Wicked Obsession

26.

Sunday, July 28

I'm too warm. I groan.

The air is stifling and my skin feels like it's on fire... I throw the three blankets that I somehow got under, off and when I get up, a sharp pain splinters through my head. I hate hangovers... I take a few deep breaths shuffle my way towards the bathroom.

After a considerable amount of digging, I find some Tylenol in a cabinet and take it. After using the toilet, I make my way back into the bedroom and realize I'm alone. I faintly hear music in the other room and go investigate.

It's a soft classical piece that I can't remember the name of, but it's one of my favorites. I turn the corner and find Harry seated in the living area on one of the sofas with a stack of papers laid out before him. I don't think I've ever seen him so underdressed and damn is it a sight.

He's wearing sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt that hangs loosely on his muscular frame. His hair is pushed back lazily and my hands suddenly itch to run through it. One of his large hands is wrapped around a coffee cup and I'm transfixed on his mouth as he lifts it to his pink lips.

"Good morning Aurora." His voice is warm and slow like honey dripping from a comb, eyes still calmly going over the papers in front of him.

My stomach flutters and as cliche as it sounds, I think my heart skipped a beat. When he finally lifts his forrest green eyes to mine... I nearly pass out.

No man should be aloud to be this fucking hot.

It can't be legal.

His smoldering gaze holds mine, waiting for a response, but I'm too enamored to speak.

Shit, I've got it bad.

I need to stop.

I glance over at the clock and see that it's half past noon.

"Good afternoon Harry." I managed to sound more nonchalant than I feel and I mentally pat myself on the back.

"Can't even greet me without using that smart mouth of yours." He chuckles and shakes his head slowly.

Ignore him and escape his intense stare by going to the kitchen. I make myself busy with getting a cup of coffee and even though he can still see me, it's like an immense weight is lifted from my shoulders. I take a discrete deep breath to steady myself.

I can't let him distract me. We really need to talk and at this rate all I can see happening is me tearing his clothes off...

I look down at my own attire and I realize I'm just in one of his T-shirt and panties.

This won't do.

AURORAS STEPS TO SUCCEED IN TALKING TO HARRY STYLES:

Step 1: Remove sexy attire. Be as plain as possible.

I ignore his amused expression as I go back to my bedroom and quickly change into sweatpants and a baggie shirt. I tame my hair by running my fingers through it and throw on a pair of socks for good measure.