Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 8: Morning After

Chapter 8: Morning After 

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Recap of (7) 

"I love you Harry." 

Maybe my thoughts we're to consumed by him to think straight, or maybe it was how badly my subconscious wanted to hear it, but I could have swore i heard him say it back. 

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Whitney POV: 

Song- Chocolate: The 1975 

A smile played on my lips, glancing up to watch Harry dig through his drawers, pulling out another pair of boxers. 

I pulled the sheet up to cover my chest, complacently smiling as my eyes drifted across his toned back. 

Harry twisted around holding a white tee in his hand, "Do you wan-" 

"Are you checking me out?" He smirked. 

I playfully smiled back, biting my bottom lip. 

He chuckled, ruffling his hair before pushing it back from his forehead. 

"Do you want to wear one of my shirts?" 

I glanced down at my clothes on the floor and it only took a second for me to realize how uncomfortable they would be to sleep in. 

"Yes please. But not that one." I said examining the shirt in hand. 

"Why not?" 

"Because once I take my bra off it will be see through." 

"Oh so you are taking it off then?" Harry grinned ear to ear. 

I tossed the shirt back at him, "yes you perv." 

Our laughter filled the room as he pulled out a solid black one, holding it up and buffing out his chest while putting his hands on his hips. 

"This one should be good." 

I nodded while giggling at his action. 

Harry shoved the drawer shut, literally, for it was so packed with clothes, probably in an unorganized mess; I didn't want to think about that bc then I would have been tempted to straighten it myself to which he would have laughed and rolled his eyes. 

"Be right back." 

As soon as the bathroom door shut behind him I slipped on his tee, laying my bra neatly on top the rest of my clothes to the side of the bed. 

It just barely covered the tops of my thigh, so it was probably one he wore quite often, enduring the drying cycle many times. 

"Fit okay?" Harry asked climbing back into bed. 

I looked up at him beneath my lashes, "a little short but yeah." 

His hand drifted under the sheets, resting on my knee before slowly drifting up my thigh. 

I rested my hand over his as it reached the hem, my cheeks flushing at the memory of earlier. 

I wanted to ask him about what I thought I heard him say but everything was too perfect and I didn't want to ruin that by pushing things. Making something out of nothing. 

"Whit." 

"Mhm," I hummed while grazing my nails up his forearm. 

"I just-this is nice." Harry stammered.