PATIENT LOVE

Chapter forty-three

song: The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice 

I'm awake for hours but not really sure why. But through the time of being awake, responding to text messages, emails and watching as the sun sets from the partly closed curtains, I do what I love most in the mornings and that's admire Harry.

He lies on his stomach, a small space between us somehow but his right hand is reached out to touch me. His long curls are a tangled mess as I streak my fingers through them.

I don't want to wake him, really I don't but I can't help myself as I hug myself to his back. We're like that for maybe another ten minutes. Him sleeping and me tracing his skin.

His hand twitches first letting me know he's awake, right before he turns his head in my direction, peeking an eye out at me.

"Hey," he says voice deep.

"Hi," I wave my fingers at him.

I move completely off him when he flips to his back, and then he's making a fist with his hand and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"What time is it?" he asks through a yawn.

"Maybe ten," I shrug.

"And how long have you been awake?"

"Two, three hours," I say. "Old habits die hard."

"Come here," he says and I fall into his arms. His hands run up and down against my back and I have to bite back a shiver as he starts to wake up desires within me.

He pulls me closer to him, my legs tangling with his. "How did you sleep?" I whisper.

"Like a log," he says. "And you?" he adds.

"About the same," I reply.

We lie there for some time that I think Harry might have fallen back to sleep but when his hand taps my butt, I know he's awake.

"We better go help your mom with breakfast or something," I say with a blush. "She has to be awake by now."

"Not so fast," Harry smiles while pulling me back to him, placing me on his lap.

"We're not doing whatever you're thinking."

"Who said I was thinking that?"

"Sure, Harry,"

"I promise, I just want to hold you." He says as he takes both of my hands in his, linking them together.

His eyes fall on the ring he gave me and he looks deep in thought as he looks at it before switching gazes to me and biting his bottom lip in a sexy way.

I lean down to kiss him briefly and even with his bedroom door closed I can hear what sounds like pans from downstairs, meaning Anne is awake.

"Come on, Styles," I pull my hands away from his and quickly climb off him before he can stop me.

My back is to him as I put on clothes on and put away the mess we made last night. When I turn around to see if Harry is doing the same he just stands there while sending a quick text on his phone.

"Put some clothes on," I throw him a shirt.

"The less, the better baby," he says as he puts the shirt on anyways and goes over to the suitcase to find briefs and shorts.

"I'm heading down," I tell him.

"You might want to put your hair up first or something.." he suggests.