avery → h.s

thirty

If I say I was happy to find Harry by my side when I awake the next day, it will be an understatement.

I was ecstatic.

I've always wanted to experience the feeling of waking up next to someone you love. Harry and I used to fool around until midnight but he eventually went home at the end of the night so finding myself alone in bed every morning were usual for me.

And now he stays.

I contemplated on whether I should move or not. My feet feels sore but we were sleeping on a mattress, I wasn't expecting myself to wake up as usual in the morning.

It's almost relaxing to hear the sounds of his breathing. While watching his chest rise up and down I examine Harry's face for the hundredth times.

I'm sorry, you cannot just see Harry's face and get away with it. You need more.

Although I can't see the bright beautiful eyes of him, I get to see his long hair falls messily on the mattress and I run my hand in it. It feels amazing to caress his hair. His arms still protectively around my body and our feets are tangled, I'm surprised he still comfortable with our position.

Suddenly I hear vibrates coming from Harry's side. It's his phone, he gets a call from her sister Gemma but I haven't talked to her in such a long time so I'm contemplating whether to answer it or it goes straight to the voicemail.

"Answer it Avery," Harry's deep voice out of nowhere cut me from my trance and he squirms on his body, embracing me closer than we already have. He's burrying his face under the crook of my neck which makes his lips brush against my skin and I had to bit my lip for not letting out an involuntary moan.

This makes me thought back to the previous night where we (awfully)... not finished what we started.

God, did I sound thirsty?

"It's Gemma."

"Then don't answer it."

"Why?"

"Women gets very annoying in the morning," he slurs, his eyes still closed the whole time.

"Hey! I'm a woman, too."

"I meant mentally and physically unbearable woman like Gemma." A smile tugs on his lip.

Harry breathes through my neck and I want to tell him to stop because we should get up and finding out what to do for the rest of the day but at the same time I don't want to. With Harry, it feels like I can lay down here for days.

The vibrates finally stop, and Harry seems to be half awake now but he's trying to catch some more sleep. I reach down to hold his hand and place it in mine before kissing his knuckles.

"We need to get up. It's ten already."

Harry's face just get deeper on my skin. "Do we really need to?"

"Yes, Harry."

"But I want to stay here as long as I can," he keeps squirming so when his lip brush my skin, I feel goosebumps rise on me. Shit. "I love it when you get nervous when I'm around you."

"I-I'm not nervous," I say, surpressing a light chuckle.

"You do."

He intentionally brush off my sweat shirt so my shoulder's bare and now he's kissing my neck.

My god, he doesn't know what he did to me.

"Harry," I close my eyes since somehow I'm enjoying this.

Wait, what?

Pushing his body off from me, I face him and hold his shoulders with both of my hands. "Get up. Now."