You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}

Chapter 6

PIPER'S P.O.V.

I awoke abruptly with a sharp intake of air, lifting my head up as much as I was allowed by the large arm wrapped around my torso, weighing me down. Oh, right.  I realized where I was. I laid my head back down and let my eyes wander over to the lightly snoring man next to me. His hair was a wreck, standing up all over the place, small pieces littering his relaxed forehead. His lips were parted slightly, allowing him to breathe as he laid on his stomach. His arm resting across me was the one with the most tattoos, in fact it was covered with random markings. I studied them, lightly running my fingertips over them which caused him to stir a bit. I wasn't trying to wake him up but I secretly wanted him to, although it was nice to just watch him sleeping so peacefully. Without opening his eyes, he wrapped his arm around me tighter, pulling me toward him, turning me to face him before resting his head above my collarbone. I rubbed my left hand on his back, lightly scratching it which triggered a playful moan from Harry before he started kissing my neck, his eyes finally opening.

"Good morning, Piper." 

He lifted himself on top of me, holding himself up in a push-up position. His green eyes were still squinted from sleep but I couldn't help but laugh at the grin on his face or the morning wood against my hip. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on my nose before pushing up and rolling over, pulling the covers off of him so he could search for our necessary clothing. He walked over to his suitcase, pulling out a fresh pair of boxer briefs, dark grey this time. He pulled them on followed by some loose gym shorts before finding my belongings.  I sat up in bed, holding the sheets over my bare body, as he tossed my bra and underwear onto the bed, both found on different sides of the room. I slid the panties under the sheets before slipping them on and put my bra on soon after, not really trying to hide anything from  Harry. It's not as if it was private with him anymore. When I was done, I pulled the sheets off of me completely and hopped out of bed. 

"Here, you can wear this so you don't have to put your dress back on."

He grabbed a black v-neck tee-shirt and pair of dark red sweat pants and placed them on the corner of the bed before walking towards the bathroom.

"Thanks," I smiled a bit wildly when he had turned away, stepping into the sweats and pulling them over my hips. 

They were definitely too long on me so I rolled the waist band a few times. I heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on as I slipped the shirt on, pulling my hair out away from my neck after it was on. The bathroom door opened and he walked toward me, brushing his teeth, still shirtless. Yeah, I could get used to this. He opened his duffel bag and pulled out another toothbrush, still in the package, holding it out to me. Thank god. I grabbed it gratefully and headed towards the bathroom myself, leaving it open so he could finish brushing his teeth, too. I looked in the mirror and snickered at the spots of black under my eyes, grabbing a tissue from the counter so I could clean up my face a little. When I was done, I squeezed some toothpaste onto the brush Harry gave me and started brushing my teeth. He appeared behind me and I made room next to the sink so he could rinse his mouth. When he was done, he put his toothbrush down and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek before whispering in my ear,

"Make sure you brush good after last night."

He winked at me through the mirror and then smacked my ass before turning back to the bedroom. I smiled at his remark and then finished up in the bathroom. When I exited, the room was empty and the door to the rest of the suite was cracked open. I bet everyone is already out there. I gulped and opened the door all the way. Sure enough, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Riley and Harry sat around a circular table, taking up all of the chairs.