Enough

Chapter 27.

Songs:

Give me love - Ed sheeran

Skinny Love -  Ed Sheeran

Say something - Shawn Mendes (cover)

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The sudden light from the sun shines on my face causing my sleep to get interrupted. With my eyes still closed, I look for Harry with my hands as I finally feel the soft skin of his, touch mine. I open my eyes only to find a sleeping Harry, his eyes fluttered closed with snores escaping his mouth now and then. A small smile creeps into my face and settles there as I watch him sleep in his most vulnerable state.

''Some might find your staring quite creepy, you know.'' His voice startles me, I jump in surprise as his husky chuckle returns. I take a second to admire his tattoos even though I've seen them before in several occasions, but they never seem to bore me out as they are settled on Harry's chest and arms in a very peaceful and graceful way. His beauty is overwhelming, I'd be able to stare at Harry for hours.

''I wasn't staring,'' I lie, and protect my cheeks from showing the heat spreading it's way across my whole face down to my neck.

He laughs once again, this time with a genuine grin spread across his features. ''Sure Samantha, I don't think your mum would appreciate you lying.''

I tense at the thought of my mother, she would most certain not appreciate any of my recent actions. But I will not let my mind filled with thoughts of her, destroy my time with Harry, especially when he's in this playful mood which I love.. so much. More than he'll ever know but I know that he knows that I appreciate it when he tries.

''So..'' He sits up. ''Breakfast?''

I smile at his sweetness, ''Oh wow, Harry Styles cooking. That must be something new.''

He laughs, showing his beautiful teeth and grin in the process. His beauty never fails to surprise me as it makes it's affect right in my lower region, the place where I crave him the most.

''Well, I was thinking that we could go to McDonalds but if you feel like doing some action in the kitchen, I'm fine with that.'' He scratches his neck quite nervous about the situation. I must remind myself that he's knew to this whole girlfriend-thing. The letter comes in mind again, but I push it away, determined not to waste our time together before I have to face my mother.

I can't help but to think about his mother, his family. I've never questioned him about this and perhaps I should, maybe even now for that matter since these questions have been swirling around in my mind for quite a while now.

''Can't we just lay here all day?'' I whine, and press my palms against his chest causing his breathing to quicken. I love how I can have control over him even for the slightest moments.

''I'd love to,'' he says with true honesty hinted in his voice. ''But I have work to do and you have to go home, you have your precious classes tomorrow.''

''What kind of work?'' My curiosity brings me to ask.

''Nothing for you to worry about,'' he smiles as he lays back down with my feet on each side of his muscular body. I straddle him with my hands beside his head and his hands hanging loosely on my wrists.

''Of course I have to worry about your work,'' I exclaim. ''I have to worry about my boyfriend for Gods sake!''

''Mhm.. I love it when you call me your boyfriend.'' He hums, and traces his index finger on my bottom lip which is slightly captured between my teeth.

''Why?''

''Because..'' He scoots up to give me a quick peck before landing right back down at the soft material of his pillow. ''.. that means you're mine. And only mine.''