The moment I wake up is the moment I feel an uncomfortable pain in my lower region. Harry's arms are tightly wrapped around my small frame, almost around me twice. Why he feels he must hold me close in his sleep I'll never know the answer to, but I don't want to know, I like it. His arms restrict me, impossibly tighter as I wiggle free.
I cringe when I see the blood staining the white sheets. I'll have Harry throw those out later. I feel bad for him as he looks for my absent body, sufficing with a pillow, my pillow. I quietly tip toe away from him, walking weird so it eases the pain a little bit. I close the bathroom door behind me and turn the shower on before I start taking my makeup off from last night, it's smeared and my mascara is flaking and smeared under my eyes, my dark circles a trait from my fathers side of the family, I always wear concealer when I go out, otherwise I'll look horrible.
I adjust the water before turning my phone on, ignoring all my notifications and putting my music on shuffle before stepping into the hot water, I stand under it for a few minutes, drenching my body and hair with the water before washing them both, humming along softly with my music, Fall Out Boy, and some other artists.
I shut the water off and grab my towel as I step out and dry off, Harry doesn't seem to be up yet so that's good. I don't really want to get dressed in front of him, despite our activities from last night... they flash through my mind, a smile finding its way to my lips. I open the door and peek my head out to see Harry still sleeping, he looks adorable, the way his mouth is parted slightly, allowing soft snores to come out, a soft crease between his eyebrows I want to smooth out. I want to hear his voice, it's unique and I really love it.
I walk quietly around the bed, towards the dresser and pull a pair of panties out then pad over to the walk-in closet and pull a cropped red sweater off the hanger, it says LOVE in a nice font. I hold it agaisnt my chest as I enter our room and spot his shirt on the floor, I set mine down and pick his up to pull over my head while walking over to the mirror, it goes down to my thighs, it's baggy, making me look flat chested, but at this point, and this early in the morning, I don't care. I smooth it down while admiring it before turning away and walking towards the large window that's covered by curtains while pulling the shirt over my head.
Harry's POV
I awake to the soft shuffle of feet, immediately recognizing it as my girls feet, I open my eyes slightly to find her picking my shirt up from the ground and pulling it over her head then look in the mirror for a few seconds. I'll admit she looks gorgeous in my clothes, she walks away, pulling it off her body while standing in front of the window, my eyes flick down to her ass, covered by a black pair of panties. Her wet brown hair falls down her back in wavy strands. Throwing my shirt in the hamper before spinning around, I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep, but keeping my eyes barely open to catch a glimpse as her unsuspecting body. The events of last night fill my mind, the way she screamed my name as she orgasmed. She's mine.
She picks up a shirt at the end of our bed, pulling it over her head before leaving after a few minutes of deciding whether or not to wake me.
I shower before joining her downstairs, finding her in the kitchen. I grin as I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and move her hair to one side to kiss her shoulder. "Good morning, beautiful."
"That was a lovely show you out on for me this morning." I smirk, leaving a trail of kisses up her neck. I don't have to see her face to know its red.
"You seen that?" She asks shyly. I don't know why she's acting so shy about the subject, whether or not I seen her body this morning, I seen everything there was to see last night.
"Yeah." I respond, turning her around from the stove. A hell of a way to start a new year, I'll tell you that. I lift her up by her hips and set her on the counter, standing between her legs, using my hands to wrap them around my waist, my hands resting on her waist. "I'm thinking round 2." I smirk, looking up into her grey eyes. I've come to notice that they change colors throughout the day, she wakes up and they're grey but as the day goes on they turn a beautiful shade of dark blue. Her eyes are the prettiest I have ever seen.
