Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Four- His Second Attack

The next morning I cracked my eyes open fluttering them slightly to get used to the bright light shining through the window. I was about to turn on my back until i realized I was stuck in a pair of iron arms. Harry's very light snore was in my ear, and the heat from his bare chest burned my back. I blushed slightly, but I quickly got over my shyness and turned towards him. His face was smooth and almost child like; he looked so much like a child when he slept. I moved his bangs out of his face like he usually did. I smiled as his lips parted slightly.

        "Harry, wake up," I speak softly kissing his forehead.

        He frowns a little. "No,"

        I laugh hitting him in the head with a pillow. "Wake up!"

        He shoots up and grabs my arms. "Don't do that,"

        I crack a small mischievous smile. "I can do what I please if you won't wake up the first time,"

        He rolls his eyes. "I feel like I shouldn't sleep with you anymore in the same bed then,"

        I pull him to me, and I rest my head on his chest listening to his soft heartbeat. "Actually, I like sleeping in the same room as you. I feel safe,"

        "You do?"

        "Yeah,"

        He presses his lips on top of my head and rubs my back. "Good,"

        I hopped into the shower in the bathroom while Harry was getting dressed. When I went back into his room to retrieve my clothes with the towel wrapped around me Harry stood there in his gray skinny jeans and a black v neck he was holding a new pair of clothes.

        I frowned. "Where did you get those?"

        "Niall went and picked them up last night,"

        I smile softly. That was just like Niall: thinking about others. I hurried back into the bathroom and put on my jeans, purple v neck, and dark gray zip up hoodie. After tying on my high top Converse I came out of the bathroom running right into Harry.

        He smiled his dimples popping out. "Careful, love,"

        "Well you're the one waiting outside the bathroom like a creeper," I grumble.

        He chuckles taking my hand. "I should probably take you home. Thalia called at six in the morning,"

        "Oh," I frown. "What time is it now?"

        "Eleven,"

        "Shit," I curse hitting my forehead. "I haven't attended one meeting so far! I really need to get my butt in gear,"

         "Don't worry about it," He soothes running a hand through my damp light blonde hair. "You've been through a lot these past couple weeks. I'm sure they don't blame you,"

        "Well, I need to start working," I cross my arms defiantly.

        He chuckles again taking my hand shaking his head. "You're quite the amazing woman,"

        I roll my eyes, but I restrain from retorting back. When we got downstairs he made me some scrambled eggs and toast. I looked around the empty manse bewildered.

        "Uh, Harry where is everybody?"

        He looks up from the pan on the stove. "Huh? Oh, they're at the studio working on some music,"