Pretty Boy

nine

I awoke from my incredibly comfortable sleep, peacefully smiling to myself at the amount of comfort I felt. I stretched my arms and legs out, yawning with a satisfied groan. I rested my arms over the soft duvet, fluttering my eyes open tiredly.

I was met with a white ceiling. I grinned lazily at the crystal white roof above me, then turned my head to the side.

My eyes widened instantly, my mouth agape.

This wasn't my apartment. This wasn't my bed.

I wasn't in my own bed.

I shot up, resting my weight on my hands as I scanned the room. My phone was plugged in, sitting on the bedside table. My gaze met the side of an armchair. When I realised who was sitting in it, I shrieked at the sight.

Harry didn't wake up at my shriek as I clamped my hand over my mouth with widened eyes before it could increase in volume. He wore black skinny jeans and a black shirt, though he was barefoot with black socks on. I held my breath, throwing the covers off me and standing up out of the bed I was in and looked down at myself. I was dressed in a large t-shirt and large track suit pants.

Harry undressed me.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as Harry groaned and stirred in his sleep. His arms were crossed as he had a permanent angry frown on his face, his head was leaned back against the back of the small chair, displaying the sharpness of his jawline.

I still had my hand over my mouth, trying to hold my breath as best I could. I stood frozen next to the bed, eyes wide, watching him and analysing to myself whether he was going to wake up or not.

He groaned quietly once more, taking a deep breath in and I saw his eyes gently open, but to only see the ceiling. The same view I had. I took a sharp breath in and stood stiff with my arms by my sides now. I was paralysed.

He guided his head forward and rubbed his eyes. When he removed his hands from his face, he caught my baffled gaze.

Completely surprising me, a lazy, tired yet seductive smirk spread across his face at the sight of my frozen body.

He exhaled slowly, his eyes trailing up and down the length of me.

Harry hummed deeply. I was not processing any words, and I didn't trust my mouth to perform a remotely coherent sentence.

"Good morning." His extremely raspy morning voice broke the room's silence.

"Why am I h-here?" I squeaked, mentally hitting myself in the face for sounding so high pitched.

He chuckled lightly. "Don't you remember?" He husked as he stood up to his full height, towering as he walked towards me, running his hand through his hair.

I backed up into his bed-side table. He had a massive habit of cornering me. I didn't like it, but I was far too intimidated to say anything.

"Did you undress m-me?" I trembled underneath his towering figure.

His smirk grew wider as he lazily shut his eyes. "No, Ivery. I gave you clothes to change into, and you went into that bathroom," he pointed to the white door that I figured led to the bathroom. "You changed in there."

I had no idea what he was talking about, and I didn't remember a thing. This was the most I'd ever heard him speak, though. His accent was thick, and his voice was extremely deep and raspy by default, let alone in the morning.