All My Love

Chapter 65

**TRIGGER WARNING: Sex**

I flutter my eyes open, smiling as I remember where I am. I look over at Harry who's asleep on his stomach, his face turned away from me. I turn my body to the side and reach my right hand out to his to run my fingernails along his spine. They slowly move to each shoulder blade causes him to shift underneath my touch. Harry turns his head to face me, his eyes still closed. An effortless but exhausted smile appears.

"Good morning." Harry's voice is raspy and my stomach twists from it. I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

"Morning." I say quiet, still pushing his hair back. Harry's eyes are still shut and a yawn falls off his pink lips, causing his nose to scrunch up. I mock his yawn and run my hand down his back again, waiting for it to stimulate him to really wake.

"Keep doing that with your nails." Harry speaks, his head sinking more into the pillow and I do what he says. I run my nails up and down before back and forth on the top of his back. I get closer to his face, breathing softly, and kiss the side of his mouth. It doesn't effect him, he only lays there with his eyes still closed, dozing back into a sleep and I frown.

"Wake up." I whisper.

"I am awake." Harry mumbles, still cozied up with shut eyes. I sigh, pushing the covers off but seconds later, he flips onto his back and pulls me on top of him which makes me yelp. Harry sits up and starts kissing my neck while he holds me. Which then starts to tickle and I bounce my shoulder up. He finds it funny, teasing me as he acts like he's biting the curve of my neck.

"Stop it." I say, barely being able to breathe from how ticklish I am there when it isn't intended to be sexual. Harry's hand creeps up his t-shirt I'm in and cups my breast. "What is up with you and always having to touch my boobs?" I ask. The same hand slides down my stomach while he continues leaving pecks around my neck.

"I told you I don't know what I'm more obsessed with." Harry says between each kiss and I feel his hands grab my butt.

"You need to learn to keep your hands to yourself." I say, bringing his hands from behind me and bring them to the front of us.

"Says the one who just woke me up by touching me." Harry raises his eyebrows and I squint in defense.

"I was just running my fingernails up and down your back. Nothing sexual about it." I cross my arms, perking my breasts and he notices, kissing each one through the shirt. I roll my eyes in a fake annoyance.

"I gotta wee." Harry tells me and I crawl off of him. "What are we doing today?" He yells from the bathroom and I pull his shirt down to stay on my thighs.

"You need to get your car." I yell back and I look into the bathroom, seeing him washing his hands through the mirror before picking up the toothbrush.

"Okay, then after." Harry responds the same time he puts toothpaste on the bristles. I suddenly remember that he promised to wear the Christmas sweater today so I have to hurry and think about this. No one would see him at the movies so there's no point in that, I highly doubt anyone will be at the beach, and the mall is too crowded because of all the sales so I don't want to push my way through it.

"Street fair?" I say and he leans against his door frame, shrugging and taking the toothbrush out of his mouth.

"That's not until much later though." He tells me.

"So, we'll hang out until then." I tell him with a shrug and he goes back into the bathroom to spit out toothpaste.

"Alright, whatever you want." Harry looks at me through the bathroom mirror, wiping his mouth, and closing his eyes in a school boy smile before walking out and crawling up the bed to hover me.