Bottomless Love // Harry Styles

Chapter 16

oh hey if you're in the mood to cry and get all emotional because of fetus, listen to the video on the side! x

 

 

 

I bit my lip, trying desperately to wiggle out of Harry's hold.

I giggled, running my hands through my knotted up hair. "Cheeky bastard," I whispered, leaning down and pecking his lips.

His eyelids fluttered in his sleep, and a faint smile was placed on his lips.

I slipped out of my bed, tip-toeing over to the closed bedroom door.

"Don't leave me," Harry whispered, his voice raspy from sleep.

I turned around, my hand on the door knob.

My eyes landed on him as he was reaching his hands out and making grabbing motions.

I pulled my lips into a thin line, contemplating on what to do.

"Please? Just for ten more minutes. Please cuddle with me baby," Harry begged, pealing back the blanket, and patting down next to him.

I sighed, giving in. I walk back over to the bed, placing my body down onto the plush mattress.

Almost immediately Harry had his hands on me, holding my waist protectively.

I snuggled into his arms, nuzzling my nose into his neck while he pecked my forehead.

"I need you Brooke, I need you like my lungs need air," Harry breathed out.

I closed my eyes, breathing in his sweet, musky scent. "I know, me too,"

We laid in the same position for a few minutes, relishing the comforting feeling of each other, up until Harry broke the silence.

"Say fort," Harry spoke, his voice more audible then a few minutes ago.

"Fort," I chuckled.

"Now say it three times," he ordered, the pads of his fingers tracing my hip.

"Fort, fort, fort,"

"Spell it twice,"

"F-o-r-t, f-o-r-t,"

"Say it two more times,"

"Fort, fort,"

"Now what do you eat soup with?"

"A fork, come on Harry you aren't tricking me," I scoffed, placing my head on the pillow next to him.

Harry rose an eyebrow, a playful, smug smirk laid on his lips. "Really? Because I eat soup with a spoon,"

Oh.

I groaned, stuffing my face into the pearly white pillow. "You're so annoying,"

He chuckled. "Good because I find you annoying too,"

I looked over at him. "Glad we're on the same page,"

Harry smiled, inching his face closer to mine, close enough that I could feel his warm, spine-chilling breath on my face. "Guess what?" Harry whispered.

"What?" I whispered back, smiling when Harry's hand cupped my cheek, and his thumb traced my lips.

"You're insanely beautiful," He breathed out.

"You really think so?" I whispered, rolling over so I was straddling his hips.

I ran my hand at a torturously slow pace, up his torso.