Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Twelve

*Lauren’s POV*

I open my eyes and roll over, looking at a peacefully sleeping Harry. He is sprawled out on his back, one arm wrapped around my shoulders and the other hanging limply off the side of the bed. The sheets are draped over his bottom half, exposing his chest while one leg sticks out from under the covers. My eyes wander, observing the way his chest rises and falls, slowly and calmly while he sleeps. I look at his plump, pink lips, slightly parted as he breathes in and out. His curls, which he normally pushes back, lay messily all over his head. I tentatively place my hand lightly on his chest, and begin tracing his tattoos with my finger. A small smile plays across my lips, as I move from tracing his tattoos, to his toned abdomen. Before I know it, I’m tracing his v-lines, my fingers wander down and I begin to follow the line where his boxers hug his hips.

Harry’s hand suddenly grabs mine, and I gasp in shock and look up at him.

“We’ll that’s one way to be woken up.”  Harry smirks and brushes my hair away from my eyes.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away…” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed for being caught.

“Don’t be sorry.” He responds roughly, then rolled suddenly on top of me, baring his weight on either side of my face with his forearms and pressing his growing buldge into me.

I laugh and a smile spreads across his face.  I look up at his green eyes and before I know it, his mouth meets mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. I knot my fingers in the back of his messy hair as he moves his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking everywhere his lips touched.

“Harry...” I moan, arching my back and pressing my chest against his. He must’ve noticed I had his t-shirt on still; he stops kissing me, and sits up to pull my shirt over my head so I am naked except for my panties. He tosses my shirt onto the floor and goes back to kissing my neck. I hugged him to me, panting as his lips make their way down to my chest.  I gasp as his mouth finds one of my nipples while his hand delicately teases the other. Just when I was about to beg for more, the door to Harry’s bedroom flies open.

“Harry did you forget about… OH MY GOD!” Liam appears in the doorway. I shriek and push Harry off me trying to cover myself.

"Fuck.” Harry muttered thrusting the sheet at me so I could cover myself.

I glance at Liam shamefully as he covers his eyes with his hands.

“Holy fuck I am so sorry. I’ll wait downstairs Harry…” Liam says embarrassed, and disappears from the doorway.

“Harry!” I toss one of the pillows at him as he begins to laugh. He blocked my attempt to hit him with the pillow. My face was bright red from embarrassment but I can’t help but smile at his laugh.

“I’m so sorry babe. He didn’t tell me he was picking me up.” Harry got out of bed and ran to his dresser. I sat in the sea of sheets and watched him run around the room picking up different articles of clothing.

“I have never been so embarrassed in my life.” I groan falling back against the pillows, my hair fanning out around me. “You’re an arse.”

“I’m sorry, love. I really didn’t know!” Harry walks over to me and leans above me. I stare up at his dimpled grin and try my best not to smile. He presses a kiss on my forehead and walks away to continue getting ready. 

“My best friend just walked in on us Harry.” I cover my face with my hands shamefully. How embarrassing. Liam is one of my best friends, I literally tell him everything. This is going to be slightly awkward.

“Your best friend? I thought I was your best friend.” I felt Harry sit on the bed next to me and I uncovered my face to see him pretend to be upset. I slap his arm playfully.