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thirty five

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mellifluous (adjective) - a sound that is sweet and smooth, pleasing to hear.

I woke to the sounds of soft and lazy humming in my ear. It was a relaxing hum, one that could easily send me back to sleep.

I rolled over to see Harry sleeping peacefully behind me, his handsome face nuzzled next to mine. His muscular arm was draped loosely around my waist, as if to keep me close.

"Harry." I whined softly, admiring how peaceful he looked in his sleep.

His bright pink lips were parted slightly, a musically appealing hum spilling from his lips when he breathed. His hair jutted out in every direction possible, creating an adorable entangled mess of curls.

For a quick moment, I let my eyes flutter shut and let myself just listen to the sweet sound of Harry's hummed. It was a smooth sound, like a mother's lullaby to her newborn baby or a gentle waterfall flowing onto a bed of slippery rocks.

I just slept with Harry Styles, the hottest man who I have ever met. Well, not exactly.

He still had all his clothes on, and I had on mine. I fully remembered everything that he had told me, and every family story and fears for love, I remembered. Although, the fact that we were fully dressed assured me that nothing sexual had occurred between us.

"Harry." I whined again, softly shaking his arm. "I have to go to school."

I wanted to stay in this moment forever. Laying tranquilly in bed next to this gorgeous man, the morning light peaking brightly through the blinds, wrapped up in his tattooed arms, still slightly still tipsy from the sweet wine.

But I couldn't miss this class, no way.

"No, you don't," Harry's pouted pink lips muttered with a syrupy voice and a thick accent, his eyes still closed.

"I do. And you're in my bed."

Harry lethargically lifted his cheek off the pillow and struggled to open one eye, his foggy emerald eye focusing on me. "Did we...?"

"No, no," I whispered, not wanting to be too loud. "We didn't...no."

"Didn't think so."

I ignored his comment. "We just drank wine until we landed on some....euphoria and talked about life. Don't you remember?"

Harry groggily wiggled his nose before throwing his face back into the pillow. "Yes, I remember. It was nice. I learned a lot about you, Addison Montgomery."

"Likewise." I rubbed my foot against his sculpteded calf.

"Your foot is cold," Harry's tongue darted out and wet his dry and plump lips. "Are you still mad at me? About the other girls?"

"Mhmm."

"Fuck. I'm sorry." He yawned. "You know that."