My Brother's Best Friend's Friend (ON HOLD)

Chapter 25

I wake up with strong arms still wrapped around me. His body heat keeps me warm compared to the thin blanket resting on my small figure. His legs are in between mine and I take this time to admire how peaceful and adorable he looks in his sleep. Small, bearly audible snores escape from his full parted lips as I lift my arm to push back strands of curls from his forehead. It's hard to believe that all of the things that happened last night were real, it wasn't a fairy tale. I shut my eyes and the feeling of his lips against mine and his hands grabbing me are still fresh in my mind.

I open my eyes and let my fingers lightly brush over his soft skin. Since he isn't up, I take this time to trace the outline of his lips with my finger tips. Harry's legs slightly tighten around mine and my heart stops. Is he up? I search his face but nothing has changed, not even a bit.

The sound of my alarm fills the room and Harry jumps in his sleep. He runs his large hand over his face before reaching over and handing me my phone. I slide the alarm and it shuts off.

"I'm sorry," I apologize and he gives me a smirk before resting his head once again on the pillow. I can't keep my eyes off him for some reason. He just seems so... Perfect.

"It's not polite to stare, you know?" Harry jokes and my cheeks turn red. Right when I am about to open my mouth to apologize, he presses a kiss to my cheek and laughs.

"What time is it?"

"Six twenty-five," I answer and he groans.

"Let me get ready and then I'll take you to Ella's." Harry says and I nod.

I watch the way his back muscles flex as he shakes his hair then flips it to the side before pushing himself off the bed. Harry walks out the room and I pick up my clothes that lay on the floor. 'I will just wear this.' I think, referring to my tank top and Harry's shorts. I am too tired to change back into my clothes from last night. I rest the clothes on the bed and walk over to Harry's room to brush my teeth. When I enter, he is pulling his pants up and I have to force myself to look away. Why do I find him more attractive than before after last night?

"I'll be in the washroom," I tell him and he looks up to meet my eyes. Harry nods while buttoning his pants and my bare feet pad across the carpet as I make my way to the door.

I wet my toothbrush after turning on the light. Harry walks in and does the same before wetting his face. After putting toothpaste on the brush, I put it in my mouth and soon he does as well. It's hard not to laugh at him as he makes faces into the mirror. His eyes meet mine and he lifts his eyebrows before checking me out. A light blush rises into my cheeks and I look away.

When I finish brushing my teeth, I spit out whatever is in my mouth then rinse my mouth. Harry does the same and as I dry my mouth with one of his towels, he grabs the opposite end and brings it up his mouth, giving me a look that makes me smile.

"You know, you look good with my clothes. Even if it's just shorts," Harry comments as he takes the towel out of my hands. I roll my eyes with a smile and he chuckles.

"My car is in the garage so I'll meet you there." Harry says and I give him a confused look.

"You want me to drive there?"

"No, I'll drive you there but I just have to get some stuff." He says and I nod.

I make my way down the stairs and I hear him talking. Did he really not want me to hear his conversation. I smile and open the garage door, his alarm signifying that it has opened. His car is unlocked so I just walk in and place my clothes on my lap as I shut the door. If he called a friend, I pray that he didn't tell him we were alone at his house together. I don't want any rumors to start going around and I most definitely don't want to start drama. My stomach turns when I remember those pictures of Taylor Swift with Harry. Did he bring her here? Did they sleep the same way we did?