If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 25

When Ashley woke up, she was somewhat disoriented. Except for the soft glow of the lamps, it was dark. Her neck was stiff from having lain in one position for so long. She lifted her head to discover that Harry was asleep. Careful to avoid kneeing him again, she slid down before pushing herself up. She leaned over to pick up the towel. Grabbing her wine glass and phone, she turned off both lamps before going to the bedroom and closing the door.

Except for her stiff neck, she felt better than she had in a while. After going to the bathroom and removing her contacts, she left the shorts across the back of her vanity chair and went to bed in nothing but her underwear.

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Someone was insistently calling her name. She opened her eyes to the darkness.

"Hm?"

"Hey, sweetheart. Sorry to wake you. I have to go."

"What time is it?"

"Six o'clock. I have to be on set by eight. I've got to go home, get a shower, and something to eat."

"Shower here," she said sleepily.

"You sure. I don't want to keep you awake."

"You don't know me. I can sleep through most anything," she said turning her back to him. "Oh, there's fruit in the fridge along with some hummus. Pita chips are in the pantry if you want them."

"Thank you. I'll let you know when I'm leaving," he said leaning over and kissing her on the neck.

When she rolled over and reached a hand out from under the covers, the sheet slipped to reveal she was wearing no shirt. Harry sat down on the side of the bed and took her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth. She seemed unaware that she was bare down to her cleavage. Her eyes were still closed when he kissed her. With one finger, he traced along the line of the sheet causing her to open her eyes.

"Stop that," she said as she let out a soft breath.

"Are you sure?" he asked teasingly.

"I'm sleepy," she said rolling away from him.

"I see," he said running a fingertip down her exposed spine. When he felt her shiver, he followed the trail of his finger with his lips. She arched her back away from him. "Still want me to stop?"

"You need to get ready so you aren't late."

"Since you're being so gracious, I have some extra time," he whispered.

She turned back over to face him. "I'll make you tea or coffee while you shower."

"What if you shower with me and we make coffee together?"

"As appealing as that sounds . . ."

"I'll see you in a few days," he interrupted. Harry kissed her once more and pulled the covers over her shoulders. "Get some sleep for us both."

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When she opened her eyes again, the sun was shining brightly. Her phone display revealed she had missed several text messages. The first was from her uncle who asked her to bring her laptop when she came to visit. The next few were from Harry:

There's been a delay. Sitting in my trailer for 2 hours thinking about you.

The following 15 minutes later:

I hope you might be drinking some coffee as am I. Wish it were together.

Five minutes later:

Your skin was so soft and smelled wonderful this morning. Can't get it out of my head.

Ashley texted him: