The sheets were so warm around my skin. I felt my legs tangled with heat that I thought to be more blankets before I moved and realized it was solid. Harry still fully clothed, must have found his way under the covers during the night. With our legs tangled, I adjusted my arm from under my body causing him to shift as well. His warm hand on my warm waist, he pulled me into him and I rested my back against his clothed chest. The feel of the cotton of his shirt pushed me to remember that I was completely bare under his touch.
Drunk Vaeda made an executive decision last night that Sober Vaeda is having a hard time coming to terms with. The decision to have sex with Harry left me wondering whether or not I would be able to tear myself from him when I know I needed to.
Everyone has their woes. Everyone has hard times that are difficult to cope with, and many people know what it’s like to lose a loved one; which has me growing more sensitive towards Harry. But all those things don’t make him any less of a drug lord and, quite blatantly, a murderer – that I just had sexual relations with. If you’d asked me a year ago “Hey, Vaeda, where do you think you’ll be in a year?” I can tell you with certainty the answer would not have been, “Oh, you know, in bed with Harry Styles. Possibly enjoying him.”
After settling against him, I closed my eyes once more and when I opened them and my brain gathered itself I could feel the cool air circling my back. Harry had disappeared again. In wake of finding more men stationed outside the bedroom door, when I’d finally rolled out of bed, I made my way to my boxes and pulled out my robe. All black silk that reaches just a few inches passed my bum. It feels wild draped delicately across my skin. I also removed the smeared mascara from under my eyes, brushed my teeth and went ahead and brushed out my curls from the night before, leaving soft waves down my back.
I slowly opened the bedroom door to the hall and peered out finding no one. With a sigh of relief, I tightened my robe and stepped out. As I reached the balcony overlooking the staircase, I stopped as I noticed outside the windows the ground and trees were coated in snow, building up as the shower continued. Somehow, although the trees are dead for the winter, when they’re covered in snow, it’s beautiful. I turned and made my descent down the stairs.
I heard pots clinging together from the kitchen, making a ruckus. As I turned in, I found Harry surrounded by a mess, washing dishes in the sink. He immediately looked up at me and smiled. His eyes traveled along my body and tried their hardest not to bug.
“Morning.” He muttered and cleared his throat.
“Ya, Moorniiing.”
Harry and I both shot our heads to the breakfast nook in the corner and I found three men eating, all staring and holding in laughter.
“Oi, Fox, keep your head in your coffee, ya?” Harry scoffed. I could feel a smirk tugging at the end of my lips that I tried to refuse as the smile was wiped off Fox’s face and he literally looked back into his coffee. “And you, woman!” my head shot back to Harry as I realized he was talking to me. “Put some clothes on! You outta your mind coming down here in a house full of lads like that?”
“What? I – I – Like what, I was just…” In a bit of shock, I stumbled over my words as my brain couldn’t produce of coherent sentence. My fingers played with the knot of my robe and Harry rounded the island, taking my arm like he has many times before. His grip stronger than I believe he’s aware of. “Let go!” I pulled, but my arm stayed in his grasp. He pulled me around the corner and pushed my back into the wall. His hand moved to my wrist and pinned it above my head. His unsteady breathing was so present it began to throw off mine. “Harry, let go!”
“How do you come down here in a small robe in a house full of men?” he quizzed.
“I wasn’t thinking, I don’t know.” I whined. His other hand smoothed down my waist and his hand slipped behind my back and over my bum.
