

He looked at me while the person on the other line talked.

"Oh, hey, Lou," he said.

"Louis?" I mouthed.