Pressure [hs au]

30 - Bliss

Word count: 2407
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I could have just kissed him for hours. That in itself would be something I'd never tire of.

I swear, if there was some corny orchestra music playing in the background and a fireplace burning a few feet away, everything would seem as if straight out of a movie, it was just that perfect.

Harry was still sitting up against the couch, and sometime since the movie had ended, I was now in his lap, held in place by his fingers laced through my belt loops.

Just as I'm about to pull away for a much needed breath, he's one step ahead, already moving his lips expertly against my neck.

"Oh fuck," My fingers tangle in his hair, as one of his hands slide up my back, both of us trying to get closer than the nonexistent space between us allows. As cliche as it sounds, everything happening right now feels so natural, and just... well, right.

It's as if all my insecurities vanished as soon as his lips met mine, and that was a feeling I wasn't ready to let go of.

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"Abby,

Abs,

Abigail,

baby,

Abby," I force my eyes open, immediately regretting it due to the bright sun pouring through the windows on the ceiling of the studio.

"Hmm?" I hum, trying to stretch my limbs on the couch. It wouldn't have been that hard if I were alone, but due to the very tall and broad man lying next to me, I'd say my space was limited. A cool breeze passes over my exposed arms and I shiver, bringing them back underneath the blanket we shared.

"We need to get up soon." I ignore Harry's statement and close my eyes, tucking my head comfortably into his neck, my heart running laps as his arms wrap themselves around my waist.

"Come on," I shake my head no, getting a light chuckle from him in return. I had no idea what time it was, but it was to bright for me to be awake.

"Do you really want the security monitor to come in to check on us while we're naked?" My eyes instantly shoot open, and without moving my head I look down to the exposed skin not hidden by the blanket. Oh yeah, must of forgotten about that part. I push myself up off his chest, bringing the blanket up with me, at least attempting at covering myself.

Where even are my clothes? It must have taken me a full five minutes to locate my pants, underneath the couch of course, and slide them on under the blanket. Using my arm to keep my front covered, I toss the part of the blanket I was using over Harry's smug face, and begin to look for my sweater. I remember I had my bra in my bag, keeping my back faced to Harry as I spin it around my waist, locking the clasps in place before turning it once more and pulling it up.

Glancing back, I see him watching me from the couch still, head resting in his hand.

"Enjoying the show?" I can't help but joke as I continue the search for my sweater. I was getting pretty cold and could use the extra layer.

"Very much." I roll my eyes, hoping the security monitor wasn't stopping by this morning.

"Put some pants on Styles."

"You sure?" He had a devilish grin plastered on, which I ignored, nodding as I finally found my sweater--somehow it had been thrown several feet away from the couch and underneath the drawing desk.

"Yeah, cause the--" As fate would have it, the security guard knocks on the door, Harry's smug expression falling in an instant.