The Way (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 27

(Sorry for the long wait. Love you guys. X)

When I open my eyes it takes me a while to remember where I am. As I finally adjust to the light entering in through the large window, I take in my surroundings.

"Good morning baby." Harry coos beside me.

"Good morning. How long have you been awake?" I ask.

"Only a couple of minutes." He says and I nod.

I am laying ontop of the duvet, but there is a large plush blanket covering my still naked body. I flush as the memories from last night fill my mind.

"Are you okay?" The words tumble from Harry's mouth.

"More than okay." I say and mean it. What Harry did to me was something I will never forget.

He smiles at me before bringing his lips over to mine and placing a small kiss.

"You must have been very tired. One orgasm and you were done for." He jokes.

"Harry!" I squeal and turn on my side facing the cream colored wall.

"Yesterday was a lot for me." I add, more courage in my voice as his eyes aren't boring into mine.

"Was it?" He asks confused.

"Yes. It's not every day you go to a funeral, see your boyfriends ex-lover, and get trampled on by his entire family. Including his mom and sister."

"Boyfriend?" Harry's voice is laced with worry and shock.

Holy fuck. Did I just call him that?

"What?" I respond trying to act as if I have no idea what he is talking about.

"You just called me your boyfriend, Alex." Harry sounds appalled at the mention of the word.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't even realize I said that." I lie, my voice leaving me sounding more hurt than anything.

"Is that what I am?" Harry's asks unsure of him.

I turn around under the blanket to face Harry. He immediately wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me closer to him. The soft fabric covering me is almost lost by the move but I'm grateful it stays in place. I reach my hand out in an attempt to run my fingers through his hair, but instead they find their way to his full lips. I trace up and over the top lip, then follow the same pattern over the bottom.

"Is that what you want to be?" I ask.

"I don't know." He closes his eyes reveling in my touch.

"Think about it." I say and remove my hand. I don't want to start a fight like the last time these same words were mentioned.

I get up and wrap the blanket around my body still attempting to cover the skin Harry has already seen.

"What time do your classes start?" Harry asks and I know the 'boyfriend' conversation is over.

"My first one is at 12:00. When is yours?" I ask pulling my clothes out of the travel bag.

"1:00."

"Okay. I'm going to go shower and change." I tell him before walking through the wooden door and into the bathroom.

When I get out of the shower my body feels more relaxed. I'm not exactly sore but sensitive from Harry's actions yesterday. The feeling however was amazing, and I would take any sort of pain to feel that again.

I packed a pair of high rise faded shorts, with a white tank top and a red flannel shirt over the top. Even though I like wearing heels to make up for my short stature I decide to wear my plain white vans. I don't feel like straightening my hair even though I did bring the flat iron, and honestly it doesn't look too bad wavy.