Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

Eleven

Harry's alarm sounded, ripping me from my dreams. He reached over turning it off, my body stirred trying to untangle my legs from his. A small moan escape my lips as I stretched my legs. Harry had be held so tightly, I was unable to move freely.

"Fuck," He whispered, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His hand tightened on my hip, and his breathing became uneven.

"Harry?" I whisper. He better not have fallen back asleep. When I turned my body to look at him, another profane word escaped his perfect lips. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His body pressed closer again.

"Move your hips." He whimpered. I was unsure why he wanted me to, but I obeyed. His head flew back, tightening his grip once again. I moved once more, watching him unfold in front of me. He moved his closer to me, kissing my cheek, holding me closer to his chest.

"Don't move anymore..." He panted against my hair. I ignored his plea, moving myself against him. My name fell from his lips over, and over. Harry tried to pull himself from me, before I pulled him back, moving against his bulge. "Janissa, I-i'm gonna-" His words fell silent as a warm, damp spot was pressed up against me. He pulled himself out of our embrace, throwing the duvet off of him. His feet hit the hard wood softly, quietly padding to the bathroom.

 "Did you just-"

"Fuck you." He laughed, causing me to burst out in laughter. I admired his lean body, how his muscles bulged out when he walked. He was gorgeous, and i'm ashamed it took me a few years to really appreciate it. His lack of shirt only added to my amazement. When he walked back in the room in a new pair of boxers, and threw himself on the bed. He lazily wrapped an arm around me, his green eyes meeting mine.

"Good morning." I whisper kiss his nose. His eyes squeezed shut, making a cute little face.

"I'm mad at you." He turned his head into the pillow. I continued looking at him, bringing my hand up to push some of his hair away. When he wouldn't look at me, I poked his cheek, watching a dimple appear as he smiled. I let out a small laugh, watching him bury his smile.

"Why is everyone laughing?" Jess sat up, holding onto his monkey, and wiping the sleep from his eyes. Harry's eyes met mine, his laughter filling the air.

"Harry fell out of bed." I simply say. Moving Harry's arm off of me, I slide out of the bed, and into the bathroom. "Come on, you two. We need to clean the new 'body art'.'' Both of the boys looked at each other, letting out a groan in unison. They both padded to the bathroom, Harry lifting Jess onto the counter as I grabbed the swabs out of the medicine cabinet.

I pour the ear care onto the swab, and  dab Jess's ear lightly, cleaning them. I tell him to wash his hands before he turns the ear-ring. I do the same thing to the other ear. Once he's done, Harry lifts him off of the counter, placing him onto the floor, and telling him to go get dressed. Harry's turn.

 He hops up on the counter effortlessly, before placing his hands on my waist, and pulling me into him. I sigh. I try to pour the alcohol, but he stops me, placing his hand under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.