Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 22: Fix Me

Ch 22:

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Recap of Chapter 21:

My lips pop off of him as I grin up at him, "how was I?"

"On a scale of one to ten..."

I nod waiting for his reply while raking my nails down his chest.

"You were a sixty nine."

I shake my head as our laughter fills the room.

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Whitney POV:

Song- Intro: The xx

- My Beautiful Rescue: This Providence

I wake up to a slightly stiff neck but one I wouldn't trade for the luxury of opening my eyes to his bare chest, feeling the warmth his body emits to mine above him cuddled at his side.

"Good morning babe," I whisper softly, expecting him to still be asleep but instead when I look up I am met with a radiating pair or emerald eyes.

"Morning beautiful," Harry smiles charmingly while tucking a strand of hair behind my right ear.

I gently skim the pads of my fingers down his chest, resting my chin on his shoulder.

"How long have you been awake?"

"An hour maybe," Harry says nonchalantly.

"You should have woken me up," I feel slightly guilty, picturing him dazing around the room bored.

"You look cute when you sleep," Harry smiles down at me drifting his eyes across mine.

"Last night was fun," I muse remembering Harrys face twisted in pleasure as he came.

Harry shifted slightly, propping his head up on his elbow, a smirk playing on his lips, "that it was." He says in agreement slowly peeling the blanket off my chest.

His eyes rake my newly exposed body, still only in my underwear. I press my chest against his but by the lasting smirk something tells me he enjoys feeling my hard nipples against his torso more then simply looking at my exposed chest.

"What are you doing today?" I mumble.

"I was hoping to steal you away to my room," Harry says in a pleased tone.

"Cheeky Styles," I giggle tangling my hand in his hair.

"Really though..."He breaths outwardly, "I have to get some shit in order."

"For what?" My brow narrows as I study his eyes.

Harry rakes his fingers through his swept curls, "they want to do some promo stuff for the band." Harry rolls his eyes.

"What's wrong with that?" I ask confused, he's usually excited about this kind of stuff.

"Well for one it's in Sweden."

I frown.

He nods, "yeah and for two promo means publicity, which means the end to the past few weeks of peace and quiet."

"It will get crazy again," Harry shakes his head disapprovingly.

I reach my hand to graze the back of his neck, "but you love it though." I'm not sure if it's a question or a statement but he answers it nonetheless.

"I do," his eyes brighten from within, "it's just never as simple as just promo and I know how much that all freaked you out last time."

"This isn't about me. I'll be fine-"