Protect

Chapter 31

Songs for this chapter:

Kissing you by Beyonce

Don't let me go by Harry Styles

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KRIS'S POV

I slowly open my eyes to bright sunshine. I have never been more at peace then I am right now.

Here laying in this bed wearing Harry's t-shirt and the warm white comforter surrounding me is so perfect.

I look to my right to see Harry's sleepy face. His arms are wrapped around my stomach and back and his head is resting on the pillow.

I turn over so I can face him. He looks so happy, even while sleeping. His sweaty hair is matted to his forehead. I take his curls that are laying against his forehead and gently caress them back.

I feel his arms tighten around me and a small smile on his lips revealing that dimple I adore so much.

His arms move me in closer and the only thing separating our sweaty bodies are my baby bump.

I continue to gently run my fingers through his hair and he slowly opens his eyes revealing the green emerald color that is my addiction, my weakness.

He smiles. "Good morning." He says in his raspy voice and gives me a full smile showing no teeth.

My whole body melts and I am putty in his hands. He knows exactly what to do, all the little things he does, that make me melt.

"How was your sleep?" I try to move closer but my stomach presses against his.

I kiss his cheek and slowly move down to his lips.

"Well you were in my arms, so perfect." He whispers in my ear.

His hands gently rub my back as I continue to kiss his lips. They move down to my hips, and keep descending lower, sending shrills through my whole body.

"I want to show you something." I say and remove my mouth from his but keep our eyes locked.

I begin to move to get out of the bed.

Harry grabs hold of my arm and I look down at him.

"Your not leaving." He says then bites his bottom lip.

I poke his nose and giggle. "I have something to show you!" I say again.

He lets out an exaggerated groan and releases me from his grip.

I stand from the bed and walk to the closet where my packed bags still sit.

I get on my knees and open the first bag.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks from the bed.

I turn my head to see him sitting up completely naked with only our white blanket covering his bottom half.

I turn back around and pull out the blanket Trish made me with Zayn and I laughing on it.

I open it and hold it in front of me. I miss Zayn and Trish so much, but I wouldn't trade my time with Harry for anything.

I stand up and turn around to face him. I hold the blanket behind my back and crawl onto the bed.

"Come here." Harry says and grabs me pulling me into his long arms.

"What is that?" He asks pointing to the thing behind my back.

"Well when I was in witness protection program I stayed with a wonderful family. There was a mother Trish and a son Zayn who is our age." I begin.