Figuring It Out

Chapter 14

When I wake up, I'm extremely warm and cozy. I look down and I see a rose and anchor tattoo on an arm that's wrapped around me.

Harry.

My body's clad in a oversize black t shirt, that's obviously Harry's. I freak out, and that just causes my head to pound even more then it was a few minutes ago.

Memories from last night flow back.

Niall and I grinding.

Making out with Harry.

Zayn and Harry laughing at me in the car.

Louis and Eleanor making out the entire time.

Harry helping me into my room.

Him striping down to his boxers and helping me out of my shoes and dress. Cheekily smirking at what I'm wearing, then helping me into his black T-shirt.

Lying down with him, while he lightly sings Truly Madly Deeply.

Well I had quite the night. I grab the black iPhone off of the nightstand. It's Harry's but I don't think he'll mind. I'm just checking the time anyways. 11:58. His wallpaper is of me and him last night, a picture I don't remember taking. He's kissing my cheek and my eyes are crossed, of course making me look like an absolute idiot. I set the phone back down and cuddle into Harry. His arms tighten around me, and his head falls into the curve of my neck, his bare chest pressed into my back.

I feel a pair of lips press into my neck, after about 5 minutes of blissful silence and comfort.

"Good morning."

Harry's raspy voice rumbles into my neck.

"Hey."

I turn around so I'm facing him. Harry's curls are still semi jelled, giving them leverage off his forehead, but not completely up like they usually are. His eyes bore into mine, and a slight smirk is playing on his face.

In a swift movement, his lips press into mine, and his arms find their way back around my waist. I kiss back, and bring my hands to rest on his bird tattoos, lightly tracing his collar bones.

When we finally pull away, a now heavy set smirk is set on his face.

"That's quite the wake up method."

He mumbles out, hot breath shooting out on my face.

I giggle and bury my head into his chest, slightly embarrassed but still satisfied.

Harry's body vibrates with a laugh, and I feel him press a kiss onto the top of my head, our legs tangling up.

I sigh in contentment. I could definitely go for waking up to this every morning.

After sitting like that, we start talking. Curled in Harry's arms he tells me story's from when he was younger, and story's from tour. I laugh along with him, and almost cry as he describes to me the feel of when his parents split up. He tells me hilarious story's about him and Gemma, and awkward moments of his.

I sigh, and press into Harry. His arms tighten around my waist, and we just lay there, him tracing patterns of the exposed patch of skin on my lower stomach.

I feel my stomach flutter as his hands go dangerously close to the fabric Victoria's Secret calls underwear. In a second, my back is on my mattress, and Harry's hovering above me, his elbows next to my head on either side, and his face centimeters from mine.

He smirks down at me, his eyes turning a dark green, a shade that I haven't seen on him before. He closes the tiny distance between us, and our lips start to move in perfect synch. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip, clearly asking for entrance, which I allow. Our tongues battle for dominance, that fight Harry ends up winning. By now, my hands are tangled in his curls, and his are placed on my face, holding me down. I take my legs and wrap them around his waist, and pull him into me. Our legs tangle up, and I gasp as he pulls away, and immediately attaches his lips to my neck. He nibbles and bites, causing my mind to wander to all the other things he can do with that mouth.

His lips leave my skin, and his hands move to pull my shirt off of me in one swift movement. His eyes trail over my body, and I feel him pressed against me, a poke in my thigh letting me know exactly what he wants. I'm eager to feel him on me again, so I pull Harry into me, our lips crashing together, a slight moan being admitted from him when I bite down on his lower lip.

As his arm starts to reach around to my back, obviously looking for my bra, the door swings open.

Harry and I pull apart to see Eleanor and Louis standing there, both with smug looks written on their faces. I lean up and press my head into Harry's neck, embarrassed that they came in on that.

Louis clears his throat after a few more moments of silence, and chooses to speak.

"All I am going to say is your lucky that it wasn't Liam. Oh and you two should start getting up. There's food in the kitchen."