Behind The Shades - Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

My phone vibrates to wake me up. Sigh. I move my arm around to find my phone that usually sits on the bedside table. But to my surprise my hand touches material. I remember that Harry is here, so I snuggle into him and his hold on me tightens. Yes, he held me the majority of the night. No, I don’t know how.

“Morning.” His voice hoarse, covered in sleep.

“Mhmm.” I mumble into his shirt.

“You have to get ready for school.” He states.

“Mhmm.”

He moves his arm and I tighten my arm around his torso. He kisses my forehead before switching the alarm off on my phone. He then grabs his phone and to my surprise I see he hasn’t changed his background. Well, for now.

“Come on, get up.” He says as he pats my back.

I sit up on the bed, rubbing my eyes and yawn, “Okay.”

I grab my towels from my room before walking into the bathroom. I brush my teeth then have a quick shower before I wrap a towel over my wet hair and another to wrap around my body. When I open the door, I see Harry sat on the floor with his toothbrush and phone in his hand and folded clothes on top of his crossed legs. He lifts his head when he realises I’ve opened the door, he then gives me a once over followed by adjusting the clothes in his lap.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Can I have a shower please?” He asks, his voice a little husky.

“Sure.”

Harry gets up whilst I go back into the bathroom and take a towel from the storage area. I hand it to him; he takes it from my hold and gives me a kiss before pulling my towel to take it off. I scream from the shock and grab the towel before it falls off my body. I give him a playful glare before I exit the bathroom.

As he has his shower, I quickly dry my hair and get dressed. I hate having a shower in the morning; my hair never seems to listen to me when it’s just been washed, so I tie my hair up in a presentable bun, with them donut things. When I start putting on my make up, Harry comes into the room wearing the clean clothes he had in his lap earlier. Only God knows where he got them from.

“Do you want me to do anything to help you, so you’re not late?” Harry asks as he rubs the towel over his wet hair to take off any excess water.

I apply a layer of mascara on my eyelashes, “Could you make me packed lunch while I sort my bag out?”

“Yeah sure.” He says before leaving my room.

After I have applied my casual make up – eyeliner and mascara, I check my school timetable before putting in booklets and grabbing my folders. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen after grabbing my coat from behind my door. Harry was eating breakfast but he had a packed lunch box in front of him. He tilts his head towards the box for me to take as he chews on the cornflakes in his mouth; I put the box into my bag before sitting down on the breakfast bar chair.

I pour some cornflakes into my bowl followed by milk then begin eating.

“When do you have to leave for school?” Harry asks after he washes his bowl.