A/n: This has been one of my favourite chapter to write ;);) Hope you feel the same :P
His head is lying on my chest and his arm has somehow found its way around my waist. Listening to Harry's steady breathing in my ear as he slept. I got out of bed and tried to switch on the lights to see if the power had returned, to my surprise it had.
"Skai?" Harry's eyes adjusted to the light as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes.
"Morning." I said with a smile. Thank god it's a Saturday, I was not in the mood to go back to my house to change out of this annoyingly tight dress.
Harry got out of bed and grabbed my wrist with his large yet soft hands and pulled me towards him. At the contact of our skin mixture of emotions ran through me and I wasn't sure what was happening. He pinned me against the wall. I smirked and bit my lip; he looked into my eyes and cupped my face. My breathing was out of control and yet, at the same time very erratic. Always keeping my gaze, he kissed my neck and pulled away, looking uncertain, I nodded for assurance. Green eyes goes from a peck on my lips to rubbing his nose on mine as I giggled. He placed tiny kisses on my jawline and his hands move from my face to my back, as he shakenly unzipped my dress. A hint of smile covered his face as he pulled his shirt off his head, ruffling his hair in the process. He glided his tongue across his low lip and his lips find mine, yet again. I stood on my toes and stretched upward to kiss his lips. Usually he would bend down so I wouldn't have to stretch up but this time, I felt like it. He groaned and pulled me firmly against his body, the kiss becoming passionate. His mouth tasted minty and just fresh although my cherry lipstick kind of ruins it. Electricity runs through my veins as he slides my dress off, somehow without breaking our heated kiss. Everywhere he touched I felt a sizzling burning sensation. He lifted me up and my legs automatically clutched around his back. The never-ending kiss is still very much active as Harry lays me on the bed and climbs on top of me. His chest is hot as it rises up and down, due to the lack of breath from the kiss. Oh lord, that smirk and those damn dimples appear as if to tease me. The glimmer in his eyes comes into sight. My palms are sweating and my mind is racing. His expression mirrors mine. He asks if I'm certain I want to do this and I slip one arm around his neck and return the kiss, answering his question. His attractive face beams with sheer delight at my reply. He leaned back to return the kiss I suppose, the feel of his soft lips against mine is undeniably exhilarating. He unclasps my bra and at the EXACT same time, the phone rings. The loud ringing shocks me and I bite Harry lip, oops? Way to ruin the moment Harry. Oh wait, that is my ringtone! I quickly clasp my bra and get up from under him. I grab the phone and trying to recover from the lack of breath I answer it.
"Oh h-hey, Alex." I say into the phone, stuttering a bit. "Umm...yeah be right there." Ending the phone call, I grab my dress from the floor and slip it over my head. "Did I bite your lip?" I ask Harry. He nods, what's with the pissed off mood? "Sorry." I said with a giggle. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I snap.
"What did he want?" Harry asked, ignoring my previous question.
"The restaurant is crowded and he needs more waiters, I guess." I shrugged, slipping into my shoes. "Hey, can you zip up my dress, please?" I flushed. He nodded.
"So, he only called you?" What is this? The ask a million question game or something?
"I don't know, I don't think so." I said as I turned around so he could zip up my dress.
"And you're just going to go?" He asked from behind me as he pushed my hair aside and zipped up my dress relatively slowly.
"Well not like this." I say with a giggle but Harry is not amused. His hypnotizing eyes are staring into mine and I don't know what to say. "Why are you acting so cold?" I asked, I had had enough of his silent treatment.

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