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Chapter 11: Double Team

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Chapter 11: We're The Best

I blinked my eyes for a few times, adjusting from the brightness of the room. The light from outside peeked through the curtains. It wasn't that bright but it was enough to illuminate the dark room. My head was on top Harry's chest. His arms were around my waist. He was hugging me tight. I tried to wiggle myself out but it was no use. Every time I try, he would stir and tighten his grip. I sighed.

I can feel his breathing and the slow beating of his heart. He smell nice. His warmth was inviting as well. I tilted my head a little and looked at him through my lashes. I've never been this close to anyone after Adrian; especially with a guy. Seeing him up close made me take in that Harry is beautiful. His mouth was parted; a light snore coming out of it. His lips were pink and plump. He has a defined jaw. I can see a few blemishes and acnes. His curly hair was sticking on his forehead. Harry looked like an ordinary boy from here. Not the pop star I've seen on TV. I kept observing him then suddenly his face scrunched. I wonder what he is dreaming right now.

I started to draw different patterns on his chest. I was humming to some tune that I barely know. I looked at him again and he was still asleep. I moved a strand of curls away from his forehead. He gently opened his eyes and looked at me. I feel my blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Hey." He said in a hoarse voice.

"Hey. I'm sorry if I wake you up." I whispered. I pouted my lips and he gently tapped it.

"No, you didn't wake me up." His thumb was stroking my cheek. He smiled showing his dimples. I reached for it and poke it. Harry chuckled.

"Did you sleep well?" I nodded. "That's good."

"We should get up now."

"Hmm, do you have something else to do today?"

"No."

"Me too. So let's stay like this for awhile." He hugged me tighter. He buried his face on top of my head. I muffled a laugh on his chest. I felt something inside my stomach was soaring. I won't deny that I'm liking this little moment of ours. It feels good when someone hugs you, but it feels better when they hug you tight. It feels like they don't want to let go. And right now, I don't want to.

"Harryyy!" I dragged the last syllable of his name.

"Mmm."

"I need to use the bathroom." I whispered. He was mumbling something which I didn't understand.

"Harry!" I tried to sound annoyed.

"Fine! But come back to bed." I nodded and pushed his arms. I walked to the bathroom and did my business. When nature calls, one must answer it. After, I went back to the room. Harry was sprawled on the large bed. His eyes were close and I slowly crawled to his side.

"Harry wake up!" I poke his cheek. He didn't answer so I kept poking and calling him.

"I'll only wake up if you'll give me a kiss." He gave me a smug look.

"How bout you'll get up or I'll punch you." I got out of the bed and pressed my hands together making a cackling sound.

"Okay! Fine! I'll get up!" He lifted the duvet and stand on his feet.