Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen - Moments

Heart beats harder, time escapes me,

Trembling hands touch skin.

It makes this, harder.

And the tears stream, down my face.

- "Moments", One Direction

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My mind was fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream being chased away by the realization of waking up. It was a nice dream - it involved Harry and snorkeling and bright corals, but the details were fading fast even as I tried to recall. With a mental sigh, I allowed my brain to focus and cautiously opened an eye. The warm, beach sunlight cuts onto the comforter, and I groggily watched dust motes dancing in the wall of sunbeams. 

I could feel Harry's arm still tossed around me, locking me tightly against his body. Mixing with the duvet on my lower half, the heat from the morning beach, and Harry's warm chest, I was extremely overheated. I tried to shift, turning on my back, gently slipping his arm off my waist. A small snort sounded from his lips, and I turned nervously to make sure I hadn't woken him. 

My heart immediately ballooned in my chest as I gazed at Harry's sleeping face. His elongated, delicate lashes brushed his shapely cheekbones, his curly, messy, bronze hair swirling gracefully up onto the pillowcase. His full, thick lips were parted, his sweet breath brushing on my cheeks with every soft sigh he took. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was so beautiful.

His face shone rays of innocence and peace, in such direct contrast to his usual cool demeanor. He looked so young, so angelic. Moments passed, and I wouldn't dare turn my eyes away. I still had the small fear that he would disappear. I ached to touch his mouth, but I didn't want to wake him.

Finally, I slipped very slowly out of bed, one foot touching the ground, then the other. I tiptoed to over to Harry's bag, taking out his red flannel. I shrugged into it, almost sighing out loud in response to how good it smelled. Just like him, faint but so concentrated at the same time. I buttoned it up, sniffing at the collar. The flannel was way too big on me; I had to roll the sleeves up four or five times to show my fingers, and the hem of it fell past my thighs. I grabbed my phone and earphones, leaving the bedroom finally.

I hurried down the hallway, hopping the stairs and making my way to the kitchen. My stomach was growling - Harry and I stopped for food only once yesterday, and I was absolutely ravenous. Opening the refrigerator, I was surprised. The fridge was fully stocked, and with one quick once-through, everything seemed to date. When did Harry come by and do this?

I took out some eggs, thinking I might surprise Harry with some breakfast. Plugging in my headphones, I hummed along to Lana Del Rey's "Born to Die". I eagerly took out a pan to start scrambling some eggs, swaying my hips from side to side with the beat. 

Come on, take a walk on the wild side, let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain...you like your girls insane, choose your last words, this is the last time. Cause you and I, we were born to die.

I danced my way to the refrigerator, taking out a pack of bacon, when I saw a shape leaning against the wall near the cabinets. I jumped, letting out a small screech. Harry stood there, naked to the waist except for a pair of baggy sweatpants hanging low on his hips, watching me with a small, teasing smirk. His arms were crossed over his bare chest. He'd seen everything.

"Oh, please don't stop on my account," he said as I clumsily yanked out the headphones. "You can definitely work those hips of yours, baby." His green eyes were flashing with a double meaning, his tongue running over his lips. 

I could feel my face whiten with horror, and I turned back to the pan. Just my fucking luck. "Good morning," I snapped. 

He padded next to me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my head. "Morning, beautiful. Were you making me breakfast?" He nodded down to the busy stove.