Show Me 2 - Remember Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Six - Truly, Madly, Deeply

Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between?

I can't believe that you are here and lying next to me.

Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined?

Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine?

- "Truly, Madly, Deeply", One Direction

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I was awoken by the sounds of clattering pots and a whirring coffee maker a little earlier than I would have liked. I let out a light groan, pulling one of my extra pillows up on my head. I honestly did not feel like getting up at that exact moment, but judging by the voices washing down the hallway, I guess I had to.

As I started to groggily drift into consciousness, I noticed Harry's shirtless body spread all over the mattress, tangling over my own. He must've had a restless night. One of his legs was thrown over the both of mine, his left arm was draped on the pillow over my head, while his right rested loosely around my waist where it had been last night. His eyes were shut, with those long lashes fanning over his cheekbones, and those plump, pink lips were parted slightly with his light snores. Curly hair tangled up on the pillow surrounding his head. I loved to watch Harry sleep, but frankly, being tangled up with those long limbs of his wasn't my idea of comfort.

He really was pretty to look at though.

"You're staring at me," he suddenly murmured in that scratchy, groggy tone of his, eyes still closed.

I giggled, brushing a curl from his tanned forehead. "You're handsome."

Harry opened one eye, so I could see it roll. "Yeah, yeah."

I leaned up for a kiss, but Harry pressed one finger against my lips to suddenly stop me.

"Nuh uh, baby. Not until you brush your teeth. Morning breath isn't cute." The dimple was showing as he spoke, and I bit at his finger.

"Ow."

"You deserved that."

"Harry? Ali?" Anne's voice chimed from the kitchen. "Are you guys awake?"

"Yeah, Ma, we're up. We don't need an alarm clock," Harry yelled back, finally disentangling himself from me.

I threw him a glare before sliding out of bed, stretching my arms up. I noticed Harry was opening the door about to leave just in his boxers.

"Harry!" I hissed. "What do you think you're doing?"

He stared at me, confused. "Getting breakfast?"

"Put on some clothes, honestly. You can't walk out there like that."

"Like hell I can't." Smirking at me, he strode down the hall casually before I could say another word. Fuck, Harry.

"Morning, everyone!" I heard him call. I could practically hear the smile in his voice as he entered the living room and kitchen area. Blushing and pulling a pair of sweatpants up my legs, a t-shirt of Harry's over my head, and stuffing my hair into a stringy ponytail in record time, I followed.

"What the hell, Harry?" Gemma cried from the sofa. "This isn't a Calvin Klein photo shoot - put some damn clothes on!"

He flashed a genuine but playful smile at his sister. "This is my house, not church. Why do I need to dress up?"

"Putting on some pants is dressing up to you?" Gemma teased.

"Pretty much. Maybe you should dress up a little, yourself, Gem. You look like Alien from Alien Versus Predator with no makeup on."