Lost Words [discontinued]

{ Chapter 31-True Feelings: Part One }

(SONG: With You- Chris Brown)

"Wake up, sleepy head..."

"Maybe we should just let her sleep..."

"Yeah, maybe. She's so cute when she's asleep..."

"She looks like a, uh... cat..."

"Cats are cute..."

"I don't look like a cat, and I'm not sleeping." My eyes fluttered open, revealing two handsome faces, both seeming astound. They were so close, staring at me with wide eyes, and that quickly got me annoyed. "Get away from me."

"Oh look! She's awake!" Harry announced, standing up straight and backing up a bit. He smiled excitedly at the other lad, who of which just raised his eyebrows. Harry turned to me and pulled the blanket off of my body.

A rush of cold air trickled over my skin, spreading unwanted goosebumps onto the surface. I immediately curled up atop the mattress, desperately needing some sort of warm connection.

Harry bent down, leaving a soft, gentle kiss to my forehead. "Good morning, beautiful." That was it. That sent a dose of heated chills through my limbs, making me more comfortable with not being accompanied by the blanket.

I didn't say anything though, only accepted his gesture kindly.

"Come on, Addy," Louis cheered.

"No."

Harry propped himself onto the end of the bed, making the mattress shift left to right, to front to back. He reached out and took my hands in his, pulling me up to face him.

"Babe, please hurry," he said, lightly stroking my fingers with his thumbs.

I groaned, my head slightly spinning from sitting up too quickly. I disconnected mine as the boy's touch, putting my fingertips over my forehead, wanting my relieve the uneasiness. "Where are we going?"

"We're uh, getting breakfast."

"Yeah, so get up!" Louis demanded, his voice raised, though I knew he was joking. Despite the obvious fact that he was only trying to be amusing to lighten the mood, I threw him my middle finger. Harry looked at his friend and chuckled, Louis rolling his eyes playfully.

"What time is?" I wondered aloud.

"Well," Harry said with a sigh. He stood up from the bed, taking his earlier position beside Louis. "Like I said before, it's time for you to get up." He put his hands on his hips, Louis mimicking him closely.

I noticed that they were both already dressed, despite Harry's topless torso. It gave me the chance to look over his chest, his toned abs, muscular biceps. Though I adored his body, I missed the hard, well built stomach that he presented, before The Hideous Giant Butterfly took over. Speaking of the which, when Harry had realized the month before that it was not at all pleasurable, he coloured over the blue ink with black, making it more appealing. It didn't mean that he liked it. He still despised it in every way. Everyone did. Even Josh would make fun of it with every chance he could, and he was partially the reason Harry had even gotten it in the first place.

"So we'll leave you to it," Louis said with a face that told me to hurry up. He patted Harry's shoulder and walked toward the door, Harry following. I stood up from the bed and pulled my arms up, arching my back as I stretched my limbs. Suddenly Louis turned back around.

"Oh, and put a swim suit on under your clothes, okay?" he said. I nodded. Louis smiled and left the room, but Harry remained at the door, leaning his back against the frame, his foot slightly kicked against it. He wore a cheeky grin, his eyes scanning my figure slowly. I only then remembered that I was practically naked, just being covered by short shorts and a tank top. Harry drew his lower lip between his teeth as a dimple poked at his cheek. He looked back at my face, catching my gaze, the green in his eyes glistening.