Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 39

Ro's POV

I stretched my limbs as I woke, being met with something restraining me. Panic quickly took over until I noticed the eagle tattoo I had memorized so well. I traced it with the tips of my fingers over and over, hoping that the past week was real and not some crazy elaborate scheme my mind thought up and Harry was really here and in fact my boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath, I twisted around under his heavy arm. As I settled into my new position, facing him, everything he said the night before came flooding back to me. His claim to love every single part of me hit me like a bus and it honestly took everything in me to keep myself controlled and not freak out on him.

Not that I had much experience in the whole love department, but the way he himself and the reassuring words he spoke made me feel exactly like I had imagined love was supposed to feel like; breathtaking, leaving you speechless and making your heart skip several beats and a swarm of butterflies in my tummy. But the more he spoke and the longer I stared into his eyes, everything I had imagined went out the window, Harry, in just a moment's flash replacing my ideal vision with something unthinkably better.

He was so much more. So much more than I deserved.

"Stop staring," his sleepy voice spoke, interrupting my thoughts and inspection of his perfectly beautiful face. "It's weird."

I giggled, resting my forehead against his bare chest while his arms tightened around me. "Like you don't stare," I mumbled against his skin.

He kissed the top of my head, his leg lifting and settling around my thighs. "The difference is, you're beautiful."

"So are you," I countered.

His eyes peeled open slowly, a giant grin and dimples taking over his face. "I like this," he commented running his fingers through my hair.

"What?"

"Waking up to you, like this," he smiled.

"We've slept together before?"

He chuckled, running his fingers down my arm, "Not like this. Before we weren't together and when we were, we had things to do and people to look out for. Right now, it's just you and me, no one to bother us-"

On cue, both our phones started ringing. I groaned, tightening my grip around Harry and burying my face in his chest as if that would somehow shield me from the world. He chucked a bit, rubbing my back until I looked up at him again. Without words being exchanged, we both peeled away from each other, grabbing our phones from the nightstand where we had left them before we went to bed. At a quick glance, I noticed, Louis was the one who was calling him, while, Ethan was bugging me.

I stood up, moving to the bathroom to answer. "What do you want?" I sighed, irritated with him for ruining my perfect morning.

"Where the hell are you?" He yelled into the phone.

I held the phone far enough from my ear before he burst my eardrum. "Ethan, I'm in the city-"

"The city?" He continued to yell. "What the hell are you d-"

"If you'd shut your mouth and let me speak," I snapped, instantly regretting it the moment it flew out of my mouth. But it was effective. "I needed to get away."

"Get away?" He was passed angry. "I've given you all the time you wanted, you have a responsibility-"

"First of all, stop yelling at me," I stood my ground, finally. "Ethan, you've guilt tripped me my entire life and I have done exactly what you want up to this point. You can't expect to drop this huge bomb on me and expect me to be stone cold about it and just accept it."