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Five

Parker's POV:

Not many Christmases had measured up to this one. I woke up, the blue light of dawn seeping through the cracks in the blinds. I had slept well, just not long enough. Both of Harry's arms were wrapped around me, his warmth enveloping me. I usually awoke with a smile simply because it was morning and a chance for a new day. This morning, my smile was entirely because of him. The apartment was quiet and it felt like the world was excited to see what we were going to do today. 

I turned over, facing Harry, his face peaceful. His mouth or eye would twitch every so often the longer I looked at him. I fought the urge to laugh out loud at the stubble that was attempting to grow on his upper lip and chin. His skin was soft, his tattoos showing with their own sense of pride as his chest moved slowly up and down with his breathing. I leaned up, placing a small kiss on his cheek, moving to the side of his mouth and then his lips. My breath was shaky because I didn't want to overstep any boundaries. 

"Don't start something you can't finish," he rasped, a grin spreading across his lips as I was almost down to his neck. I smiled, trying to think of something clever to respond.

"Who says I couldn't finish it?" I laughed to myself, placing a hesitant peck right under his jaw. He opened his eyes, looking down at me with a sleepy smile.

"You my darling-" he hummed, "Are rather too cheeky this early in the day."

"It's Christmas. I have a good excuse." I kissed his neck again, this time lingering a little longer. 

"Is that right?" He pulled my chin up, kissing me and my heart beat quickened. He always made me nervous in the best way possible. If there even was a way to make someone nervous in a good way. There was a part of me that was hesitant to kiss him back and give him my morning smile that I had only ever shared with myself. 

Once school started back, I was almost sure he wouldn't want anything more to do with me given he was one of the most popular kids at school and he had a reputation to uphold. I knew in my heart it was probably just a game to see if he could get in my pants, but a small part of me felt like he was being genuine. For now, I would just enjoy the moments I got to spend with him. He was a great kisser. Compared to the zero boys I had kissed before him, he was amazing. Then again, it seemed he was amazing at everything he did. This was the most we had ever consecutively kissed and I felt like a child in a candy store.

We laid there talking for what seemed like hours when in actuality it was only 20 minutes before Harry coaxed me to get up.

"Sorry I look so terrible. Usually, I'm a strong 5 in dim lighting," I chuckled, walking into the bathroom to wash my face. 

"Nonsense. You're beautiful," he dismissed. 

"Yeah, yeah." I took a deep breath, my chest slightly aching as it usually did when I had anxiety about something. It first started doing that when I was 16 and I thought it was a bad case of bronchitis, but it turned out it was just anxiety. It didn't stop it from hurting when I took a deep breath. I had learned to calm myself down enough to where it was a dull ache, but today for some reason, it was full force. 

I cleared my throat as we walked down the hall and into the kitchen. Trying to take as many deep breaths as I could to calm down, I tried to distract myself and started to make some coffee.  My hands were shaking. Feeling a wave of nausea wash over me, I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes, focusing on the scent of the coffee brewing. 

"Hey," Harry cooed, his hands on my shoulders, "What's wrong?" Could I really tell him about all the anxiety I had? Fat chance. I didn't wanna scare him off. 

"I'm just feeling a little sick. I probably need to eat something. I'm fine." I stood up straight, clearing my throat and taking a step away from him.